Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 889: The Story of Ling and Heng (152)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"Only half of my body fell into the water, and I felt as if I had instantly frozen. The cold completely engulfed me, and it was impossible to move." Fattie sat by the bedside to watch Li Nanheng. Although Li Nanheng's clothes had been changed, his temperature remained high, and he was still unconscious. Fattie exclaimed with empathy and admiration: "Boss was able to survive under there for so long, he completely isn't human!"

"Scram! Now is not the time for your smart-ass comments!" Da Bin scolded him.

"I'm not making any smartass comments. I'm just saying that I really understand the pain Boss is enduring right now. Submerging in the freezing cold water and then suffering through the abrupt fever right after; at the time, if I wasn't lucky, I really might not have lasted through it." Fattie furrowed his brows: "Boss's temperature is already past forty degrees Celcius. His fever is even more serious than mine was!"

Fattie's words were not wrong. No matter how good Li Nanheng's body condition was, the cold water was not something anyone could easily survive. He even had to fight for his life in that state. As a result of working his body to its limits, he finally collapsed.

Even though they were sufficiently armed with the necessary medications and had fed it to him, his temperature was still rising.

They really could not allow his temperature to continue rising and could only attempt to reduce it through external methods.

Thankfully, everyone had experience supporting Fattie and was able to do it with ease. They cooperated well and moved quickly.

The same people, who had cared for Fattie, changed Li Nanheng's clothes and wiped his body quickly. They did not require Feng Ling's help for anything.

Although Feng Ling was unable to set her heart at ease, as she watched them care for Boss with experienced hands, she had a lot of faith in them. They had only just dealt with an ambush, and it wasn't right to have everyone crowded in the tent. Feng Ling stepped out, and with the poor mobile signal in mind, she used the only method available to contact the base. She then brought Da Hu with her to deal with the bodies at the bottom of the mountain and had him give her a detailed report of what had happened today.

By the time Feng Ling and Da Hu returned, it was dark. They entered to see that everyone was busy preparing dinner. It was quiet both inside and outside of the tent, and Li Nanheng was still unconscious on the bed.

"How is it? Has his fever reduced?" Da Hu took quick steps over to ask.

The man who was busy preparing the fire shook his head.

Da Hu frowned: "What do we do? Boss had better hold onto his life." He then turned toward Feng Ling: "Feng Ling, contact the doctor at the base…"

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Ling had already entered the tent.

The other men had all left, leaving Fattie and Da Bin guarding by Li Nanheng's side. Fattie sat by the table and kept rubbing his ears in frustration and worry, while Da Bin reached his hand out every so often to check Li Nanheng's temperature. His brows were tightly furrowed.

Seeing Feng Ling, Fattie immediately stood up to ask: "Have you informed the doctor at the base?"

"Informed. They said they are sending a doctor from Montana, but Montana is experiencing a snowstorm today, and the airplane is unable to take off. They will arrive at the earliest tomorrow morning," Feng Ling spoke softly. "We can only try our best to stabilize Boss's temperature first."

"At the time, Fattie's fever lasted three days, but his temperature only went up to thirty-nine degrees Celcius. Boss's temperature is forty degrees Celcius. If it were a normal person, they would have already given in." Da Bin furrowed his brows: "Although Boss seems to be unconscious, I don't think he is fully asleep. He must be in a lot of pain right now. The cold has seeped into his bones, yet his body is burning up. If this situation persists, any normal person wouldn't be able to endure it."

"But since the doctor can't make it, we can only try our best," Da Bin then said. "I gave Doctor Wen a call earlier. He taught me a few methods to reduce his temperature. Let's try them all."

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The next day, early morning.

A noise abruptly awoke Feng Ling, who had guarded by the bed through the night. She opened her eyes to see that Li Nanheng, who was supposed to be resting on the bed, was on the ground. A glass of water that had been left on the table was also spilled on the floor.

She immediately understood that he must have woken up and tried to reach for water on his own. Feng Ling immediately stood up to support him. Da Bin, who was also in the tent, rushed over as well.

"Boss, how are you?" Feng Ling asked, but the man did not respond.

After supporting him back to the bed, he furrowed his brows as though in discomfort. After suffering through a night of high fever, his lips had turned pale and dry. Earlier, he must have been awoken by his thirst. His consciousness must have been weak.

Feng Ling rushed to pour a new glass of warm water and placed a straw in it. She sent it to his lips, and as expected, he was instinctively able to drink a few sips. However, he quickly lost all strength.

Feng Ling stood up to retrieve a spoon and fed it to him bit by bit. Finally, after she fed him half a glass of water, Da Bin picked up a thermometer to check his temperature. He then shook his head towards Feng Ling.

"It hasn't reduced at all," Da Bin said. "I'll go make another call to rush the doctor."

"We already informed them last night. The doctor won't dare to disobey an order from the base. If he could rush over, he would already be here," Feng Ling spoke as she picked up a cotton bud. She dapped the water on Li Nanheng's pale, dry lips.

A high fever would cause the body to become dehydrated very quickly. She had already fed him water several times tonight, but even as she moistened his lips, his lips quickly turned dry again. She needed to do this frequently, or his lips would chap and bleed.

"Right now, I'm worried that if the doctor is unable to rush over in time, with our skills…"

Feng Ling continued her movements. Although she was similarly worried, she spoke as though she was composed: "Didn't Fattie managed to last through it as well? He had a fever for three whole days. At the time, we all thought he wouldn't be able to hold on, but by the fifth day, he was jumping around as though nothing had happened. Boss's body is much stronger than Fattie's. There's no need to worry."