"You said you don't have to worry. Look at you. You haven't slept all night. Less than an hour after you closed your eyes, you started to continue again." Da Bin sighed as he looked at Feng Ling who kept moistening Boss Li's lips. : "You go to rest first and ask San Pang and others to replace you. There are so many of us, let's take turns guarding."
"It's okay. I can't sleep even when I lie down. Who can sleep when the boss is so burned?"
That's true. Although the others were not in this tent, when Dabin went to the other side to get things last night, everyone really didn't sleep much. Even if they lay down, they couldn't sleep well. They were all worried about the boss's condition. .
They can't all be in this tent because the boss occasionally has difficulty breathing due to high fever. It would be even more uncomfortable if there are too many people, so the others can only wait next door and take turns to take care of him.
"Although the boss can't wake up, I think he can still drink water. I'll make some porridge and you can feed him some."
Feng Ling nodded.
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The morning after Li Nanheng fell into coma due to high fever, he spent the morning with a group of people busy making porridge. Feeding porridge was a bit difficult, not as easy as feeding water. Fortunately, Feng Ling was the most patient, even a small bowl of porridge. It took a full two hours. When it was cold, I warmed it up and slowly fed it in over and over again.
Until the evening, the doctor still hadn't arrived. I called the base to ask. The base was also worried about the situation here and said they would check again. However, the final result was that the doctor dispatched could not be contacted for the time being, and they had no contact with the doctor stationed in Mongolia. Base members in Canada also temporarily lost contact, and there was no signal from the other party.
It wasn't until night that the base hall sent them a message, saying that an avalanche had occurred on the way the base members and doctors were coming. All the cars on the road to the accident had been trapped, and rescuers were coming at the speed of Montana. He said that there is also a traffic environment and rescue environment. If there is continuous snowstorm, it may not be possible to rescue the trapped people for another 48 hours. The base needs to send people to support, but the snowstorm will greatly affect the rescue speed and quality of the helicopter.
In other words, within the next two or three days, even if the people at the base care about this place, it will be difficult to fly over directly. In addition, the doctors are trapped on the road of the avalanche, and they must be rescued as soon as possible, because the doctors and others There are only a few cars, and there are no auxiliary gasoline, food, or various supplies to keep out the cold. People's lives are at stake, and there are still several doctors in the car. We must save them first, even if Boss Li is awake. , will also arrange for them to rescue the doctor as soon as possible.
The blizzard in Montana also affected the weather at Rogers Pass. It was cloudy and snowy, and the temperature plummeted several degrees. It was so cold that everyone did not go out and could only stay in the tent to keep warm.
In this way, Li Nanheng survived three days. His body temperature dropped to 39 degrees starting yesterday, but it still remained at 39 degrees and never dropped any further, and he remained unconscious.
On the afternoon of the third day, Feng Ling took care of him for three or two days in a row. He couldn't stand it any longer. Dahu and Dabin forcibly took him to the next door to sleep. Feng Ling was indeed tired and was forced to drink a cup of hot water. After drinking water and hot milk, I fell on the bed and fell asleep directly. Although I had nightmares because I couldn't let go, at least I could rest for a few hours.
She slept until about 11 o'clock in the middle of the night. There was silence above the snow peak. When Feng Ling opened her eyes, she saw people lying on the beds next to them. Everyone was already asleep. She sat up from the bed and stretched out. She got out of bed lightly without waking them up, and then went to the other side of the tent where only she and Li Nanheng lived.
When he entered the tent, he vaguely smelled the smell of liquor floating in the air, but in the past two days, in order to physically cool down the boss, he had been using liquor to wipe his body and joints of his arms and legs. Feng Ling didn't pay much attention to it and walked in. All I saw was the third fat man sitting by the bed, watching over him, but his head was lowering little by little, and he was obviously about to fall asleep sitting there.
She walked over, patted San Pang on the shoulder, lowered her voice and asked, "Where is Dabin? Why is it just you?"
The third fat man suddenly woke up with a fright. He looked back at her and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ah, today he is on duty all night and patrolling outside. He is afraid that there may be enemies lurking around. He has to go to the other side or near the river. One lap, we just left not long ago, it will be almost dawn by the time he comes back."
Feng Ling glanced at the third fat man again: "You go to sleep next door. I've been fine since I slept in the afternoon. I'll keep watch while you go to sleep."
The third fat man nodded. He was indeed very sleepy. He stood up, stretched his waist and walked out.
But before he could reach the tent door, he suddenly heard Feng Ling's surprised voice: "Why does it smell like alcohol? Have you wiped alcohol on the boss again?"
The third fat man paused for a moment, then turned around and said with a smile: "No, I just gave the boss a bottle of white wine."
Feng Ling's hand that was about to touch Li Nanheng's forehead froze for a moment, and he suddenly turned his eyes to look at the third fat man: "What kind of wine are you feeding him? Why are you feeding him wine when the boss is burned like this? Are you crazy?"
"Don't get excited yet!" The third fat man saw Feng Ling's sullen expression at that moment and hurriedly explained: "Actually, I just experienced such a high fever a while ago. I know how uncomfortable the boss is now. I just took the boss's temperature. However, it has dropped to 38 degrees 6, and I am probably almost recovered. However, at this stage of recovery, due to the high fever I had a few days ago, I had a headache that made me want to die. When I was in this state, I just hoped that someone could give me some wine so that I could get through that day without being unconscious and drunk. But at that time, I couldn’t open my eyes and didn’t have the energy to speak. I think the boss should be in the same state as me at that time. Same, I poured him a bottle of liquor, not much, only four or five taels... "
"Four or five taels?!!!" If Feng Ling's eyes could kill, San Fatty would probably be shot through the heart with thousands of arrows in an instant: "Three Fatty, do you know that this is murder? He has a fever!"
"It's really okay. Men are not that fragile after a serious illness. Moreover, alcohol is like an anesthetic, which can relieve a lot of pain..."
"Get out!" Feng Ling said angrily.
Seeing that she was really angry, the third fat man had no choice but to say no more. He wanted to explain, but seeing that Feng Ling's face was so ugly, he had to wait until Da Bin came back tomorrow morning, then turned around and left the tent.
Feng Ling sat on the edge of the bed with a cold face, touched the man's forehead with her hand, then picked up the thermometer next to her, and saw that it was indeed thirty-eight degrees six. She breathed a sigh of relief, but when she lowered her head, she could smell the man. She smelled of alcohol, and she secretly rolled her eyes at the next door.
Seeing the fat man smiling ingratiatingly at her from the window of the tent next door, she became so angry that she stretched out her hand and pulled down the curtain on the tent window, blocking all the view on the other side!
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(Oh, the little lamb has entered the wolf's mouth. Let's swing the oars, and the boat will float gently...)