Hearing their conversation, Feng Ling frowned in his sleep. He wanted to open his eyes but was unable to do so. His eyelids were too low to open at all.
I heard the footsteps of them taking things and walking out of the tent again. Although I wanted to wake up quickly in my heart, I finally fell asleep again without knowing it.
When she regained consciousness, someone was wiping her face with a cold towel. She couldn't open her eyes and could only hear Da Hu's voice closest to her: "Feng Ling should have a cold, but he doesn't have a fever. His body temperature is three degrees." It’s over 17 degrees, so it’s not serious. Let her have a good rest for two days.”
Then she couldn't hear what others said clearly, and fell into a drowsy sleep again.
Seeing that she had been sleeping with her clothes on, Dahu originally wanted to help her unbutton her clothes so that she could lie down comfortably, but he found that even though Feng Ling fell asleep, his hands were still holding a corner of the quilt tightly, as if he was lost. As if she felt safe, she couldn't take it off no matter how hard she tried. Besides, the temperature in the tent wasn't particularly high. If she didn't want to take it off, they wouldn't force her to take it off. They tried to lift her quilt several times, but she couldn't help it. He dragged it back, not allowing anyone to touch it at all.
Another day passed, Feng Ling heard the third fat man muttering in his sleep: "Oh, what can we do? The boss and Feng Ling are both sick. The two of them don't seem to be sick at all in our base. Now they are sick." It seems like we are keeping company, but it’s really hard for us... "
"You still have the nerve to say that if you hadn't poured alcohol into the boss secretly, he would have woken up long ago. You can get out of bed and jump around in five days. Isn't the boss's physical fitness better than you? Everyone here can complain, just You are not eligible!"
The third fat man was immediately silenced by the scolding. He held it in for a long time before saying: "I really meant well. At that time, I was so uncomfortable that I wished someone could get me drunk..."
"You are you, and the boss is the boss, how can it be the same?" Dahu put his hand on San Pang's head and shuddered: "If the boss's physical condition were any worse, he would probably have to let the people at the base face the snowstorm. How many lives have been risked? I drove a helicopter over to take the boss to the hospital for emergency treatment! It’s a blessing that the boss is in good health! Otherwise, you and his mother would be responsible for the murder!"
…
Two full days passed.
Li Nanheng woke up.
"Boss? Are you awake? How do you feel? Does it hurt or feel uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to eat something first?" The third fat man stood by the bed and asked quickly with an apologetic and eager look on his face.
Li Nanheng frowned, glanced at the fat man who looked like he had nothing to do to show his courtesy, and spoke, but his voice was hoarse as if filled with sand: "How many days have I slept?"
The third fat man raised his hand and made a sign of six: "Six days, ah no, it's almost seven days, and it's already night."
Li Nanheng sat up directly, and the third fat man quickly went to help him. After helping the boss to sit firmly, he was about to turn around and pour water when he heard Li Nanheng say hoarsely: "Call Da Bin over."
The third fat man hurried out to call Da Bin, but when he called Da Bin, others also heard him. Knowing that the boss was awake, everyone rushed into the tent.
Li Nanheng glanced at Da Bin indifferently, and only looked at the others indifferently. Everyone was there, but Feng Ling was not seen.
He didn't ask, but after Da Bin came over, he briefly asked a few questions about what happened after he fell into the ice cave that day, and about the mafia. After asking, Li Nanheng's physical strength was almost exhausted, and he was helped Lying back on the bed.
A group of people were busy making porridge, hot meals, medicine and pouring water for the boss. Even after lying down for a long time, Feng Ling didn't come over.
Li Nanheng asked the third fat man: "Where is Feng Ling?"
"Ah, boss, I forgot to tell you. Feng Ling has been busy taking care of you the past few days. Once he didn't sleep for two days and three nights in a row. His body couldn't bear it anymore and he had a slight cold. He has been next door for the past two days. Resting in the tent." The third fat man smiled, raised his hand and scratched his head, and whispered: "Boss, do you think there is really nothing wrong with your body?"
Li Nanheng gave him a cold look: "What's the problem?"
As he spoke, he made a move to get up again.
"Oh, boss, don't get up. You just woke up. You need to eat something and have a good night's rest. You don't have much energy now."
"I'm going to see Feng Ling."
"What are you looking at Feng Ling for? Feng Ling is still sleeping. I saw her sleeping when I went to the next door to get something. We told her when we went in that you were already awake, boss, but she didn't say that she wanted to come over and have a look. He must be really uncomfortable, otherwise Feng Ling would have come over immediately given how concerned he is about the boss."
Li Nanheng didn't say anything. He only looked at the three fat men's beaming expressions. After a moment, he asked coldly: "Did you do something wrong? You have a guilty conscience written all over your face."
The third fat man immediately choked on his own spit. He coughed several times before looking at the boss with a look of amazement on his face, who had observed such subtle things. He immediately sat down on the bed and explained: "Boss, I really do this for your own good. I did that because I was afraid you would be too uncomfortable!"
Li Nanheng frowned: "What did you do?"
"When I was taking care of you, boss, here a few nights ago, I was afraid that you would have a very uncomfortable headache, because I had just experienced that feeling like my head was going to explode not long ago. In order to help you relieve the pain, I fed you I bought a bottle of white wine..." The third fat man said while pointing to a few empty bottles next to him: "The other ones were originally used to help you do physical cooling and wipe your body. I saw there were so many bottles, so I opened one directly. The bottle is fed to you."
Li Nanheng immediately looked at him coldly like he was looking at a lunatic. When the third fat man sat on the bed and shrank his neck in fear, he said coldly: "I told you why my throat has been so uncomfortable these days."
Drinking on your own and being force-fed alcohol are completely different feelings.
The third fat man chuckled with a guilty look on his face: "Boss... I hope you're fine..."
Li Nanheng rolled his eyes at him. He just didn't have the strength now. If he had the strength, he would just kick him off the bed: "Okay, get out of here."
The third fat man didn't dare to stay for a moment, so he got up and immediately hid in the hands of Da Bin and Da Hu, and went with them to get food for the boss.
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After waiting all night, Li Nanheng didn't see Feng Ling coming. After eating something simple, Li Nanheng was helped to the window of the tent. Through the window, he saw Feng Ling lying covered with a quilt on the bed next door. He didn't say anything, and then He was helped back to the bed and lay down.
It wasn't until early the next morning that Li Nanheng got up and got out of bed. Seeing that the boss was really well, everyone didn't stop him. They just took the cold-proof clothes and put them on him when he was about to walk out of the tent.
"Boss, it's getting colder and colder these days. You're just right. Don't freeze anymore."
"Yes." Li Nanheng's tone was very calm and he walked out directly.