Chapter 890 - The Story of Ling and Heng (153) (2/2)

Feng Ling entered the tent to find that the air carried the scent of fermented soybean spirit. For the past few days, to reduce Boss’s temperature externally, they had wiped his body down frequently with the spirit. Thus, Feng Ling did not pay much attention to it. Fattie was guarding by the bedside. His forehead was slowly dropping down, and it was clear he was falling asleep.

She approached and patted Fattie on the back, asking softly: “Where’s Da Bin? Why are you alone?”

Fattie was startled awake. He turned back to see her before releasing a breath: “Ah, he’s on night shift tonight. He was worried that there would be enemies hiding in ambush and went out to patrol. He needs to circle through the river nearby. It hasn’t been too long since he left. He should only return when the sky brightens.”

Feng Ling took another glance at Fattie: “Go next door and rest. I’ve been sleeping since the afternoon, and I’m fine now. I’ll guard here. You go rest.”

Fattie nodded. He was drowsy, and after stretching his waist, he headed out.

Before he could leave the tent, Feng Ling suddenly asked strangely: “Why is there such a strong scent of alcohol? Did you wipe Boss down with the alcohol again?”

Fattie paused in his footsteps and turned back with a cheeky smile: “No, I fed Boss a bottle of fermented soybean spirit.”

Feng Ling was about to touch Li Nanheng’s forehead. Upon hearing his words, her hand stiffened. She swerved around to look at Fattie: “You fed him alcohol? His fever is so serious, and you fed him alcohol? Have you gone mad?”

“Calm down first!” Fattie saw that Feng Ling’s expression had instantly turned upset and rushed to explain: “I previously also experienced a similar case of fever. I understand Boss’s suffering too well. I tested his temperature earlier; it has reduced to 38.6 degrees Celcius. He should be recovering soon. But it’s during this recovery state that you’ll experience an excruciating headache. When this was happening to me, I wished someone could give me some alcohol so that the pain would be easier to endure. But I couldn’t even open my eyes or speak. I feel that Boss must be in a similar situation. I only gave him a bottle of soybean spirit. It isn’t much. Around a quarter of a liter.”

“A quarter of a liter?!” If Feng Ling’s eyes could kill, Fattie’s heart would be penetrated with an arrow by now: “Fattie, this is murder, doy you understand? He has a fever!”

“It’s fine. Men aren’t that weak. Besides, alcohol is similar to an anesthetic. It can relieve a lot of the pain…”

“Scram!” Feng Ling snapped in anger.

Seeing that she was truly upset, Fattie could not say more. He wanted to explain further, but Feng Ling’s expression was terrible. He could only wait for Da Bin to return the next morning before continuing. He turned to leave the tent.

Feng Ling sat by the bed with a cold expression. She touched the man’s forehead and picked up the thermometer by the side. After seeing that his temperature was 38.6 degrees Celcius, she finally let out a sigh of relief. However, the instant she lowered her head, she could smell the scent of alcohol on the man. She immediately rolled her eyes darkly toward the tent next door.

Coincidentally, Fattie was standing by the window, and he smiled at her, as though to earn her favor. She reached out in anger and tugged the curtain down, blocking her sight of everything outside!