Chapter 894 - The Story of Ling and Heng (157) (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Daybreak.

Da Bin was covered in snow when he returned to the campsite. The first thing he did was to enter Li Nanheng’s tent.

“Why are you here? Didn’t we agree to have Fattie here tonight? You haven’t slept well in days. What did you come here for?” Da Bin patted the snow off of his coat and approached the bedside. He glanced at the man who was still unconscious on the bed: “How is he? Has the fever reduced?”

Feng Ling returned to herself and finally realized that she had been in a daze for several hours. She had forgotten entirely to watch Li Nanheng’s condition. She picked up the thermometer and answered a moment later: “38.5 degrees Celcius.”

“Although there’s still a fever, this temperature should be manageable for Boss. He even endured through a forty degrees Celcius fever. It seems like we can set our minds at ease now,” Da Bin glanced at Feng Ling. Suddenly, he furrowed his brows and lowered his head to scan her: “What happened to your neck?”

Feng Ling abruptly reached up to cover her neck.

Although her clothes were thick, the collar wasn’t very high. Earlier, she had been in too much of a rush and was only concerned with getting dressed. She had missed the hickeys the man had left on her neck.

“My throat doesn’t feel very well, so I followed the method some elderly people like to use. I dipped my hands in alcohol and pinched my neck a few times. I must have used too much force.”

From this angle, Da Bin could only see a big patch of red skin. Feng Ling had tugged her collars up to conceal it before he could get a clear look.

He did not doubt her explanation. In this cold place, it was common for anyone to fall ill. Furthermore, Feng Ling had been busy caring for Boss for the past few days. Her body was exhausted, and it was understandable for her to feel unwell.

“Da Bin, I don’t feel too well. I’ll go next door to rest. You’ve been patrolling all night. I’ll go call Da Hu over…”

“There’s no need. Hurry up and go rest. You’ve been guarding here tirelessly for the past few days. How can anyone endure putting their body through so much strain?” Da Bin spoke as he angled his chin toward the entrance of the tent, urging her to leave quickly. He did not intend to keep her at all.

Feng Ling stood up. She headed for the entrance without looking at the man on the bed. Right before she left the tent, she paused and turned back to say: “Last night, to relieve Boss’s headache and dizziness, Fattie fed Boss a whole bottle of soybean spirit. I’m not sure if Boss’s body can take it. Although his temperature has reduced a bit, there’s a chance it may rise again anything. You better watch him closely.”

“Fuck! Did a donkey kick the damn Fattie’s brain? How can he feed alcohol to someone who has a high fever!” Da Bin’s expression was about to twist from his anger.

“He had good intentions.” Although Feng Ling was also upset, to prevent Da Bin from rushing to look for Fattie to settle this debt, she said a few words to soothe his anger.

Finally, as Da Bin sat back down with a stony, angered expression, Feng Ling turned and left the tent.