Chapter 895 - The Story of Ling and Heng (158)
Hearing their words, Feng Ling furrowed her brows. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were extremely heavy. She also could not summon any strength in her body.
The men’s footsteps gradually faded away. Although she wished to wake herself up, she dazedly fell back asleep.
Finally, she regained consciousness once more when someone wiped her face with a cold towel. She could not open her eyes and could only hear Da Hu speaking close to her: “Feng Ling must have caught a cold. It shouldn’t be a fever; her temperature is around thirty-seven degrees. It isn’t too serious. Let her rest for a few days.”
Afterward, she could not hear their words clearly and dazedly fell back asleep.
Seeing that she was still dressed, Da Hu originally wanted to help her take her clothes off so she could lay down comfortably; however, even as Feng Ling was asleep, her hands clung onto the blankets tightly as though she felt insecure. The temperature in this tent wasn’t especially high. Since she was unwilling, he didn’t force it. They tried to tug on her blankets a few times, but she always instinctively pulled it back. She did not allow anyone to touch her.
After a day, Feng Ling heard Fattie’s mumbles in her unconscious state: “Aiya, what do we do? Both Boss and Feng Ling are unwell. The two of them have never fallen sick in the base. It’s as if they have to accompany each other when they are unwell. This really isn’t easy for them…”
“You sure have the guts to bring this up. If you didn’t feed Boss the alcohol, he would probably have woken up yesterday. You were able to hop around the place after being bedridden for five days. Isn’t Boss’s body much stronger than yours? Everyone has the right to complain here, but you don’t!”
Fattie fell silent from being reprimanded. He held it in for a long moment before saying: “I really had good intentions. At the time, I was so uncomfortable I wished someone would give me a drink…”
“You’re you, and Boss is Boss. Are both of you the same?” Da Hu slapped Fattie’s head: “If Boss’s body was any weaker, we might have had to call the base to take the risk to fly in to send Boss to the hospital for emergency medical attention! Thankfully Boss’s body is strong! Otherwise, you would have to shoulder a murder charge!”
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After two days, Li Nanheng woke up.
“Boss? Are you awake? How do you feel? Does it hurt anywhere? Do you want to eat something?” Fattie sat by the bed and asked in concern and guilt.
Li Nanheng furrowed his brows and glanced at Fattie’s attentive appearance. He spoke hoarsely, as though his throat was filled with sand: “How long have I been asleep?”
Fattie lifted his hands and answered with both his fingers and words: “Six days. Oh, no. It should be around seven days. It’s already in the evening now.”
Li Nanheng moved to sit up. Fattie rushed to help him, and when Li Nanheng sat up properly, he turned to pour him some water. However, he was called back by Li Nanheng’s hoarse voice: “Call Da Bin over.”
Fattie rushed to call Da Bin, and his voice caught everyone’s attention. When they learned that Boss was awake, everyone rushed into the tent.
Li Nanheng glanced at Da Bin and the rest mildly. Everyone was present except for Feng Ling.
He did not mention it and only asked a few simple questions about the events after he fell into the river. He also asked about the men who had tried to ambush them. After a few questions, Li Nanheng’s strength was mostly spent. They supported him to lay back down.
A group of men rushed to prepare porridge for him, to give him his medicine and to pour him water. After lying down for a long while, Nanheng still did not see Feng Ling.
Li Nanheng asked Fattie: “Where’s Feng Ling?”
“Ah, Boss, we forgot to tell you. Feng Ling has been occupied with taking care of you for the past few days. At one point, he didn’t sleep for three days, two nights. His body couldn’t take it anymore, and he caught a small cold. He’s been resting in the other tent for the past two days.” Fattie grinned cheekily and scratched his head. He asked softly: “Boss, are you sure your body feels alright?”
Li Nanheng glanced at him mildly. “What problems can there be?”
He then moved to get off the bed once more.
“Aiya, Boss, don’t stand up. You just woke up. You should at least eat something first and rest for another night. You don’t have much strength right now.”
“I’m going to go take a look at Feng Ling.”
“Why do you need to look at Feng Ling? I saw him earlier when I went to the other tent to take something. He is still asleep. I told him that you woke up, but he didn’t say he wanted to see you. He must be unwell. Otherwise, based on how much he cares for you, he definitely would have been the first to rush over.”
Li Nanheng did not say anything. He watched Fattie’s expressive face, and a moment later, he asked coldly: “Did you do something against your own conscience? The word ‘guilt’ is written all over your face.”
Fattie instantly choked on his own saliva. He coughed several times before sighing in admiration at his boss’s observation skill. He immediately sat down to explain: “Boss, it was really for your own good. I only did it because I was worried that you were enduring too much!”
Li Nanheng furrowed his brows: “What did you do?”
“A few days ago, when I was guarding by your bed, I was worried that your headache would be too painful. I’ve also experienced it previously; it was as though my head was about to split open. I wanted to relieve your pain, so I fed you a bottle of soybean spirit…” Fattie pointed at the empty bottles by the side: “The rest was used to wipe your body down to reduce your temperature. I saw that there were so many bottles left, so I opened one and fed it to you.”
Li Nanheng immediately stared at Fattie as though he was insane. When Fattie shrunk his neck back in fear, he spoke coldly: “No wonder my throat has been burning so much for the past few days.”
Drinking voluntarily and being forced to drink were two completely different experiences.
Fattie immediately gave him a cheeky, guilty smile. “Boss… thankfully you’re fine, haha…”
Li Nanheng rolled his eyes. If he had any strength left in him, he would directly kick Fattie off of the bed: “Got it. Scram.”
Fattie did not dare to stay for a moment longer. He immediately stood up and rushed to hide behind Da Bin and Da Hu. He joined them and helped to prepare food for Boss.
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After waiting for a night, Feng Ling still did not come. Li Nanheng had a simple meal and was supported to the other tent. He watched through the window to see that Feng Ling was asleep on the bed. He did not say anything and was supported back to lay down in his bed.
The next morning, Li Nanheng got off the bed on his own. Everyone saw he seemed to be feeling well and did not stop him. However, when he turned to leave the tent, they immediately rushed to bring him a down jacket.
“Boss, the temperature has been dropping for the past few days. You’ve only just recovered. Don’t catch a cold.”
“En.” Li Nanheng’s tone was mild as he directly left the tent.