Chapter 895: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (One Hundred and Fifty-Eight)

Hearing their conversation, Feng Ling frowned in his sleep. He wanted to open his eyes, but his whole body was weak, and his eyelids kept drooping so much that he couldn't open them at all.

I heard the footsteps of them taking things out of the tent again. Although I really wanted to wake up quickly, 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 only heard Hu's voice closest to her: "Feng Ling should have a cold, but he doesn't have a fever. His temperature is three More than seventeen degrees, not too serious, let her rest for two days."

And then what others said, she couldn't hear clearly, and fell asleep again drowsily.

Seeing that she had been sleeping with her clothes on, Da Hu originally wanted to help her untie her clothes so that she could lie down comfortably, but he found that even though Feng Ling was asleep, his hands were still tightly clutching the corner of the quilt, as if lost. As if she felt a sense of security, she couldn’t break it apart no matter how hard she tried, and the temperature in the tent wasn’t particularly high. If she didn’t want to take it off, they wouldn’t force her. They tried to lift her quilt a few times, but she was overwhelmed by her instinct. He pulled it back and did not allow anyone to touch it at all.

Another day later, Feng Ling heard San Pang muttering in a daze: "Oh, what can I do, the boss and Feng Ling are both sick, and they don't seem to have been sick at all in our base. It's like being a companion, but it's hard for us..."

"You still have the nerve to say that if you hadn't poured alcohol into the boss privately, the boss would have woken up a long time ago, and you can get out of bed for five days. Isn't the boss's physical fitness better than yours? Anyone here can complain, just You are not eligible!"

San Pang was immediately scolded silently, and held back for a long time before he said, "I was really kind. At that time, I was so sad that I wished someone could get me drunk..."

"You are you, the boss is the boss, can it be the same?" Da Hu's hand shuddered directly on Sanpang's head: "If the boss's physique is worse, I guess the people at the base will have to face the snowstorm." How many lives were in danger to drive the helicopter to send the boss to the hospital for first aid! Thanks to the boss's good health! Otherwise, you and his mother will be murdered!"

...

Another two full days passed.

Li Nanheng woke up.

"Boss? Are you awake? How do you feel? Is there any pain or discomfort? Do you want to eat something first?" San Pang stayed by the bed, and hurriedly asked with apologetic and earnest expression.

Li Nanheng frowned, glanced at San Pang who seemed to have nothing to do, and opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse as if it was filled with sand: "How many days have I slept?"

Sanpang raised his hand and made a six-character gesture: "Six days,

Ah no, it's been almost seven days, and it's already night. "

Li Nanheng sat up straight away, and San Pang hurriedly helped him up. After helping the boss to sit firmly, he was about to turn around to pour water, but he heard Li Nanheng say in a hoarse voice, "Call Da Bin over."

San Pang hurriedly went out to call Da Bin, but when he called Da Bin, other people heard it too, and when they learned that the boss had woken up, everyone rushed into the tent.

Li Nanheng glanced at Da Bin indifferently, but only at the others, everyone was there, except Feng Ling.

He didn't ask, but after Da Bin came over, he asked a few simple questions about what happened after he fell into the ice cave that day, and about the mafia. Lie back on the bed.

A group of people were busy cooking porridge, hot food, medicine, and water for the boss, and they didn't see Feng Ling coming over after lying down for a long time.

Li Nanheng asked San Pang: "Where is Feng Ling?"

"Ah, Boss, I forgot to tell you. Feng Ling has been busy taking care of you for the past few days. Once, he didn't sleep for two consecutive days and three nights. His body couldn't resist it. He had a slight cold. He had been staying next door for the past two days. Resting in the tent." Sanpang smiled, raised his hand and scratched his head, and whispered, "Boss, do you feel that there is really nothing wrong with your body?"

Li Nanheng glanced at him indifferently: "What's the problem?"

As he spoke, he made a gesture to get up again.

"Oh, boss, don't get up, you just woke up, you have to eat something anyway, and you have to rest for a night, you don't have much energy now."

"I'll go and see Feng Ling."

"What are you doing looking at Feng Ling? Feng Ling is still sleeping. I saw her sleeping when I went to the next door to get something. When we went in, we all said that you are awake, Boss, but she didn't say she wanted to come and take a look. I guess it must be really uncomfortable, otherwise Feng Ling must have come over immediately because of his concern for the boss."

Li Nanheng didn't speak, just looked at Sanpang's beaming expression, and after a while, asked in a cold voice, "Did you do something wrong? Guilt is written all over your face."

San Pang was choked by his own saliva immediately, coughed several times before looking at the boss who observed such subtlety in amazement, and immediately sat down on the bed and explained: "Boss, I am really doing it for your own good. I did it because I was afraid you would be too uncomfortable!"

Li Nanheng frowned: "What did you do?"

"I was here to take care of you, Boss, a few nights ago. I was afraid that your headache would be too uncomfortable, because I had experienced that feeling like my head was about to explode not long ago. In order to help you relieve the pain, I will feed you A bottle of white wine..." San Fatty said while pointing to a few empty bottles next to him: "The other ones were originally used to help you physically cool down and wipe your body. I saw that there were so many bottles, so I opened them directly. A bottle was fed to you."

Li Nanheng immediately looked at him coldly with crazy eyes, and when San Pang sat on the bed shrunk his neck with a timid face, he said coldly: "I said why my throat has been so uncomfortable these days."

Drinking by yourself and being forcibly fed are two completely different feelings.

San Pang smiled with a guilty face: "Boss...it's good that you're fine..."

Li Nanheng gave him a blank look, and now he has no strength, and if he has the strength, he really wants to kick him off the bed: "Okay, get out."

San Pang didn't dare to stay longer for a moment, got up and immediately hid under the hands of Da Bin and Da Hu, and went with them to get food for the boss.

...

After waiting all night, Feng Ling didn't come over. Li Nanheng ate something and was helped to the window of the tent. Through the window, he saw Feng Ling lying on the next bed covered with a quilt. He was helped back to the bed and lay down.

It wasn't until the next morning that Li Nanheng got up and got out of bed. Everyone saw that the boss was really well, so they didn't stop him, but just when Li Nanheng was about to get out of the tent, he quickly took the winter clothes and put them on for him.

"Boss, it's getting colder and colder these days, you're just right, don't freeze anymore."

"Yeah." Li Nanheng's tone was very light, and he walked out directly.