The glider flew quickly, and the strong wind nearly plastered the venison to the wings.
Lake after lake, hill after hill of pale green and white, snow cover had grown thinner with the passage of time, and many hilltops no longer bore traces of snow.
Buffeted by the chilly wind, Bi Fang felt much better, but he was still groggy and queasy, his thoughts significantly dulled.
It took him a while to remember he should say something. Scouring his memory for knowledge, he mustered the language with difficulty.
"Elders often say that when you have a fever, you should sweat it out by bundling up, thinking that sweating profusely will help, but inducing sweat can lead to a massive loss of fluids through the skin, along with a lot of heat, indeed resulting in a temporary drop in temperature—but this practice is very incorrect."