章節 891: The Story of Ling and Heng (154)

She couldn't say if Fattie was too muddle-headed or if he had too many good intentions, but the damn Fattie was a model example of being too sloppy and simple-minded.

During a fever, even if the person was under an extreme headache, it wasn't suitable to feed them alcohol.

Feng Ling was worried that the alcohol would cause Li Nanheng's fever to rise again. She sat by his bedside and checked his temperature every so often.

Since the alcohol was already fed, she could only pray that Boss's body would be strong enough to resist the challenge of the alcohol Fattie had given.

She watched him for a while. After confirming that, aside from having a slightly uneven breath, he seemed to be fine, Feng Ling finally stood up to pour some water.

She returned to feed Li Nanheng some water and dampen his lips. She was about to retrieve a bucket of water to wipe his body down when his eyes gradually opened.