章節 894: The Story of Ling and Heng (157)

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?"