1244: Fever

Fever

He leaned against the stone wall behind him. When he fell, he had hit the sharpest edge of the rock. He believed that he might have suffered a minor injury as a result. With the contamination from the morning dew, his wound was itchy and hurting at the same time. It was as if there were countless ants biting him.2

His throat had gone parched without food and water for a day and a night.

When the worst scenarios all came together, it became a desperate situation.

Youyou buried his face in the folds of his arms. Hoping that when he opened them again, he would see his brother at this hole's mouth reaching his hand toward him…

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Once they crossed the vast forest, it was a highway that ran for several kilometers.

Little Yichen and Lisa sped along this road in single file, stopping for rest intermittently, striving their best to regain contact with their troop in the shortest time.

The sun had risen in the horizon at this time. It was early morning, barely any heat beat on them, but the light had at least driven away the chill somewhat and brought invaluable warmth slightly.

The boy's feet seemed to grow heavier with each step. It was as if he would collapse from exhaustion at any second.

His condition was actually worse than Yun Tianyou.

He was wounded all over. As some injuries were not treated in time, these had become infected and painful.

Despite that, he showed no sign of slowing down.

This was because his brother was waiting for him!

Any second's delay would mean a second more of danger to his brother!

The girl saw the stiff and repressed expression on his face and knew that he was enduring pain.

"I'll carry you," she said.

He glanced at her in surprise but retrieved his startled look just as quickly and rejected coolly, "No!"

She had always been in awe of the strong. This boy's amazing willpower and tenacity had gradually changed her view of him!

His throat had turned unbearably dry. Suddenly, his feet gave way and he fell onto the ground.

Immediately, she walked up and tried to help him up, but he refused to give her his hand.

His shoulders were heaving up and down heavily despite his best efforts to slow down his hastened breathing.

He gritted his teeth and tried to loosen his unusually stiff muscles slowly. Taking in a deep breath, he attempted to crawl up from the ground using the stone wall as support.

Just as he managed to come to a squatting position on one knee and was about to get up, he was hit by a dizzy spell. Darkness set before his eyes with his head spinning and his body covered in a cold sweat.

The girl reached for his forehead and realized that he was running a fever with a start.

His forehead was bathed in a cold perspiration, which was rolling profusely.

When he opened his eyes again, his face had turned as pale as a white sheet of paper.

She knelt on the ground with one foot and gently wiped away the cold sweat on his face. Her guess was that he might have caught an infection from his open wounds and exhaustion.

Unfortunately, she did not have any medicine on her anymore.

"Are you all right?" she asked earnestly with furrowed brows.

Her master had already reminded her to take care of him and this would mean protecting him right now!

Biting hard on his lower lip, he shook his head. "I'm fine!"

As he spoke, big drops of cold perspiration continued to roll down.

His current body condition could not fool her no matter how much he tried to appear strong.

She frowned as she watched him try to hold himself up. Closing his eyes to take in a few breaths of fresh air, some colors managed to return on his wan face.

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