The sun had already risen to its highest point, hanging in the eastern sky. The layers of clouds were suffused with light, and the dim sky gradually brightened.
Yet Fu Yanli's world plunged into boundless darkness at that moment.
When he saw the person in his arms with his eyes closed, silent and still, his mask of composure shattered, revealing endless panic and unease. Fear swept over him like a tide, swallowing him in an instant.
For a moment, he even forgot what he should do. Trembling uncontrollably, he held his breath and reached a shaking hand beneath Jiang Xun's nose.
He was still breathing, but his breaths were so faint they seemed liable to stop the next second.
Fu Yanli let out a deep breath. Not daring to waste another moment, he scooped Jiang Xun up and ran toward the car.
The journey down the mountain was fairly long. He sped almost the entire way, finally getting Jiang Xun to the nearest large hospital half an hour later.
After stopping the car, Fu Yanli gathered Jiang Xun into his arms again, only then realizing that his body was burning hot. His cheeks were flushed an unhealthy red, and his breathing remained shallow and weak.
Jiang Xun had a fever.
That was only the preliminary diagnosis. The cause of the fever required further examination.
Fu Yanli finally couldn't hold himself up any longer. As though all his strength had drained away, he slumped onto a bench in the emergency department corridor.
Only belatedly did he realize that his hands were still trembling almost imperceptibly. He pressed down on them. They were ice-cold.
It took a long while before Fu Yanli calmed down a little and took out his phone to call Jiang Huaijin.
When Jiang Huaijin and Jiang Father and