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Chapter 882: The Story of Ling and Heng (145)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Feng Ling charged forward and threw herself. Without hesitation, she grabbed Li Nanheng’s wrist: “Boss, your wrist!”

When Li Nanheng saw her, he immediately frowned harshly: “What are you doing here? Back away!”

Feng Ling did not speak. She tightly gripped both his wrists to reduce the weight he was supporting. She feared that Fattie’s weight would further injure him.

Li Nanheng saw her movements and frowned deeper. He kept one hand on Fattie and lifted his other hand to wave her away: “Scram to the back!”

“I’m the lightest person here. There’s not that much difference if you add in my weight.” Feng Ling stubbornly held onto his wrist: “Boss, take your hand away. I’ll pull him up with you. You can’t exert too much force, or that hand of yours will really be crippled!” ”

“Boss... boss... ahh...” Half of Fattie’s body was submerged in the water. He was both cold and frightened. His face had already turned pale from the freezing cold.

The other men were still pulling them from the back. However, the ice was very slippery. The force they could exert was reduced by half with the way their feet were slipping against the ground.

Feng Ling held onto Li Nanheng’s wrist as she continued pulling upward. Eventually, they managed to lift Fattie’s body out of the water, but his body was already stiff, and he could not climb upward by himself. He had to rely on the rest to continue tugging him up.

After around ten minutes, they finally managed to haul Fattie completely out of the water. His large body was dragged to the side. The cold left him unable to move, and his eyes were filled with tears after finally escaping death. He took in large, gasping breaths as he spoke: “Thank you, Boss... Uu... that scared me to death...”

Da Bin and the rest were about to check on Li Nanheng’s hand, but they saw that Feng Ling was by his side the whole time and did not approach. They turned to look at Fattie, who was lying on the ice and quickly approached. Da Bin wrapped his cold-resistant jacket tightly around Fattie, and everyone else followed. After, Fattie was completely soaked. If he remained in the freezing cold like this, even if he did not fall into the water, he would be frozen to death on their way back.

“How’s your wrist? Did you sprain it?” Feng Ling stood by Li Nanheng’s side and saw that his hand was left unmoving by his side. She reached over and grabbed his hand, pressing gently against his wrist. As expected, the man’s original composed expression turned slightly pale.

Li Nanheng glanced at her with a heavy expression and was about to tug his hand back. However, Feng Ling held onto him with a firm grip.

“Boss, your wrist can’t be left alone. Let’s ask Da Bin and the rest to drive you back to Montana to look for a hospital. Or we’ll ask Doctor Wen to fly over to give you a check-up!” Feng Ling spoke while she held his wrist tightly with both hands. She tried to warm up his wrists; the injury would become complicated if he further suffered from frostbite.

“It’s not as serious as you think.” Li Nanheng glanced at his wrist; it had turned slightly red from the cold. His expression did not change as he spoke coldly: “Take your hands off. I’m going to go check on Fattie.”

“Fattie has Da Bin and the rest.” Feng Ling also turned to glance at them. She saw that they had already lifted Fattie and turned back to Li Nanheng: “We’ll go back first!”

Li Nanheng did not say anything as he directly turned to leave. Feng Ling did not let go even when he moved. She spun around and continued holding tightly onto him.

He glanced at her; his heavy, dark gaze appeared boundless. However, Feng Ling was focused entirely on his wrist. She carefully protected his arm as they walked. Eventually, she tugged out a portion of her long sleeve and placed his hand in it. Afterward, both his hand and her hand were hidden in her wide sleeve. She held onto him tightly as they made their way back.

If it weren’t because they knew that Boss’s hand had an old injury and that Feng Ling was protected Boss’s wrist, anyone who turned back to see this seen would surely think they were a loving couple hiding their clasped hands under their sleeves.

This scene was extremely harmonious, but on the other side, Fattie’s teeth were chattering with the freezing cold. He spoke in pain as he was supported out: “After digging for so long, we finally managed to crack the ice, yet we didn’t manage to catch even a single fish. I even almost become fish food. Will I become crippled from frostbite as a result of this? Right now, I can’t feel anything but cold. I’m so numb. Am I crippled now...”

“Shut you, who gave you the courage? You carried your giant body onto the weakened ice. If it had been anyone else, this definitely wouldn’t happen.” The men stabbed at him with their words, but still carefully supported his body into the tent.

Afterward, they helped Fattie take off his clothes and wrapped an electric blanket tightly around him. They then soaked the towels in hot water and helped him wipe his limbs. A group of men rushed around busying themselves. They knew that Feng Ling was by the Boss’s side; there was nothing much they could do to help, and they decided to keep themselves occupied with this pig.

In the other tent, Feng Ling had already pushed Li Nanheng in. She forced him to sit down on the bed before turning around to flip through her things. She recalled that they had only brought fever-reducing medicine, antibiotics, and ointments for frostbites. They did not have any ointments for muscle relief.

Li Nanheng sat down on the bed. Although his wrist was hurting, the incident had been urgent. Even if his arm had to become crippled, he could not just watch as the men under him met with an accident.

He watched as Feng Ling scuttered about with an urgent expression as she flipped through her things. It was rare to see her losing her composure. She had become this flustered because of him. Li Nanheng did not speak; he sat by the bedside and watched her.

“There isn’t any medicine available.” Feng Ling returned with poor expression. “I’ll immediately give the base a call and let them pilot a helicopter over to bring you back...”

“There’s no need. I’ve said it before; it’s not as serious as you think,” Li Nanheng cut her off. After seeing her worried appearance, he lifted one corner of his lip and raised his wrist. “It’s been quite some time since I previously injured this wrist. There’s no point in doing a cold compress right now. I’ll have to do a warm compress. It has the same effect as massaging with an ointment. I’ll just have to do a warm compress for a longer period. Bring a hot towel and the self-heating knee pad Da Bin was wearing today as well. Wrap my wrist in it for a while, and it’ll be fine. There’s no need to go through too much trouble.”

Feng Ling glanced at his wrist skeptically. It wasn’t swollen, but in the first place, a ligament pull wasn’t supposed to cause swelling. That didn’t mean the injury wouldn’t seriously affect the wrist.