"You said not to worry, but look at you. You haven't slept all night. Earlier, you only closed your eyes for less than an hour, and now you're working again." Da Bin watched as Feng Ling moistened Boss's lips. He sighed. "You should go rest first. Call Fattie and someone else to replace you. There are so many of us here. Let's take turns."
"It's fine. I won't be able to sleep even if I lay down. Boss's fever is so high. Who can sleep well right now?"
That was true. Although the rest of the men had left this tent, when Da Bin went to the other tent to retrieve some items last night, they were all awake. Even when they laid down, they were unable to get much rest. Everyone was worried about Boss's condition.
Due to Boss's high fever, he had difficulties breathing right now. If the tent was overcrowded, it would only worsen his condition. Thus, everyone could only wait in the next tent. They took turns to come in to care for him.
