Chapter 435
Third Person’s POV
That night, except for Klein, no one got any sleep.
They were all absolutely exhausted. But Doctor Digby had said the night was critical.
If Marsh could make it through, he’d have at least a ten percent chance of survival.
Ten percent–it was a slim hope, but it was enough to make everyone anxious and eager, yet also tormented.
Doctor Digby simply lay down on the ground and fell asleep. The journey had left him utterly drained.
Harlan and Mason took turns keeping watch, each for an hour.
During the night, they administered medicine five times.
Starting with just two small spoonfuls each time, by the fifth round, they managed to get half a bowl down Marsh’s throat.
This night dragged on interminably, each moment a torment like being roasted over a fire.
They kept glancing out the window, wishing the sun would hurry up and rise.
Around two in the morning, Doctor Digby woke up and helped reduce Marsh’s fever.
His eyes were puffy, and he looked completely worn out.
Leonidas mentioned that they had been driving nonstop and only managed a quick hour’s rest at a service area before pushing on again.
For the young ones, it might have been manageable, but Doctor Digby was in his fifties or sixties and was really struggling.
Before dawn, after taking Marsh’s temperature again, Doctor Digby told everyone, “He’s made it through the night. But don’t get too hopeful. The fever breaking just shows the treatment is working, but the extent of its effectiveness still needs to be observed. He definitely won’t be moving anytime soon. If any of you want to head back to the capital, feel free. If you’re staying, help out with chores around the medical station instead of just standing around, making even me nervous.”
On hearing this, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief–it was one hurdle overcome!
After daybreak, Klein prepared to leave.
He needed to get back to the Shadow Peaks for rent–collection, which couldn’t be delayed.
Lance fetched the car keys for him. Klein patted his shoulder and said, “Don’t worry. He’ll pull through. Lance’s eyes lit up, and he asked, “Really? How can you be so sure?”
Klein took the keys, sat in the car expressionlessly, and tossedin a casual remark before driving off, “I
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dozed off for a bit and hard a dream.”
Lance smiled helplessly and shouted to his departing car, “Thanks, Kleint
The rain–washed highway didn’t stir a speck of dust, with only the sound of the car engine fading into the distance as Klein’s vehicle slowly vanished from sight.
Lance stood at the medical station’s entrance for a while before sitting down
He missed Adelaide and wondered how many more days it would take for her to arrive.
Everyone has moments of vulnerability. He didn’t want Adelaide to see him like this, but right now, he really wished she were by his side.
Even just watching her and holding her hand would bring him comfort.
Leaning against the medical station’s door frame, he fell asleep.
Inside the station, people were sprawled out, sleeping wherever they could.
Once the tension eased, exhaustion hit.
Leonidas was finally allowed to sit by his brother’s bedside. Looking at the wounds and swelling on his face, and touching his emaciated arms, tears streamed down Leonidas’s face.
But Doctor Digby forbade crying in the room, so he kept wiping his tears, over and over.
Marsh was asleep–whether in a coma or truly sleeping, no one knew. But since Doctor Digby said he was sleeping, everyone chose to believe it.
Digby, seeing the room full of people sleeping in all sorts of positions, was both amused and touched.
There were plenty of rooms with beds and bedding in the medical station, yet they insisted on staying here with Marsh.
On the third day, Doctor Digby announced that Marsh had passed another critical phase. He had gone three days without a high fever. Though still running a low–grade féver, it was a sign of progress.
Everyone’s spirits lifted briefly, but Digby quickly tempered their hopes, “A low fever can still be deadly.”
His words froze the smiles on their faces.
And he wasn’t exaggerating. The low fever persisted for several days, leaving Marsh in a constant state of grogginess. He barely regained consciousness.
It wasn’t until the seventh day of Doctor Digby’s arrival at the medical station that Adelaide and the others finally made it.
Twelve days from the capital to Frostbite Town was already quite fast, but the journey had been fraught with ‘delays due to several days of rain.
Paisley, usually in robust health, fell ill after getting caught in the rain.
Lynette had been severely carsick the entire trip, barely holding on by sheer willpower.
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Upon arriving at the medical station and stepping out of the car, Lynette collapsed to her knees.
Her legs were numb and weak; the journey had taken everything out of her.
Adelaide helped her to her feet, and Lynette urgently said, “Quick, take me to him.”
The worst part of the journey for her hadn’t been the carsickness or the bumps–it was the worry, the fear that his condition might suddenly worsen.
Adelaide supported her as they walked inside, and Lance approached them.
The couple locked eyes, and Lance nodded at her. The nod was a silent message—Marsh was alive.
Adelaide let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding and took a long look at Lance–he had lost weight.
She helped Lynette up the steps to the hospital room, and everyone instinctively stepped aside. Standing at the doorway, Lynette immediately spotted him lying in the bed.
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