As time passed, Channing MacArthur, who had been able to smile and chat with her, began to show signs of distress. It seemed as if he was struggling even to speak to her."Shaochen..." She knelt by his side, calling out to him. Channing MacArthur squinted, raised his hand, and gently touched her face, forcing a smile. "Mm, I'm here."Seeing the sweat on his forehead, Teresa Hansen took out a tissue to wipe it off. When her hand touched his forehead, she was startled—despite the cold weather, his forehead was burning hot. Clearly, he was running a fever."Channing MacArthur, you have a fever. Why didn't you say anything?" Teresa Hansen said, pulling out a wet wipe from her bag, folding it, and placing it on his head.Channing MacArthur still managed a smile. "I don't have a fever; I'm just a bit warm.""Leaves, I'll close my eyes for a while. Once the snow stops, we'll figure out how to get down the mountain," he said.Teresa Hansen returned his smile. "Okay, take a rest." But ins
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