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.

it might have been manageable, but Doctor Digby was in his fifties or sixties and was

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

everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief–it was

Klein prepared

to the Shadow

shoulder and said, “Don’t worry. He’ll pull through.

expressionlessly,

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Chapter 435

off for a bit and hard a

and shouted to his

stir a speck of dust, with only the sound of the car engine fading into the distance as Klein’s vehicle

the medical station’s entrance for a while

and wondered how many more days it would take

like

holding

medical station’s

the station, people were sprawled out, sleeping wherever

the tension

brother’s bedside. Looking at the wounds and swelling on his face, and touching his emaciated arms, tears streamed down Leonidas’s

so he kept

no one knew. But since Doctor Digby said

sleeping in

the medical station, yet they insisted on

three days without a high fever. Though still running a low–grade féver, it was a sign

spirits lifted briefly, but Digby quickly tempered their hopes, “A

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