A Female Alpha’s Revenge

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.

the young ones, it might have been manageable, but Doctor Digby was in his fifties or

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,

this, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief–it

Klein prepared to

back to the Shadow Peaks

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

car expressionlessly, and tossedin

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a bit

to his departing car, “Thanks,

speck of dust, with only the sound of the car engine fading into the

medical station’s entrance for a

wondered how many more days

vulnerability. He didn’t want Adelaide to see him like this,

just watching her and holding her hand would bring him

the medical station’s door frame, he

station, people were sprawled out, sleeping wherever

tension

the wounds and swelling on his face,

forbade crying in the room, so

a coma or truly sleeping, no one knew. But since Doctor Digby said he was

seeing the room full of people sleeping in all sorts of positions, was both amused and

rooms with beds and bedding in the medical station, yet they insisted

critical phase. He had gone 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 low fever