The rain was so heavy that I couldn't take much of it, so I wiped off the rain that had fascinated my eyes and rushed into the cave.

As I walked inside, I checked to see if the eagle had been drenched, and it was raining so hard that it was still drenched despite my protection. Probably from blood loss, it shrugged its head motionless, and if it weren't for the warm pulse, it would have been mistaken for dead.

I tied the eagle with a thread and put it on a flat stone, and then looked around for dry grass and branches, it was not summer, I was soaking wet, and the cold was digging straight into my skin, and I had to make a fire as soon as possible, or I would catch a cold and get sick. Because of the cold, I had just picked up the stone and was about to hit it when I let out a loud sneeze: "Ahhhhhhhh

Rubbing his itchy nose, he continued to make a fire, because his hands were shaking, and it took a while to light the hay. I gently placed the dry twig on the small flame, and slowly, the small flame turned into a roaring campfire. I rummaged through my pockets, took out two potatoes from them and threw them into the fire, the wet clothes were very uncomfortable on my body, and it was even colder when the wind blew, and it was okay to face the campfire in front of me, but it was really cold behind me, and I wanted to get the bed and wrap it in a quilt. But this is a cave, not to mention that the quilt doesn't even have extra hay!

"It's so cold!" I muttered, rubbing my hands together vigorously and jumping on the spot again. After tossing like this for more than an hour, I finally felt a little warm in my body. I sat back at the fire and pulled out the potatoes buried in the ashes, well, just in time, ripe!

Pick up the potatoes and throw them with different hands, which can not only quickly throw away the dust, but also allow it to cool down faster, which is not immediately eaten by the potatoes that have just come out of the fire. Finally, all the potatoes were peeled and fed into my stomach, and after eating the potatoes, I felt that it was not so cold, and even the back that had just been drilled by the cold air was also slightly hot. I stretched out my hand to roast on the fire, well, I looked hotter, and my face began to sweat.

I raised my hand to wipe my sweat, and found that my forehead was frighteningly hot! God, I just felt wrong, I thought it was not cold, but in fact it was a fever, and this fever came suddenly, although my body was not very good since I was a child, but it was not the first time that I went up the mountain to be caught in the rain, but why did I have a fever this time? I blamed myself for being too confident, thinking that the cold could be expelled by jumping around and baking the fire, so I didn't take the typhoid medicine in my bag at the beginning. As a result, this typhoid fever found me. Things in the cave began to rotate upside down, I knew it was my hallucination, I tried a few times, but I couldn't stand up! After a few attempts to no avail, I could only slowly climb towards the stone, although the ground was uneven, and there were many stones, but this real contact made me feel a little steady. Finally crawling to the edge of the stone, I laboriously took off the bag and fumbled in a mess, there were a few small medicine bottles inside, containing some wound medicine and antidotes. At first, because I was too lazy to choose, I bought the same porcelain vase and engraved the name on it. Although the handwriting is not good-looking, and there are even some teeth and claws, but fortunately, I can see clearly and divide the medicine. But now, I am dizzy and my sense of taste is temporarily unusable because of typhoid fever, how can I tell whether this porcelain bottle is a wound medicine or an antidote?

This is really a problem for me now, I took so much effort to come and get the medicine, but I got the medicine, but I don't know which bottle is typhoid medicine......

Hey, my headache brain! Helplessly, I had to grope for each bottle to take out a medicine, thinking that if I took one in each bottle, I could always eat a medicine that could cure the wind and cold. It's just that if I take so many medicines in one go, there won't be a problem, right? I was suddenly annoyed that I was dozing off when the master explained the properties of the medicine to me!

In the end, I didn't take any medicine. Putting the medicine bottle back, I lay on the stone with heavy eyelids and moved my mouth to the eagle: "Little eaglet, don't run around when my sister sleeps, if you are eaten by some beast, my sister can't save you......"

I managed to save it, and I hope it stays alive. My body was too heavy, I knocked my eyelids a few times, and finally I couldn't resist falling asleep all of a sudden......

It was so dark that I couldn't see or move. I feel like I weigh a thousand pounds, and even if I move my fingers, I find it so difficult. I seemed to hear something approaching me, rustling, like hurried footsteps, like the sound of some wild beast running in, my brain ached, I usually knew what it was, but now I couldn't tell what it was. Oh my God, I can't move here, and if it's a beast that comes in, then I'm not going to be its ready-made dinner? God, the magnificent scene of being torn apart by the beast and eating is so miserable! I might as well die now! Thinking like this, I managed to sleep to death......

I felt my body hot and cold, hot and cold, as if I was being roasted on a fire, and when it was cold, it was like being thrown into a big ice cellar! My mouth was dry and I wanted to speak, but I opened my mouth and found that I couldn't even move my tongue! Whoa, it seems that I am really sick! I can't stand this discomfort, I instinctively want to move, but why am I trapped by death, I can't move, I can only suffer the unbearable scorching life.

My head hurt, my whole body hurts, I started sweating, and after sweating, I felt so cold again, and I started shivering again. It's so uncomfortable, I wish I could have a futon. I felt my body move, something wrapped me warmly, like a quilt! I wrapped the warm quilt around myself vigorously, this action was just the instinct of my body, because I was really cold, I just wanted to lean on the warm place.

But the quilt was about to run, and someone grabbed my hand and wouldn't let me wrap it, so I was angry and said, "Let go...... I'm cold...... Wrap me in a futon......"

I used all my strength to say this, so I can't fight with someone for the quilt at all, if that person doesn't have pity, he will definitely not pity me.

Thinking like this, I began to feel sad, since I was a child, although I grew up in the mountains, I have not suffered such a grievance, so my mouth flattened, and I cried: "Woo...... Woohoo......"