Mr. Huo, my wife is offering 1000 billion for divorce!

It was clearly more than ten degrees below zero, but her face was red, her eyes were tightly closed and she was mumbling, and the broken hair on her forehead was wet with sweat.

Huo Yunting reached out and touched her forehead, and it was indeed hot.

His face became extremely ugly, and he immediately crawled out of his sleeping bag and went to find antipyretics in the first aid kit.

After turning snow into water and giving Xiao Muzhen a medicine, Huo Yunting put the bear skins they had put on his body on his body, took off three pieces of bear skins to make a stretcher, put Xiao Muzhen on it, and then Hanging the bag on his chest, he dragged Xiao Muzhen away.

Near noon, another group of people finally found Huo Yunting.

The moment Brother Hong saw Huo Yunting, he breathed a subtle sigh of relief.

However, when he saw Xiao Muzhen dragging him behind him, his expression changed.

She is not dead!

Of course Huo Yunting did not miss the emotional changes on his face, but now Xiao Muzhen was still ill and he needed their help.

So, he pretended not to see anything and said coldly: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to go back?"

Brother Hong quickly adjusted his expression and said quickly: "Master, we are worried about you, so we came over to see if you and Miss Xiao need help. Miss Xiao, is this...?"

Huo Yunting looked at him indifferently, "You were bitten by a bear. You should have medicine on your body, right?"

"Yes, bring the first aid kit!"

Soon, a person in the team walked up to Huo Yunting carrying a box, "Master... this is the medicine box."

Huo Yunting took it, found the antipyretic medicine inside, and then returned the box to the other party.

He looked at Brother Hong, "I remember that someone comes to bring you food every day, right?"

Brother Hong naturally knew that he wanted the people who came to deliver supplies to take Xiao Muzhen away, but how could he let Huo Yunting get what he wanted.

Showing an embarrassed look, Brother Hong sighed and said: "Young Master... it was indeed like this before... but when he came last time, he sent us food for half a month and said that the weather in Antarctica would change next. It's so bad that they have to wait a week before they can come back to deliver food to us. There are still ten days left in half a month..."

Huo Yunting's hand holding the medicine box tightened suddenly. The medicine box was slightly deformed due to excessive force.

Perhaps because of his ugly expression, Brother Hong added: "Master, don't worry, I will find a way to contact them... and ask them to come over as soon as possible. After all, Miss Xiao's situation seems to be very bad now..."

Huo Yunting sneered, "I hope you will do what you say."

"Master, are you doubting me?"

Brother Hong looked innocent, and his eyes when looking at Huo Yunting were full of hurt.

"No, it's just that she has a fever and I'm not in a good mood."

"That's good... Young Master, I sent us here to protect you and Miss Xiao. We will definitely find a way to make Miss Xiao feel better!"

Huo Yunting lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Our tent was damaged by a bear last night. Do you have any extra tents?"

"Yes, yes, we still have extra clothes, let's put them on for Miss Xiao."

Huo Yunting didn't say anything. Brother Hong immediately gave his men a look, and soon they came over with a brand new tent and a thick down jacket.

This sleeping bag was originally prepared for Huo Yunting, and even if he was given a tent, Xiao Muzhen would probably be able to survive.

In extreme weather like Antarctica, wounds become inflamed. Without antibiotics, there is no possibility of survival.