MTL - American Warehouse Taobao King-Chapter 835 【Severe cold coming out in a hurry】

   After another day of repairing, even if Yang Yong didn't order, these treasure hunters couldn't stay still, and the whole treasure hunt team was divided into three groups as before. The difference is that there are five bodyguards left behind, hiding in the dense bushes under the mountain, monitoring all the people who go up the mountain, so that they can find out first before they are caught by surprise and suffer heavy losses.

   There was a heavy rain on the mountain, and there was a mudslide. The big landscape signs have not changed, but the small details have been completely changed. In addition, there is no accurate map, only a detailed description, so it is very difficult to find, and President Yang has found nothing for ten consecutive days. Almost the entire bottom of Shenyang Peak has been searched, but the exact hidden location has not yet been found.

  Yang Yong looked very calm, but the treasure hunters of the Yang family began to be impatient. Some people even began to suspect that this treasure hunt mission might come back empty-handed. There used to be treasure hunt maps, but this time there were only text descriptions, and they even used the big killer, the seismic wave detector, and found nothing.

  The geography has no space and no metal, and it is often not found in places below 100 meters. This is not just a strange thing. It has been ten days and nothing has been found. Can you all be frivolous? But seeing the old god, Yang Yong should not be in a hurry, but it gave everyone a lot of confidence. After trying to understand these things, these impetuous treasure hunters couldn't help but smile bitterly.

  The emperor is not in a hurry, the **** is in a hurry, the boss is not in a hurry, what is he in a hurry, even if he is in a year, he can't find it. Are the wages still paid? It's just that there is no commission, so on the 13th day, everyone began to calm down. After the search for this day was completed, they all came back earlier. Yang Yong had already informed him to join him early in the morning, and what Smith, who had just completed a secret mission, went to the mountains to hunt with a gun. In the evening, there is a bonfire party, and everyone has a good meal and a little wine to relieve fatigue.

   In addition to roasting game, Yang Yong was also considered to be bleeding profusely from the fresh foie gras sealed in liquid nitrogen, and he took out ten of them. Each one reached three kilograms, and even 50 small trout were airlifted from Chengwu Island. Although these small trout were not large, each did not exceed half a kilogram. But it was baked, and the smell was wafting out 40 miles against the wind. It was a fragrance.

   Everyone sat together and ate roasted venison, tender foie gras, roasted trout, and drank wine. Even Yang Yong extravagantly took out a portable audio device that he carried with him, put on the music, everyone sang and danced, and had a good carnival to relieve the tension.

   But there is a saying that goes well, even if you are drunk, you have to face what you should face when you wake up the next day. It doesn't change anything at all, it's a great joy to party, good food and wine, and great music. But waking up still can't change the fact of living in a cave in a cave, or the fact that the whole mountain is searched.

How to do? Let’s search for the salad, anyway, some people don’t care about wasting time for a day or two. Of course, although Yang Yong looks very calm on the surface, who can understand the anxiety in his heart? To soothe the emotions of the subordinates. Yang Yong just didn't show that he was depressed, he was under a lot of pressure, and he couldn't sleep well on the mountain.

   On the 15th day, when Yang Yong woke up in the morning, he felt a dull pain in his head, but he still insisted on starting. By noon, the sun was rising and Yang Yong felt more and more wrong, his head not only aching but also dizzy. The sun radiates heat overhead, but I still feel like my body is soaked in coldness, as if there is wind leaking somewhere.

   And he began to sweat on his head, and when he fell on the stone, he swayed, as if he was about to faint at any time. Smith, who had been observing Mr. Yang, felt nervous. He came to Yang Yong's side and patted Yang Yong's shoulder and asked. "Yang Yong, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much? If you feel uncomfortable, tell me quickly if you are sick."

   Only Smith dared to call Yang Yong's name directly, and only Smith was not concerned about whether Yang Yong could find the treasure. Instead, he was concerned about Yang Yong's body. Seeing Smith's anxious appearance, Yang Yong barely showed a hint of bitterness and said intermittently.

   "No? It's alright, I just feel a stuffy chest and a headache, as if lack of oxygen. I feel good today, very tired."

   Just finished saying a tired word and fell headfirst into Smith's arms, Smith first touched Yang Yong's head. Finding it was hot and hot, it seemed like he had a fever, so he shouted anxiously to James, who was searching on the mountain. "Don't look for James, Yang Yong is ill and has a fever. Help me to hold Yang Yong for a meeting. What if Yang Yong has three long and two shortcomings."

   James lost his soul when he heard Smith's words, stumbled and rolled down the mountain, and touched Yang Yong's head. The good guy is hot like a stove, but seeing Yang Yong's state is always fighting a cold war, this is not the tropics, if it is tropical, you can judge malaria. Also known as swinging, but this is Switzerland, the remnants of the Alps. It is impossible for a mosquito carrying malaria virus to bite Yang Yong. Now the only explanation is a severe cold.

  Yang Yong couldn't afford this illness, and it scared everyone. Because there were many people, everyone carried a section of Yang Yong up the mountain and a relay back to the cave. Then the team's doctor diagnosed Yang Yong's health, and it turned out to be a severe cold. As for how he got a severe cold. That's because the pressure is too high, and the body's immunity is weakened and the cold at night. In the end, he couldn't hold back and fainted. The doctor first used antipyretics, and then used a physical cooling method to strip Yang Yong and smear alcohol on his body.

   At this time, Yang Yong's blushing face slowly returned to normal, and he remained groggy until the night. When I opened my eyes, I felt that my mouth and throat were dry, and I could spit fire. I stared blankly at the pitch-darkness around me. I didn't know if there was anyone around me, so I could only shout in a weak voice.

   "Somebody, give me some water, I'm so thirsty, I'm so thirsty, I want to drink water, come someone."

   As soon as he finished speaking, Smith's surprised voice rang from the side, and then Yang Yong saw the lighting miner's lamp inside the tent suddenly light up. Only then did I see Smith sitting beside his bed smoking a cigarette, no wonder his throat was so sore. Is it okay to be next to such a chimney? Hearing that Yang Yong felt thirsty and wanted to drink water, Smith quickly opened the thermos bottle that had been worn away by Yang Yong.

When the    was poured out from the Huaxia Manor, the Chinese medicine doctor asked Mr. Yang Yong to take the traditional Chinese medicine for the cold with him. After blowing it, it didn't feel hot, and after that, regardless of whether Yang Yong wanted to drink the seeds of these bitter medicine soup, he opened Yang Yong's mouth and blocked Yang Yong's nose and poured it down. The good guy Yang Yong struggled and couldn't break free from Smith's claws. He poured a stomach of bitter Chinese medicine. You really feel much better with your hot throat. The mouth is full of saliva and I can't feel thirsty anymore, so I have the strength to roll my eyes and watch Smith curse and say.

   "You bastard, you treat me like this when you see I'm sick. Just wait and see how I treat you when you're sick."