CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93 LOVE, HEAVY AS A MOUNTAIN (1)_1

The hand she grasped seemed to stiffen for a moment; she didn’t know why.

At this moment, her mind was filled with scenes of her family.

Kind parents, a lively younger sister, a cynical younger brother—they were all people she couldn’t bear to leave behind, and yet she had. She had wronged them, oh, how she had wronged them.

"Where’s the military doctor! Get him over here, now!" In her delirium, she seemed to hear an impatient male voice, like a clap of thunder, echoing in her ears. The man sounded very anxious, very worried.

Who was that?

Feverish and groggy, Ruby Bluen was almost pushing Marcel Horne from her thoughts.

She whimpered in discomfort.

"Ruby." A strong hand reached out, eagerly yet gently helping her up from the bed. She was then guided into a warm and secure embrace. But as she sat up, leaving the warmth of the blankets, she felt cold. Her body trembled slightly, and those large hands immediately pulled the heavy quilt to cover her.

Marcel? It was him!

His scent was different from Glades Horne’s. Glades Horne always carried the faint scent of cologne, which she actually disliked. However, she had never asked him to stop using it—not even a little. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t the one she loved, so she didn’t want him to change everything for her. Besides, she felt that even if she had said something, Glades Horne probably wouldn’t have changed.

Her younger sister liked that scent.

Glades Horne had always been very considerate towards her younger sister. She had once mistakenly believed Glades Horne was in love with her sister. But then, thinking of how much Glades Horne cared for her, she would dismiss that suspicion.

Because if Glades Horne had loved her sister, he wouldn’t have wanted to marry her, and she wouldn’t have had to flee to Tibet.

But the man she truly loved, Marcel Horne, exuded a purely masculine aura, untainted by any artificial fragrance. That was what she liked most.

Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead; she struggled to open them.

Through her blurry vision, the person who met her gaze was indeed Marcel Horne, dressed in a military uniform. He was holding her tightly, his face etched with anxiety, and even his usually icy eyes were filled with agitation. He kept roaring towards the outside of the room, asking if the military doctor had arrived.

There are military doctors in the Military Camp too, just downstairs. Perhaps they’re on their way. Why is he roaring like that? As if I have some critical illness.

And his agitation, his loss of usual calm and composure—is it because he’s worried about me?

My head is so dizzy, my eyelids so heavy.

Ruby Bluen no longer had the strength to investigate whether Marcel Horne had feelings for her. She closed her eyes and sank into boundless darkness. At the moment her eyes closed, tears still slid down her cheeks.

"Ruby!" Marcel Horne saw her awaken in a daze, only to fall back asleep in an instant, tears still streaming. His entire heart ached. He shook Ruby Bluen urgently yet ever so gently, but Ruby Bluen was too deeply unconscious; he couldn’t wake her. "Damn it! How could she be burning up like this!"

"Battalion Commander." The military doctor finally arrived.

"Quick, she has a high fever." Marcel Horne immediately moved from the edge of the bed, laid Ruby Bluen back down, and let the military doctor take her pulse.

The military doctor said no more and quickly took Ruby Bluen’s pulse. He then took Ruby Bluen’s temperature: forty degrees.

"Forty degrees, it’d be a wonder if she wasn’t delirious," the military doctor muttered. He gave Ruby a fever-reducing injection, then fetched ice, instructing Marcel to apply it to Ruby’s chest to bring her temperature down quickly.

"Battalion Commander, she has some inflammation. Even if this fever subsides, it will only be temporary; it’s likely to return soon. A fever of forty degrees is very high. I’m afraid it won’t break, and she’ll continue to have a high fever. The medical facilities in our camp’s infirmary are inadequate. I suggest that as soon as her fever drops a little, we immediately send her to the Military District Hospital for examination. In her condition, it’s very easy for her to develop pneumonia."

The military doctor spoke with due diligence.

Upon hearing this, Marcel Horne’s expression turned grim, and a wave of regret washed over him.

Yesterday was supposed to be his older brother Glades and her wedding day. She had fled the marriage, and she was, in fact, under immense pressure. So, last night, when she couldn’t sleep and went to the rooftop alone in the middle of the night to cry, he knew. He had thought to let her de-stress on her own, so he hadn’t stopped her. Heaven knew how much his heart ached seeing her hugging her knees, squatting on the ground, crying helplessly.

She hadn’t stayed on the rooftop for long; if she had, he would have appeared long ago to bring her downstairs.

But in just those brief ten minutes, she had caught a chill. Perhaps because her spirits were so low, she actually fell ill, and so fiercely at that.

"Prepare the vehicle. As soon as her fever starts to recede, I’ll take her to the Military District Hospital immediately," Marcel Horne ordered towards the outside.

The soldiers who were concerned about Ruby Bluen quickly went to prepare the vehicle.

The military doctor prescribed more fever-reducing medicine and had Marcel Horne feed it to Ruby Bluen.

Ruby Bluen was delirious from the fever and already deeply asleep. When Marcel Horne tried to give her the medicine, she wouldn’t take it. When the medicine was put into her mouth, she instinctively spat it out due to the bitter taste.

"Ruby, time for your medicine," Marcel Horne said to the unconscious woman, his tone exceptionally gentle for the first time.

After a while, Ruby Bluen’s temperature dropped a little, from forty degrees to thirty-nine degrees.

When a person has a fever, thirty-nine degrees is already very uncomfortable. So, even though her temperature had started to drop, she was still extremely uncomfortable and didn’t awaken from her unconscious state.

Seeing her temperature begin to fall, Marcel Horne quickly brought a thick, padded cotton coat, swiftly wrapped her in it, then picked her up and headed outside.

The vehicle was already prepared in the Courtyard.

Andrew Carter opened the car door for Marcel Horne. Only after Marcel Horne, holding Ruby Bluen, was seated inside did Andrew Carter close the door.