Xiao Rong was lying on the cold floor.
His clothes were soaking wet with the toilet water all over the floor. His body was cold and he was unconscious.
He tried to get up from the ground out of instinct, but his whole body was too sore to move.
The coldness was like stitches sticking into his bones.
He felt cold and hot at the same time.
He felt that he was going to die.
Someone slightly rolled his body and lifted him off the ground, "Xiao Rong?"
"How do you feel, Xiao Rong?"
Xiao Rong wanted to see that person's face.
But he couldn't see it clearly even when he struggled to open his eyes. He felt that he was surrounded by clouds and couldn't see anything clearly.
"Sir, he has a fever."
Someone said.
Xiao Rong couldn't tell who the speaker was.
He could only feel that he was i
