Hello, Mr. Brent novel Chapter 130

"Andrew, Andrew?" Emily shook Andrew and shouted, but Andrew didn't even blink like a corpse.

Emily was so angry that she slapped him and scolded him, "Where was your brutality just now? What kind of patient are you pretending to be? Get up now, or I'll leave you here."

Andrew was still motionless, his cheeks were burning red, and he simply fainted.

Emily gritted his teeth, stood up, bent over, and pulled him into the cave by his arms.

She could have left him here, but the way he was... If she didn't care, he would be dead in an hour.

"I will save your life. When you wake up, don't pester me anymore. In the future, everyone will go back to the bridge and return to the road. It's better to meet as if they don't know each other." Emily finally dragged Andrew into the cave and said as he wiped the rain off his face with a torn quilt.

Not sure if Andrew heard it, but she sighed and took off Andrew's clothes.

There was no choice. He was soaked. If he didn't take off his clothes and let him stay like this, he would die if he didn't get caught in the rain.

Fortunately, there was a broken quilt here. Although it tasted a little more, it was good to keep warm temporarily.

After covering him with the quilt, Emily picked up the empty can and saw that there was a stream over there. He ran in the rain and poured some water into the stream. She rummaged through Andrew's pocket and found a waterproof lighter.

He lit the lighter, found dry grass and two bricks to light it, put the can bottle down, and even made a small water boiling tool.

"Water, give me water." Andrew began to talk in her sleep.

Emily immediately took the can off the fire, not knowing if it was on fire or not. In short, hot water was better than cold water and forced Andrew into it.

Andrew quickly drained the bottle of water and watched him lick his lips and pass out. Emily sighed and had to fill up two cans in the rain. The two cans took turns to burn in case he was in a hurry to drink more water.

"Cold, so cold, so cold." Andrew began to talk in her sleep again and curled up trembling.

People who have a fever are afraid of the cold, but there is only a broken quilt here, and Emily can't help it. And she was cold herself, her clothes were wet, and she had more than enough strength.

But Andrew kept calling out cold, like a poor child, and even called out the word "Mother."

With a sigh, she gritted her teeth and couldn't help but walk over and pick him up in her arms.

"Okay, okay, stop calling mom. Your mom doesn't know where she is." Emily grumbled as he hugged him.

After some time, Andrew opened his eyes in a daze and saw Emily's face close by.

Her arms were warm, reminding him of his mother's arms when he was young.

Andrew moved and leaned back into his warm arms. He felt her pat him on the back twice, then hooked his lips and closed his eyes.

Lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and the rain was heavy. Alan wore a raincoat and led Lisa and his group into the mountains.

Lisa wiped the rain off his face and asked, "Are you sure they're here? That Andrew won't be so crazy! Why are you running into the mountains in the middle of the night?"

"He's a psycho," Alan said.

Lisa frowned and asked, "Do you know him well?"

Alan was stunned and then said, "I don't understand, but bringing someone I don't know here is not a psychopath."

"Alan." A voice came from behind.