Iron Man Falls! The Max-Level Boss with a Fever of 39 Degrees Celsius

Night always falls exceptionally quickly and mercilessly on a deserted island.

As the last rays of the setting sun were completely swallowed by the horizon, darkness, like thick ink, instantly engulfed the entire primeval jungle.

The warmth of the day was ruthlessly stripped away, and the temperature began to plummet at an alarming rate.

The damp, cold sea breeze seeped in through the gaps in the bamboo shed, carrying a chill that seeped into your bones.

Jiang Ruoyun was sleeping soundly.

The comfort of a full meal, coupled with the absolute safety of Lin Mo as a human shield by one's side.

This pampered young lady, who had been spoiled since childhood, was having a sweet dream in this simple wilderness shelter.

In her dream, there was a steaming bowl of exquisite beggar's chicken, and the man who always looked disgusted but gave her the best of everything.

However, this rare peace did not last long.

"Huff... huff..."

A strange and heavy sound abruptly shattered the tranquility of the night, jolting Jiang Ruoyun out of her dream.

The voice was right next to her ear.

The sound was dull and urgent, like a bellows being pulled, conveying a deep sense of pain and struggle.

Jiang Ruoyun opened her eyes groggily.

The shelter was pitch black, with only the faint starlight occasionally filtering in from outside.

Her mind was still a bit blank, and she instinctively thought it was the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves outside.

"Lin Mo?"

She muttered something unconsciously, reaching out a small, soft, white hand, instinctively wanting to find that broad and warm support.

Fingertips groped in the darkness.

The next second, the back of her hand inadvertently touched the arm of the man next to her.

"Ouch! Why is it so hot?"

hot!

It's too hot!

Through that thin layer of clothing, Lin Mo's body looked like a blazing furnace, radiating terrifying heat.

Jiang Ruoyun was fully awake; all her sleepiness vanished in that instant.

An unprecedented sense of panic, like a bucket of ice water, poured from her head to her heels.

"Lin Mo! Don't scare me!"

Her voice instantly broke into a sob, and her hands trembled as she frantically groped in the darkness until she finally cupped the man's face in her hands.

The sensation from her palm sent her heart sinking to the bottom.

Lin Mo's face, which always exuded laziness and composure, was now completely covered with a layer of cold sweat.

His skin was burning hot, conservatively estimated to be over 39 degrees Celsius.

By the faint moonlight outside, Jiang Ruoyun finally saw what the man looked like.

Lin Mo's eyes were tightly closed, and his brows, which usually carried a hint of nonchalance, were now twisted into a painful knot.

His dry, pale lips parted slightly, struggling to draw in air.

What's even more terrifying is that he clearly had such a frighteningly high fever.

However, his body was trembling uncontrollably because he had forcibly resisted the cold air from entering his body last night.

The tremor seemed to emanate from within the bones, causing the entire bamboo bed to creak slightly.

At that moment, Jiang Ruoyun felt as if her world had collapsed.

In her subconscious, Lin Mo was an omnipotent god.

As long as he was there, Jiang Ruoyun felt that even if it were the end of the world, she could get through it safely.

But now, this "God Lin" is worshipped by the entire internet and regarded as a reclusive master by various bigwigs.

This tough guy, who was always stubborn but soft-hearted and always silently shielded himself from all the storms, has truly fallen.

Lying on this desolate, dangerous island in the dark of night, it was so fragile that it seemed a gust of wind could blow it away.

Before tonight, the entire internet was immersed in a near-fanatical "deification" movement.

In everyone's eyes, Lin Mo is just a cheat code disguised as a human.

He not only possesses the confidence to crush all capital, but also the absolute strength to stroll leisurely in the wilderness. Watching him survive in the wilderness is like watching a personal, max-level show of overwhelming power.

But it wasn't until this moment, when that burning hot, trembling body was exposed to the camera without reservation, that things changed.

Only then did everyone awaken to a truth that had been overlooked.

Lin Mo is not a god; he is also a flesh-and-blood human being who bleeds, gets sick, and has physical limits.

The reason he could appear so calm and collected was entirely due to his terrifying willpower, which he had forcefully pushed his physical limits to the limit.

During last night's devastating downpour, he gave Jiang Ruoyun his only jacket for shelter from the wind and cold.

Wearing only a thin short-sleeved shirt, I used my back to shield myself from the biting cold wind. Today, I dragged my exhausted body to hunt and prepare food.

He silently bore all the pressure, all the cold, and all the exhaustion all by himself.

He gave all his tenderness and sense of security to that girl.

But the cruelest overdraft was left to himself.

Now, this string, stretched to its limit, has finally snapped completely.

"Lin Mo! Wake up!"

Jiang Ruoyun's mind went blank; all reason was completely overwhelmed by overwhelming fear.

She gripped Lin Mo's burning shoulders tightly with both hands, shaking him desperately, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

The cries, filled with heart-wrenching sobs, echoed for a long time in the silent night sky of the deserted island, but received no response whatsoever.

After the initial panic subsided, Jiang Ruoyun's instinctive reaction was to call for help.

She turned her head sharply and looked at the night vision camera that was flashing a faint red light in the corner of the shelter.

She cried out desperately into the camera, trying to grasp at this only straw.

But cruel reality shattered her illusions in the next second.

On the first day on the island, the production team confiscated everyone's communication devices.

No one can approach this deserted island until the storm has subsided and the ships are repaired.

They are now truly isolated and helpless.

I cried out to heaven but received no response, and cried out to earth but received no help.

at the same time.

On the top floor of the Jiang Group headquarters building in Beijing, thousands of miles away.

Inside the spacious and luxurious chairman's office, the lights were on. There was a major contract to be signed that night, and Jiang Jianguo was forced to work overtime.

Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in China, was sitting in a large mahogany boss's chair, holding a cross-border merger and acquisition contract involving billions of yuan.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were intently reviewing every clause in the document.

The butler, Old Wang, who stood by serving him, even breathed very softly, afraid of disturbing the contemplation of this business tycoon.

However, Old Wang would notice if he got a little closer.

The multi-billion dollar contract in Jiang Jianguo's hand was completely upside down.

This incredibly dignified old father didn't even glance at the documents for half a second.

Behind his mahogany pen holder, a brand-new smartphone was leaning against him furtively.

The phone screen brightness was turned down to the lowest setting.

The footage shown above is a live night vision broadcast of the survival episode of "Heart Signal".

On the surface, Jiang Jianguo was looking at the contract, but in reality, every nerve in his body was closely watching the activity on the deserted island on the screen.

Just then, a heart-wrenching, desperate cry from Jiang Ruoyun suddenly came from the phone's speaker.

Jiang Jianguo shuddered violently, and the high-end fountain pen in his hand flew out, splashing ink onto the expensive carpet.

He no longer cared about maintaining the dignified image of being the richest man.

Holy crap!

A resounding phrase from the national essence spontaneously escaped his lips.

Jiang Jianguo jumped up from the boss's chair as if he had a spring in his butt.

He grabbed his phone, his reading glasses askew, and stared intently at the unconscious young man lying on the bamboo bed on the screen.

One second she thought this guy was strong and responsible, and barely good enough for her daughter.

How could she just collapse in the middle of the night like that?!

"What's wrong with this brat! Wasn't he full of energy hunting pheasants yesterday?!"

Jiang Jianguo was so anxious that he paced wildly behind his desk, almost having a heart attack from the fright.

His anger erupted like a volcano, and he completely lost his reason.

"If he collapses, what will happen to my precious daughter?! Who will feed her? Who will protect her?!"

He pointed at the screen and cursed at the air as if he wanted to devour the director of that lousy show alive.

"Where's the production team?! Are all these useless idiots dead?!"

"Can't you see the guests are burning up and almost dying?! What are you still filming for?!"

Jiang Jianguo suddenly turned his head and roared at the housekeeper, who was already dumbfounded, with bloodshot eyes.

"Old Wang! What are you standing there for! Send a medical helicopter to that wretched island right now to rescue them!"

The butler, Old Wang, trembled from the shout, and cold sweat poured down his back.

He steeled himself and stammered a reminder to the old man, who had completely lost his composure.

"Chairman Dong... have you forgotten? There was severe convective weather in that sea area last night."

"The weather bureau issued a red alert, all flight paths were closed, and there was no place for helicopters to make an emergency landing..."

"Right now, let alone a medical helicopter, even sending a warship would have to wait for the sea conditions to stabilize."

Old Wang swallowed hard, his voice growing softer and softer.

"They can only rely on themselves to get through this now."

This tycoon, who could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist, experienced for the first time the profound sense of powerlessness that money can't buy you anything.

He slumped back onto the sofa, staring intently at the thin figure on the screen who was holding Lin Mo and crying bitterly, covering his face with his hands in anguish.

On a deserted island thousands of miles away.

The icy, biting night wind continued to howl relentlessly.

The chat room was now completely filled with panic and heartache.

Jiang Ruoyun had never experienced such a desperate moment.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever she encountered a problem, all she needed to do was act cute or reveal her identity as the daughter of the Jiang family.

Countless people would line up to help her solve all her problems.

But this wilderness doesn't recognize capital or status; it only recognizes the cruel laws of survival.

"Lin Mo..."

She lay on the man's burning chest, listening to his rapid and erratic heartbeat.

Jiang Ruoyun cried twice, then suddenly bit her lower lip hard.

Tears dripped onto Lin Mo's burning face.

She knew that she was the only one who could save Lin Mo now.

This pampered heiress, who had never lifted a finger in the kitchen, hastily wiped away her tears and began frantically searching for anything usable around her.