C184 You Were Sweating All Over.

His face was covered in sweat, and his pillow and blanket were drenched in sweat.

His expression was also very painful. His face was wrinkled, and his sweat was still pouring out.

Although the air was cold, it was impossible for it to be this hot in such a cold weather.

"Fred, Fred, wake up!" I called out to him softly.

He seemed to not hear me.

I raised my hand and caressed his forehead