The excessive headache gave Chen Zhou a feeling of impending cold.
On the island, there was a lack of medical supplies, and getting sick was one of the things he feared most. The thought of possibly catching a cold and its consequences filled him with dread.
Despite being exhausted, he didn't dare sleep. He quickly lit a fire, drying his clothes and body while heating up some leftovers, just enough to fill his stomach and warm his gut.
With food in his stomach, the sleepiness became more pronounced.
He added some large logs to the stove, hoping the fire would still be burning when he woke up. Chen Zhou grabbed a bottle of ale in passing.
He hastily covered the leftovers on the table, pouring the liquor into his mouth as he walked to the bedroom, with the spicy aroma of alcohol filling his mouth as he slipped under the covers.
At this time, the sky outside the cave was already beginning to brighten, but the rain continued with a sporadic intensity.
