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The whistle sounds.

The large cargo ship squeezed through the ice and moved slowly through the ice.

Seabirds circled above and chirped.

The room that the ship owner prepared for Shi Zhijian was indeed very small. It was filled with the smell of apples and pineapples. Originally it could only accommodate one bed, but now it was filled with a stretcher and people on the stretcher came over, making it even more crowded.

For two days in a row, the man on the stretcher remained motionless. Shi Zhijian even wondered if he was dead. Several times he couldn't help but want to step forward and test his breathing.

The ship owner was quite conscientious, and every time he brought meals to Shi Zhijian, he would also ask someone to send an extra portion to the patient, but he always cursed: "Pu, your mother's short-lived ghost! Don't die on my ship."

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It's just that every time the person who helps deliver food comes, he just puts the food away and leaves without caring.

Shi Zhijian couldn't stand it anymore, so after eating, he personally fed the man something to eat.

Occasionally, Shi Zhijian would get some anti-inflammatory drugs such as "Amoxicillin" from the boat, mix them into the porridge, and feed them to the man named "Along" himself, saying: "Eat more, and you can live longer!"

The man couldn't open his mouth, so Shi Zhijian used a spoon to pry it open and forcefully poured it in, breaking the man's mouth several times.

On the third day, Shi Zhijian was leaning on the bow of the boat reading a book when he suddenly heard someone say: "Water, I want to drink water."

Shi Zhijian looked sideways and saw that the man was awake. He hurriedly put down the book, stood up and got a glass of warm water. Then he walked to the man's stretcher, picked up his upper body, and then put the water glass to his mouth.

The man's lips were chapped. When he saw the water on his lips, he couldn't help but drink it all in one breath. Because he drank too fast, he started coughing.

Shi Zhijian helped him smooth his chest and asked him to drink slowly.

The man drank three glasses of warm water in one breath, and his pale and bloodless face felt better.

"Put me down."

Shi Zhijian put him down, but he was afraid that he would be uncomfortable lying down, so he found a quilt and put it under his waist so that he could lie against the wall.

The man took a breath, glanced at Shi Zhijian with gloomy eyes, and asked, "Why do you want to help me?"

Shi Zhijian thought for a moment and said, "Is your name Aaron? I have a friend also named Aaron, but he passed away recently, and as his friend, I couldn't even attend his funeral!"
Chapter completed!