The setting sun hung low in the west, the heat unyielding.
On the road, such temperatures seemed visible to the naked eye.
The air itself appeared blurred by the heat.
In these concrete buildings, a middle-aged woman had little Fish lie down in a cool spot, fanning her occasionally and refreshing her with water.
But her entire body was soaked in sweat, with large beads of perspiration falling from her forehead.
Brother Sun walked over, recalling Little Fish's previous heatstroke episode when her face turned red.
Now her complexion was ashen, and despite being fanned, she was still sweating profusely. He reached out to touch Little Fish's forehead and then checked her heart rate.
Hiss!
"So hot, it must be over 40 degrees!" Brother Sun said worriedly, "Little Fish is in bad shape. This is a severe case of heatstroke, and it could very well be heatstroke illness."
