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I have been feeling confused these past few days and can probably be summed up in four words: cold, heat, cough, and weakness.

Even if the electric blanket is turned on to the maximum and the air conditioner is turned on to the maximum, I am still shivering and shaking with cold.

Sometimes I'm thirty-eight, sometimes I'm thirty-nine. I dream of Tai Nai waving to me, which makes my whole body sore and weak.

The spitting was bloodshot, and I swallowed a knife when I drank water. I had a cough that made me think I was going to die soon.

At present, these three kinds of torture have been suppressed after recuperation, and there are no obvious symptoms.

There is only one void left.

How weak is it?

Even if the author sends a bunch of embarrassing pictures, I still feel calm and have no trouble at all.

It feels like the stamina bar, energy bar, and intelligence bar have all been cut by about half.

I sat in front of the computer today and just wrote a thousand words. My brain is not working very well. Let me recuperate and find my condition.

Finally, this thing is the ultimate torture. Readers, please hide away if you can.

The feeling of being a useless person who originally had sound limbs but ended up being so weak that he couldn't even unscrew the cap of a water bottle is terrible, terrible.
Chapter completed!