Compared to modern cold medicines, kudzu-yu is not very effective.
Not to mention, instead of getting better, Nine's cold got worse.
"Gah, gah, gah. My cough is awful, and my nose is runny too... I'm sorry..."
Nine is lying on the sembei futon with a painful look on her face.
"You don't have to apologize."
I stroked his head gently.
he looks anxious, so I gave his hand a squeeze.
It was an act that could get me burned at the stake if his fans saw this.
"Why does it get worse after taking kudzu-yu...?"
"You can't think like that."
"Eh."
"You should think that the kuzu-yu kept me from getting worse than this."
"You're a positive person, aren't you?"
"That's the correct view, and more importantly, it's the only way to honor our efforts."
"That's true too!"
Nine laughed and then turned and coughed into the futon.
While the frequency of sneezing has decreased, the coughing has intensified.
I'm worried that she might have pneumonia.
"I guess you don't need to be told what to do, so just stay down."
"Yes. Are you leaving again, Nusaibah?"
"No, I'm going to make some porridge out of rice for Nine."
"You have rice?"
"Grandma gave me some for emergency rations. Don't worry, unlike cold medicine, this stuff doesn't expire."
"Haha, that's good to know, gah, gah."
I went to the earthen floor and used the cooking stove to cook rice.
Nine watched the whole thing from the bedroom.