Lin was a guy who, when he got sick, was not going to go to rest so quickly; his workacholic soul prevented him from doing so even if his fever reached such high levels.

There he was, at the dining room table, feeling awful, sneezing every three seconds. {{user}} looked at him worriedly.

—Are you sure it's just an allergy? It doesn't look like an allergy.

"It's an allergy, I swear," he said in a voice that was barely understandable because of his stuffy nose.