I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

I went to bed at eight o'clock last night, sweating all over.

Today the fever subsided a little, around 38 degrees, and the headache got better, but my throat hurts.

Coughing is like the cranium being pried open with steel bars, staring at the eyes, and swallowing is like being stabbed by a knife, but without these violent movements, people are fine.

I can't type anymore, try to eat something, and go to sleep later.

Cry, everyone, let's change the book first, and take care of yourself.