He heard it right?

Although I doubt it like this...

The woodcutter's heart... slowly sank.

He opened his mouth.

...

"……younger brother."

After a while, the woodcutter made a sound.

"you……"

A flash of inspiration flashed in the woodcutter's mind.

He reached out and touched the young scholar's forehead.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It will still be affected after being wet, right?"

Although he drank ginger soup for the young scholar, no matter what, the young scholar had been wet for several days.

Is a bowl of ginger soup not enough to drive away the cold?

Cold air enters the body.

The young scholar's mind was a little confused.

...

"I'll go find a doctor."

The woodcutter immediately stood up.

It was him who neglected.

He should have gone to the doctor from the beginning.

He won't delay his brother's condition, right?

The woodcutter was a little worried.

...

"elder brother."

The young scholar called out.

He reached out to hold the woodcutter.

However, his body was still a little weak at this time, and he was not as strong as the woodcutter. At this time, he was even gently swung by the woodcutter, and the young scholar's hand was thrown away.

But the woodcutter stopped.

Stopped temporarily.

The woodcutter turned his head.

"Brother, you're here."

"I'll be back soon."

...

"elder brother."

The young scholar raises the volume.

"I'm fine."

"You don't have to go to the doctor."

...

"Why is it okay?"

The woodcutter subconsciously said, "Everyone has started talking nonsense..."

...

The young scholar was slightly stunned.

Then shake your head.

"No."

"I didn't talk nonsense."

“I know very well what I’m talking about.”

...

The woodcutter turned around.

"I'll go find a doctor."

...

"elder brother!"

The young scholar shouted, "I'm fine."

"Even if you go to the doctor, I-"

"Ahem~"

The young scholar coughed violently.

...

The woodcutter immediately turned back to the bedside.

He reached out to pat the young scholar on the back.

"Is it okay?"

The woodcutter looked worried.

...

The young scholar didn't bother to answer the woodcutter.

He reached out and hit his chest hard.

...

After a while, the young scholar stopped coughing.

He was a little exhausted.

His red face made him feel a little hot.

...

"Is it okay?"

The woodcutter patted the young scholar on the back a few more times.

Then sit in front of the young scholar.

"I'll get you some water."

...

The woodcutter stood up to get the water.

...

The young scholar did not refuse.

He took the water.

"Gulugulu~"

The young scholar raised his head and quickly finished drinking a bowl of water.

...

"Do you still want it?"

The woodcutter took the cup back and looked at the young scholar inquiring.

...

The young scholar shook his head.

"No."

...

The woodcutter hesitated for a while, but sat down next to the young scholar's bed again.
To be continued...