When Ji Ting woke up on the first morning of the Lunar New Year, he felt that his nose was blocked.
"You must have caught a chill from staying by the lake too long last night," Ji Yanzhi said as he went to the small sitting room outside to pour some hot water.
Ji Ting thought back. He had worked up a sweat while gluing the missile casing together last night, so he had probably caught a chill then.
When Ji Yanzhi returned, he said, "The doctor will be here shortly. You're staying home to rest today."
"Aren't we going to Grandpa's to wish him a happy New Year?"
"Your health comes first. Everything else is a minor matter."
Ji Yanzhi moved to take off his pajamas, but Ji Ting caught his hand and said, "An ordinary cold clears up on its own through the immune system. There's no specific cure."
Ji Yanzhi paused. "Don't you need antibiotics or some kind of cold medicine granules?"
"Antibiotics are for bacterial infections, but I don't have a fever, a sore throat, or a cough, so that doesn't apply. As for the granules, they're really just meant to make patients drink more hot water. Hot water does help with recovery."
Ji Yanzhi sat and considered this, then copied Ji Ting's usual gesture and pressed his forehead against his.
It was indeed only mildly warm, with no sign of a fever.
"You really don't feel unwell anywhere else?"
"No." Ji Ting shook his head. "It's New Year's. Let's not make the doctor come all this way for nothing. Let's get ready and go to Grandpa's."
Ji Yanzhi hesitated for a while before saying solemnly, "Then you have to promise me that if you develop any other symptoms, you'll come with me to see a