Tetu Keseh Keseangan Aa Doctor
15. Grudgingly Hear it

Endra gulped, instantly feeling very guilty.

He was just trying to feed her well because her face looked so thin as to be malnourished. It also seemed that he was already very hungry, so it was indeed better to bring rice as the main source of energy.

Endra thought that maybe he could push himself a little. At least Endra hopes so.

Not Endra thought putting rice in the mouth was even enough to make Gista vomit endlessly.

It's incredibly severe, anyway.

"That's why, Ndra?"

"Why are you, how was it?" todong Juli, a bit misunderstood.

He thought that Endra and Gista had a fight, so Gista went berserk to tears in the bathroom.

Endra did not answer, looking for a medical journal on his bedroom shelf that could help.

How could he be like that? Clash is not there, the infection seems to be no—because it has been twenty days about him taking infectious drugs, no change at all—tumor symptoms are also no—if any, if any, there's no way three expert doctors can't know—and he's never even had the flu.

If he gives symptoms of flu, nasal congestion or at least sneezing, there is still a possibility of pain due to problems in the nose, but not really.

Troubled tongue, troubled smell, mentally troubled.

How is he not stressed? Just looking at the food she was traumatized.

It was as if he was tormented precisely because there was food. Though food is mandatory, must, must be faced by all humans from the end of the western hemisphere to the east of the world.

"Kang." Endra wrote down a number of brands of drugs on paper. "Please, Kang, go to this pharmacy."

Zaka accepts the prescription despite Endra's messy and hard-to-read writing. "What pain is the crab?"

"Serious problems like in nerves. Possibility of having to x-ray to be clear."

Endra checked the clock. It had started the night while the apothecary a short distance away from here closed at ten p.m.

"Also if you can, Kang, buy ginger, turmeric, just so. Cloves, lemongrass, everything. Same lime."

"There is a new morning, Sen." Juli chimed in as a woman. "Jude, I'm going along. We're going to the house that sells."

"Judek. Ask for help, Jul. That's kasian if you don't love anything. Can't eat."

In front of the door, Endra heard the sound of Gista's sobs from inside.

The heart of Endra .. grieved to hear it.

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Gista felt a little more sane after venting his emotions through crying. As soon as she came out and found Endra sitting by the door waiting for her, Gista felt her tantric was right.

Gista's existence becomes a burden for Endra.

“Teh, are you okay?”

Gista nodded with reddened eyes. “Sorry. I don't want to bother you, so don't care about me.”

All Gista needs now is a shady roof. So as long as he was allowed to stay here, Gista felt it was already kind enough.

It's best that he doesn't involve himself with an obscure Gista.

Or at least that's what Gista expected, not troublesome.

But Endra moved and smiled calmly. “Which mah I was wrong, Tea. Teteh already said I can not eat, even I fuss. I don't understand this.”

No one understands what it feels like, so Gista knows it.

“Drink sleeping pills first, Tea. Let's get some sleep. But once, Tea, huh? This malem is just.”

Sleeping pills, huh? It didn't seem wrong either than he cried until his head hurt even more.

Endra left her alone after making sure Gista took the medicine well. Because of taking drugs that stimulate his drowsiness, Gista felt a little calm and slept long enough.

Unfortunately, as soon as he woke up, Gista found herself with a fever.

He really felt like dying if every corner of him was just decorated with disease.

What the hell's wrong? What makes everything like this?

Gista knew complaining was not good. But, why? Why should the exam be like this?

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