Lin Xian coughed twice:
"I just... huh? Cough cough, my throat?"
He rubbed his throat, feeling like it wasn't his own voice.
"Ah, why is your voice hoarse."
CC jumped off the sofa and poured a glass of water to hand over to Lin Xian:
"Drink some water to soothe your throat."
Lin Xian took the glass and gulped it down:
"Looks like I really am having a sore throat."
He tested his voice, but it still hadn't recovered, remaining hoarse and broken:
"This sore throat feels terrible... every word I say breaks."
"Sore throat?"
CC asked in confusion:
"Your voice is hoarse, why do you say it's on fire? How can a throat catch fire."
"Not on fire, [sore throat]."
Lin Xian explained with a very uncomfortable voice:
"Sore throat... it's a saying in Chinese medicine; strictly speaking... not even Chinese medicine, but a Dragon Country saying, usually caused by food and weather... cough cough."
