Unlike the spirited Zhao Yan, many in the Prefecture Office had come down with the flu. While eating his steamed bun, Zhao Yan heard five bailiffs coughing and three others blowing their noses. The cacophony made his meal instantly lose its appeal.
Still, he had to eat. Zhao Yan finished the last bun in a few quick bites and wiped his hands with a handkerchief.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Chapter 460