Xia Ruya was curled up in a small, dark room that was less than 20 square meters in size. There was only a single bed and some miscellaneous daily necessities, making it look cramped, dirty, and messy. The room reeked of dampness and decay, which was almost nauseating.
She had not gone out to stand on the streets for three days.
She didn't know if it was because of the deterioration of her pelvic inflammation, but during this period of time, she had repeatedly suffered from low fever, often accompanied by shivers. Her whole body was weak and weak, and she almost couldn't support her usual physical activities. She had been in the room since three days ago, and she had been drowsy and sleepy all day.
Rashes and itchiness had also appeared on her body.
Her entire body was covered in scars from her sharp nails, but it still couldn't stop the itchy pain.
She wanted to see a doctor, but she had no money.
