Luo Qiangwei hurriedly placed the hot water kettle on the chair beside her, leaning one hand against the wall and bending over, waiting for the acute pain to pass.
She had always suffered from chronic gastritis, and coupled with the chilling wind and not eating anything from last night until now… She guessed she was having an episode.
Biting her lip, she lowered her head, her hand clenched into a fist and pressed tightly against her stomach.
She had always been afraid of pain. In just a few minutes, fine beads of sweat had already formed on her delicate nose tip.
Soft groans of pain escaped from her nose. Luo Qiangwei tried her best to endure, even considering going to the Outpatient Department to get some painkillers. She didn't have the time or energy to deal with it slowly…
However, as soon as this thought came to mind, her arm was suddenly pulled, and immediately after, she was enveloped in a large hand, "What's wrong?"
