It occurred to her that the last warming patch was used up last month.
Frowning, as the pain intensified, her complexion grew even paler.
She clutched her stomach and sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to alleviate the discomfort by staying still.
But the indescribable swelling pain grew more severe, causing her whole body to bend over the bed, seemingly in too much pain to stand up.
"It hurts so much..."
Previously, the pain would greatly diminish by sticking on a warming patch, but now it was all used up.
Not knowing how to relieve the pain, after a moment, Feng Jinglei simply lay down on the bed, curling her body like a shrimp, quietly lying on her side, motionless.
She thought this might lessen the pain, but it did not; instead, it intensified.
No way, she had to get a servant to buy a warming patch for her, otherwise, she felt she would be painfully alive!
Perhaps a bit exaggerated, but for Feng Jinglei at that moment, she truly just wanted to stop the pain.
