He clenched his teeth, initially planning to throw away the bottle, but for some reason, he suddenly gave up on the idea.
After all, he had spent money on them, so he put the bottle of painkillers into his pants pocket.
He glanced sideways at the journalist, as if to tell him that he could endure it.
The journalist just smiled back. He had checked the data; indeed, there were only a few who could recover from painkiller addiction.
At this moment, Ogre was already beyond caring about those things. He began to fight against the pain continuously emanating from his body.
Even breathing made him feel the pain caused by the friction between his lung lobes and other parts of his body, so clear!
He began to sweat, he merely made a fist, and the stabbing pain that instantly generated in his palm joints made him tremble and open his hand, not daring to exert more force!
He could clearly feel the pain caused by the friction between bones, it hurt so much!
