Just then, Zhao Rong suddenly felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his stomach. Only a moment ago, he had been full of life and smiling, but now he was clutching his belly and writhing on the deck of the boat. "Damn it, how could I be so unlucky?" he shouted. "This is killing me!"
Seeing Zhao Rong rolling around in pain, his assistant asked in confusion, "Zhao Rong, what's wrong? If your stomach hurts, you might feel better if you find a place to relieve yourself…"
Lili pulled a box of stomach medicine from her pocket and offered it to him. "Zhao Rong, it looks like your digestion has stalled. Here, take one of these pills. It should help with the pain…"
Yu Lan produced a painkiller and a bottle of mineral water. "Zhao Rong, I think you might have been poisoned! Why else would you be in such intense pain? Quickly, take a painkiller. It will at least make you less miserable…"
