"It hurts... Ah... It's so painful..."
A burst of cries of pain echoed through the hall.
Everyone looked over.
Then they saw, in the middle of the crowd on a meditation cushion, a woman in her forties, her face pale as she clutched her stomach, continuously crying out in pain, her expression thoroughly revealing her agony.
"Sister Li, what's wrong with you?"
"It must be Sister Li's stomach ailment acting up again!"
"Where's Sister Li's medicine? Hurry up and give her some medicine!"
A few people beside Sister Li were startled, all showing signs of panic.
Because Sister Li's current state was too frightening—the pain had rendered her face an extremely pale white, and her lips were even slightly turning blue. Her eyebrows were all knitted together, her face covered in cold sweat as if she had just washed her face!
"I, I... ran out of medicine..." Sister Li, enduring the pain, then said haltingly.