Helpless, I Couldn't Take the Stomachache Anymore

Last night, I only slept three hours again, which was a little better than the hour and a half the night before.

My stomach started hurting again in the middle of the night today, and it still hadn't stopped. I couldn't even stay up late to write.

It was a dry ache, and I didn't feel like going to the bathroom. Earlier, I braved the freezing wind outside for a trip and nearly froze to death, only to squat there for nothing...

When would this end? It had been over half a month.

My resistance had gotten even worse. I was practically a target for everyone—no, for every illness...