Ghost Gallbladder Attack Novels & Stories

"What?" "What does that mean?" Claudia wasn't the only one who was confused by Woody's words. Even a professional doctor like Istvan was equally lost. Istvan was a surgeon who specialized in modern medicine. So, he naturally couldn't understand what Woody was talking about. "There's something wrong with the patient's soul, which caused a leak of his spiritual energy. It manifested as a dull pain in his right rib," Woody patiently explained. Istvan instantly argued back and said, "But Mr. George has yellowing skin, nausea, vomiting episodes, and lethargy. These are all the symptoms of gallbladder disease."

I replied, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort at her words. Suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through my lower belly, catching me completely off guard. Before I could even process what was happening, another wave of agony crashed over me, causing me to cry out and clutch my stomach. Natalia's widening eyes reflected my own fear as she rushed to my side, her hands reaching out in a futile attempt to ease my suffering.

The worries and anxieties that had plagued my mind began to fade, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and confidence in the journey ahead. As I savored the last sip of the herbal concoction, a sudden pain surged through my stomach, causing me to gasp in surprise. The tranquil moment shattered, and I instinctively clutched my abdomen, hoping to alleviate the discomfort. Moira's concerned gaze met mine, her eyes filled with worry. "Are you alright, Rose? What happened?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I... I'm not sure. It's a sharp pain in my stomach," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. Fear crept into my heart, threatening

I groan out loud and make to move my head. I shift my shoulders and roll, coughing once more, bringing up water and phlegm, and the metallic taste of blood that follows makes me gag. I have intense hunger pangs and all-over body aches. My belly is aching and cold with the damp surface I seem to be lying face down on, also bumpy and textured, and yet it helps bring back sensation to the heavy body I couldn’t feel a moment ago.

Anathea felt as if an invisible hand was tightening around her heart, making it hard to breathe. Only now did she realize that, apart from a few of her features, Xander was just like Gregory. They were both cold and indifferent. Anathea's eyes burned with a stinging ache before the world around her spun. Then, everything went black. She passed out from the pain. In the end, it was Jenny who called an ambulance and got Anathea to the hospital. … When Anathea woke up, the sharp scent of antiseptic filled her nose. "Acute gastritis caused by stomach dysfunction." The doctor delivered the diagnosis and reminded her to watch her diet and avoid overthinking.

Madeleine and Kanasan immediately went to help hold her down. The four of them held Belina tightly. But her body continued to twitch, and her mouth kept on taking deep breaths. “Ah! Ah! It hurts so much!” Soon, a warm eyeball appeared in Gardner’s palm. The eyeball was still bleeding, and when he looked at Belina, the opened eyelid couldn’t close anymore. It looked like a pitch-black hole. Streams of blood flowed down from the corner of her eye. It was even more terrifying than the female ghosts in horror movies.

I had to hang on. I had been sitting there for two days in filth. The air was thick, heavy. The tension, hunger, fear—crushing. My vision blurred. My chest constricted. And then, a searing, burning pain knifed through my belly. My belly contorted with convulsions, and my world reeled around me.Something was horribly wrong. I gasped for air, clutching my stomach as my body collapsed to the side. My gasps were spasmodic, ragged. A dark, terrifying nothingness closed in around me. And then. I was totally blind.

But sometimes, I didn’t even eat the food I bought because I got too focused on my work. I suddenly woke up due to a sharp pain in my stomach. It felt like my stomach was twisting, and along with it, I could feel it being pierced. I had just finished a meal, and I was sure it was really my stomach. I’ve had attacks like this before, especially when I skip meals too often. I couldn’t help but groan in pain. A few moments later, there was a knock on my door. “Zette?” came Casey’s voice. I couldn’t answer because of the pain; all you could hear was my groaning.

Just when I think she’s calming down, it starts all over again and I feel like I’m going to shatter into a thousand pieces. “Fine, well, that's everything.” Low growls as he pushes out of his chair. I look up and open my mouth to demand to know about Elle when pain like I’ve never felt before hits me hard. My stomach feels like someone has slammed a brick into it. I double over and cry out without thinking about my Beta seeing me acting weak; I can do nothing but try to figure out where the pain is coming from. “Fuck.” I groan when my stomach muscles start to spasm, like something inside of me is trying to escape. I look down and lift my hands off my stomach to see the skin completely unblem

Indeed, Mark was looking pale and appeared unsightly. “Sir.” Harry called out softly as he helped him out of the meeting room. The pain in his stomach was grueling; he couldn’t even find the strength to stand up. “Take me to the hospital,” Mark exclaimed. His stomach felt very painful, and it hurt inexplicably whenever he took a deep breath. As he hugged his abdomen, he presumed it was cholera. Although the weather was cold, he was sweating profusely, his lips purplish, his limbs convulsing.