Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Uncle Zhong noticed that Fu Zhengting wasn't eating the porridge and was even frowning, so he asked in confusion, "What's wrong, A-Shen?"

He now treats Fu Zhengting like a son, without the boss-subordinate relationship, and calling him Ah Shen makes him feel closer to him.

Fu Zhengting opened his mouth slightly, but found it difficult to speak.

There is more than one elderly person here.

He looked towards the doorway and watched as Wen Kerou was pushed in by the driver.

Now that a woman has arrived, he finds it even more difficult to speak.

Uncle Zhong carefully examined Fu Zhengting once.

His head was still wrapped up, but his facial features weren't covered, and you could tell from his expression that he was very awkward and uncomfortable.

He quickly came to a guess.

Knowing what Fu Zhengting was being awkward about, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Ah Shen, do you need to go to the restroom?"

Fu Zhengting was shocked once again.

This old man really understands him.

He nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Uncle Zhong smiled.

I felt both amused and guilty.

I can't believe I only thought of such an important question now.

When Fu Zhengting was transferred to the ward, we were worried that he might be uncomfortable because he was a germaphobe. So we asked the nurse, and she agreed to temporarily remove the catheter.

If he and Anan take care of him closely, it's fine even without a catheter.

Different female patients need to squat down, while men can stand, which is relatively convenient.

The main reason is that Fu Zhengting is a germaphobe. He can't take a bath because he's injured, so he definitely can't accept not being able to take a urination or defecation himself.

He thought that if it was inconvenient, he could ask the nurse to reinstall it.

Uncle Zhong glared at Anan, who was trying to eavesdrop, and said, "Anan, are you trying to suffocate your boss?"

Anan paused for a few seconds before realizing his oversight.

Before leaving the hospital that night, Uncle Zhong repeatedly told him that the first thing to do when Fu Zhengting woke up was to ask him if he wanted to go to the bathroom.

He patted his head in remorse, admitting his mistake, "I deserve to die, it's all my fault for being so careless."

Protecting people is his forte, but taking care of them is not.

Although Uncle Zhong was a little angry, he could understand. Anan was still young and hadn't been in a relationship much. He wasn't attentive enough and had no experience in taking care of people.

Unlike him, who is quite old and has seen many ups and downs, and most importantly, who understands Fu Zhengting the most.

Ah Nan leaned down and smiled brightly at Fu Zhengting, "Boss, I'll help you take care of this now."

He stood by the hospital bed, and Uncle Zhong moved the table aside and stood at the head of the bed for easier operation.

Both of them were very afraid of touching Fu Zhengting's head, so they were extremely careful with their movements.

While supporting him, Uncle Zhong told Fu Zhengting to speak up immediately if he felt unwell.

If two people can help you get out of bed, then you won't need a catheter.

This is a very uncomfortable thing for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The reason he decided to have the nurse remove the catheter was because when Fu Zhengting was eighteen, Fu Zhenlong had just assigned him to take care of him, and he had been in a car accident and injured his leg.

If you injure your head, you can still get out of bed with difficulty, but if you injure your leg, you really can't get out of bed at all.

I had to spend the entire two weeks lying in a hospital bed.

At that time, Fu Zhengting was in his adolescence, the age when he was most prone to feeling embarrassed.

Every time the nurse came in to examine him, he looked so awkward that it seemed like he'd rather die than bang his head against a wall.

I feel embarrassed, but my obsession with cleanliness is also a factor.

This was a double torment for Fu Zhengting.

At that time, Fu Zhenlong was busy traveling around on business, and Xiao Hailan was too lazy to care about Fu Zhengting's life or death.

Fu Ziliu was still young and had to go to school. At that time, Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu were also getting old and could only visit Fu Zhengting during the day. They couldn't accompany and take care of him all the time. Arranging a nurse was not an option, but they were afraid that Fu Zhengting wouldn't be able to adapt. So they could only arrange for him, the driver, to take care of him.

It was because of that time he took care of Fu Zhengting that his relationship with Fu Zhengting became much closer.

Every time he saw Fu Zhengting alone in the hospital, lost in thought, he felt sorry for him.

It was from that time that I started to treat Fu Zhengting as my son.

This care has lasted for so many years.

Looking back on the past, he felt particularly emotional.

With the help of the two, Fu Zhengting landed safely.

The two of them each held onto one side, supporting each other tightly.

Fu Zhengting felt a little dizzy.

The pain and hunger left me feeling completely weak.

However, in order to avoid having a catheter inserted, he still needs to get out of bed and walk around.

Small bowel movements are barely acceptable, but large bowel movements would be even worse if they had to be done in the hospital bed.

We might as well kill him.

I can't imagine that smelly environment.

Fear ignited a great deal of energy within him, and he strode toward the restroom.

Uncle Zhong kept repeating "Be careful, be careful" all the way.

Wen Kerou watched the scene with a tender feeling, yet also with a strange sense of absurdity.

Fu Zhengting's head was wrapped in a white cloth. Perhaps because the wound was too painful, his neck was stiff and his whole body looked very rigid.

It's like someone who's been acupunctured; they walk like a robot.

Uncle Zhong and Ah Nan were especially careful and cautious as they supported the person, fearing that something might happen.

Being injured and hospitalized is a very troublesome thing.

Taking care of patients requires a lot of patience, and dealing with excrement and urine is particularly troublesome.

She met an older woman while doing volunteer work. The woman had been taking care of her husband, who had been paralyzed in bed for many years, and had become extremely haggard from the stress.

What's truly tormenting is the psychological distress.

Day after day, it goes on and on, with no end in sight.

If it were her, and Fu Zhengting were paralyzed, she didn't know if she would have the patience to take care of him forever.

Fortunately, Fu Zhengting was not paralyzed this time!

It's a miracle that he can still get out of bed like this.

She was still wondering whether she should stay at the hospital to take care of Fu Zhengting, since she couldn't even stand up herself.

She glanced at the insulated food container that Uncle Zhong had placed on the table; she could feed Fu Zhengting porridge there.

Deep down, she was itching to take care of Fu Zhengting.

Perhaps Mu Tiantian would resent her if she knew her feelings, but her love for Fu Zhengting had not been completely extinguished, and she still wanted to fight for her love.

As Fu Zhengting was being helped to the bathroom door, he noticed that Wen Kerou was staring at him. He glanced at her and saw that she was indeed looking at him.

His expression became even more awkward.

Wen Kerou saw through Fu Zhengting's awkwardness and couldn't help but laugh.

In the past, Fu Zhengting's established image for her was that of someone who was somewhat aloof and composed.

Now, having lost his memory, Fu Zhengting is a bit goofy and cute, with a childlike quality about him.

She took out her phone from her coat pocket and pretended to browse it.

Fu Zhengting was no longer so awkward.

Uncle Zhong and Anan exchanged a smile.

Fu Zhengting noticed that the two people were laughing, but he didn't know what they were laughing at. He figured they were probably laughing at him.

He was a little annoyed and urged impatiently, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help me inside!"

He's about to burst!

If it weren't for the fact that there was a woman in the ward, he really would have wet his pants.