After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

He Ze hesitated for a long time before finally stammering out what happened last night.

Tang Yiran drove him to the hospital, first to the emergency room.

When they arrived, his ankle was already swollen, like a dough ball that had been fermenting.

The emergency room doctor glanced at it, then squeezed it, and said it was too serious and they had to call an orthopedic doctor.

The two waited for about twenty minutes when a middle-aged, slightly overweight man with thinning hair, wearing a white coat, hurried over.

After a few glances and another X-ray, it was finally confirmed to be an avulsion fracture of the ankle.

The good news is that a comminuted fracture has been ruled out, so surgery is not needed. The bad news is that a cast will be required and will take six to eight weeks to remove.

After all that fuss in the department and getting the cast applied, it was already past midnight.

When He Ze arrived at the inpatient department, he originally planned to find a caregiver to take care of him, but he couldn't find a suitable caregiver at this time. Could it be because it was the peak season for the winter flu?

Having no other option, he called Fu Cheng, but no one answered after several attempts.

At this moment, feeling guilty, Tang Yiran volunteered to stay and take care of the child.

At first, everything was calm. He Ze was lying in bed, and Tang Yiran was sitting on a chair next to him, occasionally pouring him a glass of water or handing him something.

The two even chatted for a while.

Since Lu Shiyi counseled Tang Yi last time, she has become less prejudiced against He Ze. The two are now cooperating with each other, benefiting each other, and their cooperation is going quite well.

Therefore, the two talkative people inevitably started chatting. It was late at night, and they were in a hospital ward. Before they felt sleepy, they could only pass the time by chatting.

However, when nature calls, sometimes it really catches you off guard.

As He Ze was speaking eloquently, he suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

One of his legs was still hanging up.

So he pressed the call button by the bed to call the nurse for help.

Although nurses are most likely women, he felt that it was better than Tang Yiran directly helping him.

At this stage, there's absolutely no way he'd let this girl help him with something like this.

However, the reality left him somewhat disheartened.

He called out for a long time but no one answered. He didn't know if the nurses at the nurses' station had overslept or were busy.

The key thing is, he's really anxious, getting more and more anxious, and the more anxious he gets, the more anxious he becomes.

Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, he turned to Tang Yiran for help.

"I need to use the restroom."

"Shall I go and call a nurse for you?"

"But I couldn't hold back any longer."

Sigh, it's all because I talked too much during the chat and kept drinking water, one cup after another, and now...

Tang Yiran saw that he was really anxious. She looked around the ward and finally saw a urinal.

She steeled herself, walked over, and took it.

"Use this."

He Ze's lips twitched when he saw it. "No, no way, I've never used this thing before in my life."

"Don't expect me to help you to the bathroom to take care of it."

He was queuing while she was supporting him from the side—how awkward!

Tang Yiran shoved the urinal into his hand. "Why are you dawdling like that, you grown man? Why don't you just wet the bed?"

He Ze: "..."

Reluctantly, I had no choice but to accept it.

Tang Yiran went to the door to keep watch for him, just in case a doctor or nurse suddenly came in and saw them, it would be so embarrassing.

Although the chances are slim, after all, it's the middle of the night, and He Ze had been calling for a long time but no one came.

But what if that happens? Besides, she has to avoid it anyway.

Tang Yiran turned her back, stood at the door, raised her head, and looked out through the glass in the door.

Soon after, the clear sound of running water could be heard inside the room.

Suddenly, she saw a female nurse walking straight toward the ward door.

It seems that He Ze called earlier, but the nurse was busy with other things and only started coming over now.

In her haste, Tang Yiran noticed the commotion inside had stopped and instinctively turned to remind He Ze, "He Ze, the nurse is coming..."

"what……"

The two people inside the room were both startled.

At this moment, He Ze was holding a urinal in one hand and... well, he hadn't had time to pull up his pants yet.

Tang Yiran quickly turned around, almost bumping her head on the door.

Seeing the nurse approach, she opened the door a crack and stammered, "Hello, bed number six, no, I don't need any help."

Seeing that Tang Yiran's face was flushed and hot, the nurse asked with concern, "Do you have a fever? Should we have a doctor come and take a look at you?"

"No, no need, I'm fine."

After saying that, she quickly closed the door.

Then, he propped himself up on his arms and leaned against the door, not daring to turn around for a long time.

What a tragedy! Now her mind is filled with the images she just saw.

Sigh, if you're going to give a reminder, why did you have to turn around? Tang Yiran is so regretful now.

He Ze was in no better shape at this time.

He was even more embarrassed than Tang Yiran; he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Not only was he seen there, but he was also seen when he needed to use the restroom.

He wished he could hide under the covers and cry for three days and three nights.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Yiran walked back to the bedside from the door and sat down.

The entire ward was filled with awkward silence; neither of them looked at the other.

"I'm suddenly feeling sleepy, I'm going to sleep now."

"Yeah, I'll take a nap too."

……

"Pfft..."

Fu Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You little brat, you've finally met your match, haha..."

He Ze became even more agitated and depressed when he brought up the sad past again. "Old Fu, do you have any conscience? If you hadn't stopped answering my calls, I wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation. I won't be able to hold my head up in front of Tang Yiran anymore."

"You have so little confidence in yourself?"

He Ze turned to look at Fu Cheng in surprise, "You...I...this..."

How is he going to explain this to himself?

After a while, He Ze mechanically changed the subject.

The key point is that he really doesn't want to continue this now. The fig leaf should be properly covered. Being able to uncover it and let Lao Fu know is already his limit.

He Ze asked, "How was the surprise you and your sister-in-law prepared last night?"

Actually, Fu Cheng didn't need to answer; he already knew the answer.

With so many unanswered calls last night, Old Fu must have had a good time.

Therefore, after asking the question, He Ze stared intently at Fu Cheng's handsome face, observing his reaction. He saw that Fu Cheng was initially happy and cheerful, but then slowly became dejected.

"Lu Shiyi said that my skills need improvement..."

"What?"

"a ha ha ha……"

Upon hearing this, He Ze laughed even more exaggeratedly than Fu Cheng had just done. He clutched his stomach, unable to stop laughing, and tears streamed down his face.

If it weren't for the fact that one leg was in a sling, he would have laughed so hard he would have rolled around on the ground.

"My sister-in-law is so blunt?? Hahaha, that's hilarious..."

Fu Cheng was so angry that he slapped He Ze's cast leg. Of course, he controlled the force, but it still hurt so much that He Ze grimaced.

"Ouch, my leg is still injured."

Fu Cheng glared at him.

He Ze knew that Lao Fu wasn't telling him this to make him laugh; the boss was seeking his opinion.

Although he doesn't have much experience, it's still possible to offer some comfort.

"Old Fu, this is the first time you've had sex in thirty years, so it's normal that your technique is still a bit clumsy. If you were more experienced, that would be a problem. Your sister-in-law is just praising you indirectly."

Fu Cheng: "..."