novelFor the first time Xu Baohan Wanted to Crawl under the Bed
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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
But he could understand.
Who would want to stay in a place like the hospital? Even if An Lan stayed, she would only be able to spend the night in a chair or share a small hospital bed with him. His hospital bed was too squeezy. It would be good for An Lan to go back.
Xu Baohan looked out of the window, a crescent moon hung in the starry night sky.
He seemed to finally understand the true meaning of marriage. It was to rightfully be able keep someone by his side so that he could see her whenever he wanted.
At this moment, sounds of footsteps suddenly came from the door. He quickly turned around. It wasn't An Lan, but a nimble old lady. The moment she entered, she immediately slapped the old man beside her awake.
When the old man woke up, he said in a daze, "didn't I tell you not to come?"
"If I didn't come, you wouldn't even know how to wipe your face, and you wouldn't even know how to wash your feet. Do I not know you?" The old lady said as she went to the bathroom to get some water, passing by Xu Baohan."Eh, you have a new patient here. The young man is quite good looking, much better looking than my old man when he was young."
"No way, I was definitely better looking than him when I was young okay?" The old man retorted indignantly.
The old lady couldn't be bothered with him, so she grabbed a towel and threw it at the old man's face.
After the old man finished washing up, the old lady looked at Xu Baohan."Do you want me to pour you some water to wash your face? Are you here alone tonight? Where's your family? You're married, right? Didn't your wife come to take care of you?"
Xu Baohan's handsome face was a little unnatural. He wouldn't know if he wasn't hospitalized, but once he was, it was a little awkward to be alone.
"Why are you being so long-winded, " the old man said."He has a girlfriend, she's much prettier than you when you were younger."
"He's more handsome than you, obviously his girlfriend will be prettier than me." The old lady sneered at the old man.
Xu Baohan's heart warmed slightly. Although the two of them were bickering, he could tell that their relationship was good.
Suddenly, he felt a little envious. Perhaps this was the kind of relationship he wanted. Even when they were old, they could still be affectionate and take care of each other.
Would An Lan and him be like this when they are old? Would they ever have such a day.
Xu Baohan's thoughts ran wild.
Until the old lady said, "Young man, if there's nothing I can help you with, then I'll turn off the lights."
Xu Baohan was embarrassed for a moment before saying, "please help me pull the curtains."
The old man said, "Hurry up and give him the urinal under the bed."
The old lady came to a realization and took out the new urinal under his bed. She smiled and said, "I am old enough to be your mother, what's there to be embarrassed about?"
After she said that, she pulled the curtain and turned off the lights, but the dim light from the corridor shone in.
Xu Baohan had just stuffed the urinal under the blanket for a while when he heard footsteps coming from the door. He thought it was the doctor who was doing rounds but the footsteps came straight towards him.
He was a little flustered. He raised his head and saw An Lan walking towards his bed. She looked at him suspiciously."How long have you been awake?"
Xu Baohan: "... you, didn't you go back?"
"Since when did I go back?" An Lan was confused."I went to get your chest x-ray result. Su run told me to get it at this time. Why are you curled up like that and not lying down properly? The doctor said you can't move around today."
Xu Baohan: "..."
The old lady who was sharing the bed with the old man smiled."The young man is using the urinal."
An Lan's mouth was wide open in shock.
This was the first time Xu Baohan wished he could crawl under the bed.
This was the most awkward moment in her life. Luckily, the lights were turned off and she could not see his embarrassed expression.
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