Chapter 228 He Teng’s Request 8_1
He Teng gently lifted his hand and placed it on He Zhilan’s head as she lay on the hospital bed, watching him. It didn’t take much effort for him to lay his big palm on her head, and softly play with her soft hair, "I’m glad you’re happy."
The hospital at night is undoubtedly a uniquely quiet place. Barring any emergencies, the nurses on duty don’t scurry around aimlessly, and there are hardly any footsteps echoing through the halls.
He Teng couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. If it weren’t for his injury, he would love nothing more than to hold his radiant, smiling wife in his arms.
Yes, seeing her smile made him happy. Gazing at her joyful face made him feel that it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Indeed, it was the smile of his wife, Zhilan.
Unfortunately, he was just an injured man who, aside from moving his head a bit, struggled to even lift a hand. Even worse, he needed assistance for even the most basic physiological needs.
"Zhilan, could you grab something from beneath the bed and then step outside for a bit?" He Teng had already retracted his hand when he made this request, even avoiding to look at He Zhilan. His voice was so soft that she might not have heard him had she not been sitting so close.
He Zhilan responded with a sound of acknowledgement, albeit confused, then bent over to look under the bed. When she saw the item there, she burst into laughter — it was a bedpan!
She was familiar with this kind of item. Although He Zhilan’s father didn’t use one, it was still a common sight in many rural homes.