Qu Chaozong's response was to shift his gaze away expressionlessly.
He pulled out a urinal from under the bed, tore open the packaging, intending to help Zhang Zhao relieve himself.
Zhang Zhao, after being fussed over like this, his pale face was flushed red, and upon seeing him about to help him urinate, even his neck turned red.
"No need!" Zhang Zhao weakly refused, his voice hoarse like scraping metal across the ground.
Qu Chaozong asked, "Are you sure?"
After being on IV fluids for such a long time post-surgery, Zhang Zhao really wanted to go to the bathroom, but with the choice between holding it in and being helped to urinate by a stranger, he chose the former without hesitation.
Qu Chaozong laughed coldly, "Alright then. Anyway, your sister doesn't seem reliable, and I need to leave soon. If you can really hold it in all afternoon, that's great; if not, just pee on the bed then. At least you're covered with a blanket, so the smell won't spread out immediately."
