His wife's soft and fragrant body pressed against his chest. Her unique, faint scent wafted over his face, instantly making the smell of disinfectant in the room less unpleasant.
Qin Yuhe raised his arms to embrace her, burying his face in her neck. Their warm body temperatures mingled and transferred to one another.
"I'm still alive. Don't rush to mourn me just yet."
"Don't say such unlucky things, knock on wood."
Song Xinya straightened up and swatted his shoulder.
Qin Yuhe fell back. "You hurt me."
Song Xinya immediately tensed up. "I'm sorry, I really didn't use any force just now. Oh, I forgot you're a patient, I shouldn't have hit you."
Qin Yuhe curled his lips into a smile. "I lied. I'm just teasing you."
Song Xinya: "You..."
"I'm fine."
After being teased by him like this, all of Song Xinya's tearful emotions vanished, and her mood brightened up.
She studied his face. His color had returned, no longer looking as pale and fragile as before.
His features were deep and his eyes were clear, not looking like he had just woken up.
Song Xinya: "How long have you been awake?"
Qin Yuhe: "For a little while."
To be exact, he had been awake for an hour.
Song Xinya: "Why didn't you wake me up when you woke up?"
Qin Yuhe: "You looked very tired. I wanted to let you sleep a little longer."
Later, his arm got too numb, so he moved slightly. He didn't expect that it would wake her.
Song Xinya: "Did you just lie here doing nothing for an hour?"
Qin Yuhe: "Not exactly nothing. I admired the ceiling for an hour."
Song Xinya couldn't help but laugh. He had returned to his usual humorous and witty self. It was so good.
She reminded him, "The doctor said you can't be discharged yet. You need to rest quietly for a while."
Qin Yuhe: "How much longer do I have to stay in the hospital?"
Song Xinya: "At least seven days."
Having to stay in the dull and boring hospital for another seven days, Qin Yuhe said, "Boring."
Song Xinya: "I will stay with you these seven days."
Qin Yuhe: "Not boring anymore."
He moved his legs, trying to sit up in bed.
Song Xinya leaned over him, slipping her hands past his waist to hug him tightly, and pulled upward to help him sit up.
Caught off guard, her full breasts pressed against his chest. Qin Yuhe's body stiffened for a moment.
He had wanted to say he didn't need help, but he didn't.
Song Xinya helped Qin Yuhe sit up and thoughtfully tucked a pillow behind his back.
Qin Yuhe moved his legs again, feeling a distinct discomfort in his nether regions.
Actually, he had felt it just a moment ago.
The discomfort was so prominent that it was hard to ignore.
Thinking back, he remembered that he hadn't injured his vital parts. Why was the discomfort so intense?
Song Xinya saw his expression change and, looking nervous, asked, "What's wrong?"
Qin Yuhe suddenly threw back the blanket and glanced between his legs.
Immediately after, he let out a long breath. "I'm fine."
Song Xinya seemed to understand and said, "Because you were in a coma, the nurse put in a urinary catheter."
Inserting a catheter into a man meant going through the small opening of the urethra.
The first thing Qin Yuhe thought of wasn't the pain, but rather: "A female nurse did it?"
Song Xinya: "A male nurse."
The breath Qin Yuhe let out this time was even longer than the last. "Mm."
Song Xinya: "Many men want female nurses to do it for them."
Qin Yuhe: "Are they perverts?"
Song Xinya: "Because female nurses are gentler and have a softer touch."
She asked him, "Don't you want that?"
Qin Yuhe: "I want you to do it for me."
Song Xinya's face flushed a beautiful red, her white teeth biting her lip. "I don't know how."
Qin Yuhe: "So this good privilege went to a male nurse."
Song Xinya pursed her lips and smiled, thinking to herself that he was quite narcissistic, acting as if touching his private parts was some great honor.
Qin Yuhe's hands were completely wrapped in bandages, making it inconvenient to move, so he said, "Help me press the call bell. I'm awake now, so this catheter can be taken out."
Song Xinya reached out and pressed the call bell.
A male nurse walked in, lifted the blanket, and prepared to remove Qin Yuhe's catheter.
Song Xinya stood by the bed the whole time.
Qin Yuhe looked at her. "Mrs. Qin, you're watching so intently. Are you thinking of changing careers to become a nurse?"
As a man, looking like this was somewhat embarrassing, and Qin Yuhe didn't want her to see.
Song Xinya turned around, her back to him, and whispered, "I was watching so intently because I wanted to lend a hand and help."
Qin Yuhe thought to himself, if you really put your hand on it, this catheter will never come out.
Song Xinya didn't tell him that while he was in his coma, she had watched the entire process when the catheter was inserted.
From behind came subtle movements and the sound of two men talking.
Male nurse: "Bear with it, I'll be gentle."
Qin Yuhe: "Mm."
Male nurse: "It will hurt a little, but it'll be fine once you get used to it."
Qin Yuhe: "Mm."
Male nurse: "If it hurts too much, tell me."
Qin Yuhe: "Mm."
Listening to this conversation, Song Xinya felt it sounded incredibly familiar.
Her ears suddenly grew red and hot.
Whenever she and Qin Yuhe were intimate, a conversation exactly like this would occur.
Only, every time, she was the one going "Mm, mm, mm."
Male nurse: "Hold on a little longer. It will be over very soon."
Qin Yuhe scoffed, "You're just pulling out a catheter. People might think you're doing something else to me."
The male nurse didn't dare say another word. With a forceful tug, he pulled the catheter out all at once.
The sharp sting of it made the veins on Qin Yuhe's forehead throb.
Male nurse: "How was that? Did I use too much force?"
Qin Yuhe: "Hurry up and leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from hitting you."
The male nurse ran out of the room, catheter in hand.
Song Xinya: "Can I turn around now?"
Qin Yuhe: "You can."
Song Xinya turned around and saw that one of Qin Yuhe's legs was covered by the blanket. For the other leg, his thigh and waist were covered, but his calf was exposed, long, straight, and possessing a man's lean strength.
The blue and white striped hospital pants were resting on the edge of the bed.
Song Xinya: "Why aren't you wearing your pants?"
Qin Yuhe: "I scolded the male nurse away, so there's no one to help me put them on."
Song Xinya walked over. "I'll help you put them on."
Qin Yuhe: "Okay."
Song Xinya lifted the blanket, her face blushing even harder.
Qin Yuhe: "What's wrong? It's not the first time you've seen it, what are you shy about?"
Song Xinya's face grew even hotter, her red lips parting. "Can you please stop talking?"
Qin Yuhe raised his arms, pulling her soft figure into his embrace. "No, I like seeing you blush."
