Deirdre quickly understood his meaning, and her ears turned red. It turned out that Brendan wanted to go to the toilet… That made sense. It had been so long.

"How am I supposed to look for a man in the middle of the night? Not all the doctors on duty are free, and you are an adult man, so a man can't move you alone," Deirdre said, feeling a little guilty. "I'll help you go find the bedpan. You just have to make do with it."

Brendan's brows furrowed. "You're asking me to use that kind of thing?"

"What's wrong with that kind of thing?" Deirdre was upset. "Your legs are already like this, so why do you still have a sense of superiority? You should be grateful that you can even use a bedpan."

Brendan was at a loss for words. Why had this woman become so sassy after four years? Her words were all direct jabs at him.

"I can't get it up now."

Deirdre was stunned for a moment, and then it suddenly dawned on her that Brendan was impotent now. So things were different now. He had to find t