I peeked out from under the covers, confused, and glanced at the ward door.
It was Hannah again, but this time she had two lunch boxes with her.
I checked the time on my phone. It was exactly five in the evening, dinner time.
But shouldn't she be at the urology hospital working right now?
"Why are you here again?" I asked, puzzled.
Hannah shook the lunch boxes a bit and said, "What do you think? I brought you some food. You're a patient now, gotta keep up your nutrition."
She put the lunch boxes on my bedside table, opened the top one, and handed it to me.
After giving me the utensils, she opened the other lunch box and sat on the edge of my bed to eat with me.
It smelled pretty good, so I asked, "Did you make this?"
"No way. I bought it from outside," Hannah replied, eating quickly.
Only then did I notice she wasn't in her white coat but in her casual clothes—a white shirt, black trousers, and white canvas shoes.
Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, looking different from how I usually saw her. This gave me the sense of being with a close friend.
"After you finish eating, are you heading back to the urology hospital?" I asked.
"Yeah, there's a patient there I need to check on," she said without looking up.
Just one patient, that must be Ryan.
"It's okay. Take your time eating," I muttered.
Hannah raised an eyebrow at me. "Not okay at all. What if I got the patient's complaints? Are you gonna cover my docked pay?"
"Don't worry, you won't get any complaints," I assured her.
"Why are you so sure?" she asked.
"Because I'm your last patient," I replied.
She exclaimed, "How is that possible? I can see the patient info here, and it's definitely not yours."
"I made the appointment for my brother, and I've told you about his situation," I explained.
Hannah took a few more bites, then put down her utensils and looked at me seriously, "Have you given up on that woman?"
I knew she meant Scarlett.
"Of course not. I'm just sure he won't be easy to cure, so I promise, before you cure him, I'll be able to get his wife."
Actually, my confidence came from Scarlett.
She had agreed to sleep with me, so I believed that no matter if Ryan's condition could be cured, she would still sleep with me.
She asserted proudly, "Don't you trust my medical skills? Let me tell you, every patient I've treated has been cured within a month."
This left me unsure of what to say.
"Well, if the sexual function is weak, even if you cure his infertility, will his sexual function improve?" I asked, concerned.
"It depends. If infertility is caused by weak sexual function, then his sexual function needs to be improved," she explained patiently.
"But if the weak sexual function is natural and doesn't affect infertility, then only infertility can be treated," she added.
"That's fine. My brother has a naturally weak sexual function," I said, feeling relieved.
Back at the orphanage, to save on water and electricity, they encouraged us boys to shower together.
Since I was the youngest and Ryan was the weakest, the other kids didn't want to shower with us.
So, it was just Ryan and me. At first, Ryan's penis was bigger than mine, but eventually, mine caught up and even surpassed his.
As I got stronger, the other kids were more willing to shower with me.
We'd compare who had the biggest penis and who could pee the farthest.
That was when I realized mine was the biggest and I could pee the farthest.
Sometimes, I'd still shower with Ryan alone because I didn't want him to feel lonely.
Compared to the other boys, Ryan's penis was the smallest, and he couldn't pee very far.
From then on, I figured he was just naturally small down there.
I doubted a small penis could ever have strong sexual function.
"Don't jump to conclusions. We need a proper examination to know for sure," Hannah reminded me.
By now, we had finished dinner, and Hannah got up to clean up, tossing the utensils in the trash before getting ready to leave.
I grabbed her hand, pulling her into my arms, her upper body almost leaning against me.
Her cheeks flushed as she pressed her palm against my chest, breathing heavily. "You're a patient, don't mess around!"
"Don't worry, just a little cold, won't stop me from making you climax," I said, starting to unbutton her blouse.
She quickly grabbed her collar, stopping me, her eyes moist as she shook her head slightly.
"I'll be quick, help me relieve the heat and hardness," I said eagerly.
"No, this is a hospital, someone could come in at any time," she refused, wriggling.
"You locked the door. Who's gonna come in?" I reminded her.
Her cheeks turned red again.
I realized she had intentionally locked the door. Maybe she wanted to have sex with me here?
Now that I figured it out, she felt embarrassed.
I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "It's okay. Just be honest in front of me, and I'll satisfy you."
Then, I reached for her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants.
Hannah obediently sat on my lap, letting me take off her pants and clothes.
After I unbuttoned her shirt, she reached behind and unhooked her bra.
It seemed her husband was busy with work and hadn't had sex with her for days.
I propped her up under her armpits, holding her on my lap. She sat on my lower abdomen, her legs bent and resting on either side of my body.