"You've changed completely?" Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed.
"Yeah, he used to have a good appetite, a strong body, and a diving license." The young woman sighed and said,"it's a pity that the last time I went diving was a long time ago." Ever since he got this disease, he had been fine for the first two years and did not go to the toilet often. Recently ..."
As she said this, she felt a little awkward.
Zheng Ren did not say anything and interrupted the young woman's thoughts.
"Now, he has to wear wet pants whenever he goes out. He always tells me that it's like he's suffering from dementia."
Zheng Ren understood. Diarrhea sounded like a minor illness, but it was equivalent to carrying a time bomb and not knowing when to go to the bathroom.
