"Busy." Tong Sanlang replied.
At this time, Qiao Xiaomai also entered, and when she saw Madam Zhang's appearance, she was shocked.
Madam Zhang had indeed lost some weight, and paired with her haggard, sallow face, dishevelled hair, and the strange smell in the room, she truly looked gravely ill.
"Mom." Qiao Xiaomai called out, "How are you feeling?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Zhang coughed several times, then coughed up some old phlegm from her throat, and hurriedly waved her hand at Qiao Xiaomai, pointing excitedly at the chamber pot placed at the foot of the bed.
Being bedridden, she rarely left the room and even took care of bodily functions within the room.
Qiao Xiaomai pretended not to understand, and quietly poked Tong Sanlang's waist behind her.
Tong Sanlang stepped forward, picked up the chamber pot, and brought it to Madam Zhang, "Mom, don't get too excited, speak your mind."
He opened the lid of the chamber pot, and a foul smell instantly filled the room.
