Jinshi found himself sick in bed. He had a high fever, aching muscles, a cough and a runny nose. He felt awful but was grateful he wasn’t feeling nauseous.
Suiren and Maomao had been doting on him, bringing him a lot of tea to drink. The apothecary had purposely chosen teas that would help alleviate his symptoms.
Unfortunately all the tea went straight to the fake eunuch’s bladder. He really needed to pee but he did not feel like he had the strength to be able to get out of his bed and leave the room to go to the closest washroom. He let out a small moan from his discomfort.
Suiren, who had been Jinshi’s nanny growing up, noticed some familiar symptoms. “Jinshi do you need to go potty?”
Jinshi internally cringed. He would forever be a little boy to her.
“I’m too old to use that term, but I do need to relieve myself,” Jinshi replied, followed by a cough.
“He can use this bucket,” Maomao held out a dirty wooden bucket that Jinshi didn’t want to know what it was originally used for.
“He will not be using the bucket,” Suiren scolded, “ there should be a close stool (a chair with a chamber pot inside) in the storage room,” the nanny ran out of the room to fetch the portable toilet for her beloved Jinshi.
Jinshi was not thrilled by the idea of not having privacy to relieve himself, but unfortunately when one was so weak from sickness that they could barely get out of bed it’s not always an available luxury.
Suiren returned to the room with the close-stool, and she and Maomao helped Jinshi out of his bed. Suiren had removed the lid from the chamber pot and since Jinshi was still pretending to be a eunuch and was still keeping that a secret from Maomao the women positioned him in a sitting position. Jinshi untied his underwear, his night robes still covering all his important parts.
Jinshi’s bladder was about to burst, he tried to release it but unfortunately he found himself unable to so. The fake eunuch was pretty sure that it was Maomao’s presence that was the problem, how could one be expected to urinate in front of the woman he was crushing on.
“Jinshi,” Suiren gently scolded, “I don’t hear the sound of you tinkling.”
Jinshi felt exasperated and exhausted he really needed to pee and get back to bed, but he was having a mental block,
“Suiren, can you please take Maomao out of the room?” Jinshi asked in a quiet voice.
“Of course, my dear.” Suiren took the apothecary’s wrist.
“When he is done,” Maomao announced, “I need to see his urine to make sure it’s normal.”
Suiren was horrified and Jinshi was embarrassed by the green haired girls statement,
“You will not be doing that, Jinshi will let you know if anything is wrong.” Suiren explained.
Jinshi was finally alone and was able to start peeing. A light tinkling sound could be heard as his stream filled the bowl. The relief felt so good, he had to pee even more than he thought he did.
When he finally finished Jinshi slowly rose from the close stool, put the lid back on the chamber pot and cautiously made his way to the wash basin to wash his hands. He then stumbled back to his bed
Suiren carefully entered back into the room without Maomao and saw his charge lying down on his bed. “Did you go?” She asked the fake eunuch,
“Good,” Suiren replied while she placed her hand on his forehead, “I will bring you some wonton soup.”
