Constipation (1)

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Ferne was constipated.

At six o'clock in the evening, just after he had finished the delicious roasted pork for lunch, he covered his stomach painfully. He wanted to go to the toilet, but the wound on his belly was so tense that he couldn't do anything. His face turned purple due to pain. The doctors and nurses held an enema kit and surrounded him.

'What the hell is an enema kit?'

After the doctor explained to him vividly, Ferne was overcome by his shame.

'What do you mean by gently stabbing in?'

'Can the words 'gently' and 'stab' be used at the same time?

'It hurts and it's shameful just thinking about it!'

'Why did I eat that damn bowl of roasted pork?'

'But it's delicious.'

'Shit!'

Ferne tried to keep his final dignity and shouted at them, "Don't, don't touch my asshole."

And then, Noah, who hadn't come for a long time, arrived at the door of the ward when he heard Ferne screaming in pain, "Help! Don't touch my asshole! Go away! Help!"

Noah was dumbfounded.