9. It's A Bad. It's Good

Nicolas had been staring at the door for the past thirty minutes. After treating Dianne like that and throwing away the porridge he wanted to feed her, Nicolas felt guilty later.

"I shouldn't have roughed her up like that. Ah, now where is that girl?" Nicolas had a bad feeling. After all, he didn't remember anything at all, his life currently depended on the girl who turned out to be his fiancée.

Suddenly, Nicolas' stomach rumbled. There was a tightness from down there. Since there was no one in the room, he released the gas from his stomach and relaxed. Finally, the first fart after waking up from surgery, signaling that his body would be fine.

"Oh my God, I have to go to the toilet." Nicolas was confused about where to start. His left leg was still wrapped in a bandage and he was not allowed to move much. The infusion bag was connected to a pole that he couldn't reach, he also had to get up with a body that felt very fragile as if he had slept for a long time.

"Gosh! How's this!"