On Wednesday morning, as Yan Feifan got out of bed and left his bedroom, he heard his uncle groaning and moaning from the living room sofa.
Out of respect for his elders, the only spare guest room in the house was supposed to have been given to his uncle, which would have left Yu Chuanbai to sleep on the sofa.
But unfortunately, his uncle was having a bad case of diarrhea.
"Feifan, I've been running to the bathroom all night. I'm completely wiped out, and more importantly, the pain is killing me."
"Jeez, who knew taking a dump could be so terrifying?"
"Feifan, you got any remedies?"
Suppressing a laugh, Yan Feifan said with a hint of glee, "Uncle, who told you to act so tough last night? You can't handle spicy food, yet you ate so many chili peppers."
"And now you're paying the price!"
Yan Feifan then explained, "All that undigested capsaicin is irritating the skin and mucous membranes in your anal region, so of course it's going to hurt."
"There's no quick fix..."
