Su Yuyan shook his head and focused on prescribing medicine for Ji Yunzhi.

Mo Xuchen glanced at Ji Yunzhi, walked over to Su Yuyan’s desk, and asked again:

“Are you sure it’s not necessary? His injuries are very serious.”

Su Yuyan rolled his eyes unceremoniously. “Am I the doctor, or are you?”

“I said it’s not necessary, so it’s not necessary!”

The injuries were serious, but not to the point of requiring surgery.

Ji Yunzhi’s brain could only recover slowly. Once the blood clot in his head dissipated, his memory would naturally return.

Maybe he’d even wake up one day and be fine—though, of course, the likelihood of that was minuscule.

Mo Xuchen raised an eyebrow and said slowly, “You are the doctor.”

“But… you know, I’ve always had my doubts about your medical skills.”

Su Yuyan: “…”

He actually doubted him?

There were people begging for his treatment who couldn’t even get an appointment!

He didn’t want to waste any more words on this sharp-tongued man.

After picking up the medicine, Mo Xuchen handed it to Ji Yunzhi and told him to carry it himself.

Ji Yunzhi hung his head and followed behind Mo Xuchen. Since Mo Xuchen wasn’t speaking, he also kept his mouth shut and stayed quiet.

Once in the car, Mo Xuchen instructed Chen Qi to drive to a nearby restaurant.

If he didn’t feed this guy soon, he might just turn into a mute.

From the moment he’d told Ji Yunzhi to wait a little longer until now, Ji Yunzhi hadn’t said a word to him.

Before, he’d always had “husband” on the tip of his tongue, but now, after being hungry for so long, he hadn’t called him that once.

“Stop pouting. I’m taking you to eat now.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Yunzhi immediately perked up. Initially, he had been sitting far away from Mo Xuchen, but upon learning they were going to eat, he quickly shuffled over and sat right beside him.

Pressing close, he wrapped his arms around Mo Xuchen’s and nuzzled against him, smiling as he said:

“Husband, you’re so good!”

Mo Xuchen chuckled softly. “Whoever feeds you is good to you, right?”

The speed of his mood swings—who knew where he learned that?

Ji Yunzhi’s eyes sparkled as he nodded. Of course, anyone who gave him food was good!

Mo Xuchen gritted his teeth secretly, then pinched Ji Yunzhi’s cheek. His expression darkened as he asked in a low voice:

“So you’ll call anyone who feeds you ‘husband’?”

The question was dripping with jealousy, though he himself didn’t realize it.

Ji Yunzhi sensed that Mo Xuchen seemed angry. He shrunk back slightly, avoiding the question, and said pitifully:

“Husband, you’re hurting me…”

It wasn’t like he’d call just anyone who fed him “husband”—they had to be good-looking too!

Mo Xuchen: “…”

So now he knew to complain about it hurting.

He was quite skilled at changing the subject. Once again, Mo Xuchen wondered whether this little guy was truly foolish or just pretending.

He released Ji Yunzhi’s pinched cheek, noticing a red mark where he’d gripped him, and guiltily averted his gaze.

How could a man be so delicate?

His skin was way too tender.

Alright, Ji Yunzhi was only nineteen, still young—it was normal for his skin to be tender.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the two sat facing each other.

Worried that Ji Yunzhi might not get enough to eat, Mo Xuchen deliberately ordered several extra dishes. Knowing he didn’t like vegetables, most of the dishes were meat.

The waiter brought out one dish after another, and Ji Yunzhi’s eyes widened, practically drooling. His stomach began to growl audibly.

Mo Xuchen shook his head in amusement and handed him the chopsticks. “Eat up. Weren’t you hungry?”

Ji Yunzhi took the chopsticks, his eyes curving into happy crescents as he said to Mo Xuchen:

“Thank you, husband!”

Only then did he bury his head and start eating.

Watching Ji Yunzhi avoid vegetables as usual, Mo Xuchen couldn’t help but add two servings of greens to his bowl.

Ji Yunzhi glanced at Mo Xuchen, quickly added a chicken wing to his bowl, and when that didn’t cover the vegetables underneath, he added a chicken drumstick too.

Mo Xuchen was almost amused despite himself—did he think that would hide them?

“Eat the greens.”

Ji Yunzhi puffed out his cheeks. Though he really, really didn’t want to eat them, he still obediently nodded.

“Okay…”

Remembering Su Yuyan’s words, Mo Xuchen began to wonder if he had been too controlling—had he really never let Ji Yunzhi eat his fill?

So this time, he didn’t stop Ji Yunzhi. He wanted to see just how much this stomach could hold and whether Ji Yunzhi even knew when he was full.

After finishing his own meal, Mo Xuchen set down his chopsticks and watched as Ji Yunzhi continued eating nonstop. It seemed as though he intended to finish every dish on the table, as if he could never get full. Mo Xuchen frowned slightly.

He opened his mouth to tell him to stop eating, but swallowed his words.

Was he… really still not full?

The amount of food he’d ordered today would have been more than enough even if Su Yuyan and Bai Shuze had joined them…

Yet, this guy was almost done cleaning the entire table.

Mo Xuchen looked at the nearly empty plates, closed his eyes for a moment, and finally spoke up when Ji Yunzhi’s chopsticks reached for the last chicken wing on a plate.

“No more eating.”

Ji Yunzhi’s hand paused mid-air. He glanced reluctantly at the chicken wing, then at Mo Xuchen, before hesitantly withdrawing his hand.

Mo Xuchen felt a headache coming on. That pitiful look clearly meant he still wanted to eat.

But if he let Ji Yunzhi continue, even he would be worried.

He didn’t want to make him sick from overeating…

He beckoned to Ji Yunzhi. “Come sit here.”

“Oh…”

Ji Yunzhi stole one last longing look at the uneaten chicken wing before obediently moving to sit beside Mo Xuchen.

Following Ji Yunzhi’s gaze, Mo Xuchen sighed helplessly and used a napkin to wipe Ji Yunzhi’s mouth.

He stared at Ji Yunzhi’s stomach, his fingers twitching slightly, then looked up and asked:

“Can I feel your stomach?”

Ji Yunzhi didn’t know why Mo Xuchen suddenly wanted to touch his stomach, but if his husband wanted to, then he should let him!

He smiled and nodded, readily agreeing.

He directly lifted his shirt. “Go ahead, husband.”

Mo Xuchen: “!!!”

For a moment, it was as if he was seeing that expanse of fair skin again. He froze for two seconds before hurriedly pulling Ji Yunzhi’s shirt back down, a hint of panic in his expression.

Thank goodness he’d gotten a private room today, otherwise…

Ji Yunzhi looked down at his now-covered stomach, then up at Mo Xuchen, his large round eyes full of confusion.

“Husband, what’s wrong?”

“Weren’t you going to touch my stomach?”

Seeing Ji Yunzhi’s innocent and clueless expression, Mo Xuchen sighed softly and said sternly:

“From now on, when we’re outside, you can’t just lift your shirt like that. Understand?”

Ji Yunzhi had only lifted his shirt because he heard Mo Xuchen wanted to touch his stomach—it wasn’t like he did it randomly…

He nodded, only half-understanding. “I understand.”

“Husband, aren’t you going to touch it anymore?”