After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

"I'm not hungry, you go ahead and eat."

Shen Ruo's eyes involuntarily drifted towards the lunchbox in Qi Wenshen's hand.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, garlic broccoli—the aroma was like tiny hooks, gently tickling the tip of her nose.

Qi Wenshen raised an eyebrow, deliberately picked up a piece of pork rib, and waved it in front of her.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry!"

"I'll eat first then. This restaurant has a unique way of cooking ribs, and they taste great..."

Shen Ruo's throat bobbed.

Qi Wenshen saw this and a smile appeared in his eyes.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up the bowl of bland white porridge, and brought it to her lips. "Here, with this aroma, this porridge should taste good."

Shen Ruo: "..."

Even children won't fall for it.

Qi Wenshen coaxed him.

Shen Ruo obediently opened her mouth.

Plain porridge was so tasteless that she only ate a few bites before giving up.

Now I'm watching Qi Wenshen eat.

The little mouth began to secrete liquid uncontrollably, spitting and making smacking noises incessantly.

"Wow, this is cartilage. The bone crunches in your mouth and gets more and more fragrant the more you chew. The crunchy texture bounces between your teeth and is even chewier than meat."

Qi Wenshen picked up another piece, this time it was sand bone.

Shen Ruo's gaze followed closely.

"This is bone marrow. When you bite into the bone, the marrow inside bursts out, hot and oily. Slurp it up..."

She swallowed hard as she said this, "The feeling of the bone marrow sliding down my throat was simply amazing."

Qi Wenshen paused in his chopsticks and looked up at her.

Unaware of her surroundings, Shen Ruo continued to stare at the ribs in his box, her voice already tinged with craving, "This piece is lean yet tender, with a perfect balance of fat and lean meat, coated in a thick layer of sauce, and the juices burst in your mouth..."

As she spoke, she swallowed again.

Qi Wenshen put down his chopsticks, unable to eat anymore.

He looked at the petite woman across from him, her eyes fixed on the lunchbox, her mouth moving as she described the texture of each piece of rib.

A trace of saliva, which he hadn't had time to suck back, still clung to the corner of his mouth.

He felt both heartache and helplessness.

Her wound hadn't healed yet, and she couldn't touch anything greasy.

The little woman looks like she's been abused for a long time.

He picked up the smallest piece of pork rib and held it out to her. "How about... you have one?"

Shen Ruo's eyes lit up instantly, filled with anticipation, "Is it okay?"

Dr. Liu repeatedly instructed her that she could only eat liquid food now, as any solid food would irritate her still-healing wound.

"Can't."

The glimmer of light in Shen Ruo's eyes vanished instantly.

She snorted, turned her head away, and refused to look at him anymore, leaving him with only the back of her head.

Qi Wenshen looked at the back of her head as she sulked, and the corners of his mouth curved up. "I'll make you some corn porridge tomorrow. It'll be sweet and taste better than plain porridge."

Shen Ruo's head twitched slightly.

She paused for two seconds before slowly turning back, "Then I'll buy the sweetest one."

"The sweetest one."

Qi Wenshen assured her.

Shen Ruo then turned her face back to him with satisfaction.

Taking advantage of her improved mood, Qi Wenshen quickly finished the rest of the rice and ribs.

Shen Ruo suddenly felt a familiar bloating sensation coming from her abdomen.

She squeezed her legs together slightly and glanced up at Qi Wenshen.

The man, who was clearing away lunchboxes and dishes, saw her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Ruo's ears turned slightly red, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of the blanket. Her voice was very soft, "Brother Wen Shen... could you please leave for a moment?"

Qi Wenshen looked at her hesitant expression, then at her reddened ears, and immediately understood.

He stood up, didn't ask any further questions, and simply said, "Call me when you're done."

The moment the door closed behind her, Shen Ruo breathed a long sigh of relief and began to deal with her physiological needs with peace of mind.

These days she's been bedridden recovering from her injuries, eating, drinking, and using the toilet all in bed.

In the past, when Xiao Chen and Zhou Lan were present, she felt no guilt whatsoever. After all, they were both women and had a close relationship, so she could simply ignore them.

But this time it was Qi Wenshen.

Although they had done the most intimate things together, she still felt extremely uncomfortable doing such things in front of that person.

After she finished, she hesitated for a moment, then reached for the call bell by the bedside, wanting to call Xiao Chen to come and help her empty the container.

Just as her finger touched the call button, Qi Wenshen's voice came from outside the door, "Are you done yet?"

Shen Ruo's hand paused.

This man has perfect timing.

She glanced at the call bell, then at the door, bit her lip, and finally withdrew her hand.

Oh well, let it be awkward.

Since we've already come this far, one last push won't make a difference.

The door was pushed open, and Qi Wenshen walked in.

He didn't glance at the bedside again, and bent down to take the plate away.

Shen Ruo shrank back under the covers, pulling them up to her chin, looking like a snail burying itself in its shell.

When Qi Wenshen returned, he saw her wrapped up so tightly. He sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled at the corner of the blanket, but couldn't budge it.

Qi Wenshen didn't pull hard, but gently patted her shoulder through the blanket. "I'm a doctor, I've handled a lot of this kind of work."

Shen Ruo's muffled voice came from under the covers, "How can that be the same?"

Once the patient is discharged, we will never see them again.

She and he were going to stay together forever.

The thought that every time she saw him in the future would remind her of this day made her feel like she would never be able to hold her head up high again.

Qi Wenshen said, "If you feel bad about it, then remember this: when you're old, you can help me pour it out."

Shen Ruo suddenly threw off the covers, glared at him, and said, "Ptooey! I'm not going to pour it for you, pour it yourself."

How miserable would it be to be old and need someone to take care of you?

She recalled the elderly people she had seen in wheelchairs.

I remember the caregiver's disdainful look.

No.

She didn't want him to become like that.

I don't want it myself either.

Qi Wenshen looked at her flustered appearance, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, which was slightly bristling from excitement, his voice filled with affection, "Okay, I'll pour it myself."

……

The next morning, a white BMW pulled into the parking lot of the First Municipal Hospital.

The person in the driver's seat glanced at the rearview mirror to check if their makeup had smudged.

Su Yu touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror one last time, pursed her lips, and tidied the stray hairs by her ears before pushing open the car door and getting out.

She stood at the entrance of the First Municipal Hospital, looked up at the white inpatient building, and felt a surge of excitement.

She was finally able to see Qi Wenshen again.

A while ago, Qi Wenshen left in a hurry, and she only found out the next day that he had already returned to the First Municipal Hospital.

When asked, the dean didn't give a specific reason, only vaguely saying that Dr. Qi had personal matters to attend to.

Su Yu was so angry that she smashed her phone.