Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Shen Qing, Wang Jie, and Su Qianyue rolled their eyes at him in unison.

"What do you know? This is called fighting poison with poison... no, it's called pleasure therapy!" Shen Qing said confidently.

Wang Jie adjusted his glasses and calmly analyzed the situation:

"For gastroenteritis, a light diet is the main approach, but we can eat while he watches us eat; this is called 'emotional support therapy'."

Su Qianyue covered her mouth and laughed:

"I'm going to pick out the hot pot broth! Extra spicy! Let Mo Ye smell it, like cures like!"

With clear division of labor, they acted swiftly.

Before long, the group arrived downstairs at the hospital with bags and packages of "equipment".

After parking the car, the scene was quite spectacular—Shen Qing and Wang Jie were carrying huge supermarket shopping bags, while Pang Siyi was holding a case of drinks.

The most amazing thing is Wang Jie, who actually carried an electric hot pot with two broths on his shoulder!

..........

The four of them crept furtively to Mo Ye's hospital room. Shen Qing peeked through the crack in the door.

Just then, He Wanning was seen carrying a thermos to get lunch for Mo Ye, leaving Mo Ye alone in the room.

He turned around and gave the three people behind him an "OK" sign.

The group put down their bags and first took out their "carefully prepared" "gifts for visiting the sick" from their pockets or backs.

Then, composing themselves, they pushed open the door side by side and walked in with "heavy" yet "orderly" steps.

Mo Ye was resting with his eyes closed against the headboard when he heard the noise and opened them. Seeing the neat and orderly formation at the door, a series of question marks instantly popped into his mind.

Before he could speak, Shen Qing, Wang Jie, Pang Siyi, and Su Qianyue appeared.

At the same time, they clutched their stomachs with their hands, made exaggerated expressions of pain on their faces, and groaned in unison, their voices weak and feeble:

"Oh my god—my stomach hurts so much—"

Mo Ye: "…………"

The name of a plant slowly floated through his mind.

After the performance, the group instantly returned to "normal" and began to present their treasures with smiles.

Shen Qing used only one finger to lift a... fruit basket with great "effort".

Why use one finger?

Because that so-called "fruit basket" was pitifully small, with only one bright yellow orange lying inside.

Shen Qing added in all seriousness: "Bro, get some Vitamin C! Specially selected!"

Mo Ye's lips twitched.

Then, Wang Jie stepped forward and took out a pack of... Qingfeng tissues from his pocket.

He walked to Mo Ye's bedside, carefully examined Mo Ye's still somewhat pale face, adjusted his glasses, and said seriously:

"My God, your face is so pale... You've been watching too many adult films, haven't you? You need to be more careful."

Mo Ye: "..." He wanted to throw the pillow at him.

Pang Siyi chuckled and took out a red thread from behind his back, with a bottle of iced tea hanging from the bottom of the thread.

It's the same kind you see most often in supermarkets, still three yuan a bottle!

He shook the bottle: "Mo Ye, drink something sweet, it'll help you recover faster!"

Su Qianyue made her final appearance, magically producing a bouquet of... flowers from behind her back?

Upon closer inspection, it was found that the leaves were roughly wrapped in tissue paper and "plucked" from some green belt or roadside.

A wildflower whose name I don't know, with two lush green leaves stuck in it.

"Flowers for the sick, wishing you a speedy recovery!" She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Looking at the pile of "gifts" in front of him, and then at his brothers' expressions that said "praise us for being so thoughtful," Mo Ye felt completely numb.

He finally understood that these people hadn't come to visit him in his illness; they had come to upset him!

Look at this, look at this! Is this how people conduct themselves?!

However, this is not the end.

After the group presented their "small gifts," their eyes all fell on the beautifully packaged, obviously expensive tonics and fruit baskets on Mo Ye's bedside table and the floor.

Shen Qing let out a strange cry:

"Good heavens! Mo Ye! You've been secretly eating so much good food? Are you crazy? You should eat light meals when you're sick!"

Without any hesitation, he picked up a box of imported cherries, opened it, and distributed them to everyone:

"Come on, brothers, help him out. Don't let him eat too well and delay his recovery!"

Wang Jie casually picked up a bottle of premium milk, twisted it open, and drank it.

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue also joined in the "sharing" with smiles.

Mo Ye sighed, speechless.

Shen Qing cleared her throat and finally got to the "main event":

"Ahem! Quiet! Quiet everyone! Now comes the main event of this hospital visit! Brothers, bring on the good stuff! The show is about to begin!!!"

Wang Jie, Pang Siyi, and Su Qianyue nodded seriously instantly, their cooperation seamless.

A sense of foreboding rose in Mo Ye's heart: "You...there's more?"

As Shen Qing directed, several people filed out and laboriously carried in all the large and small bags that had been placed outside the door!

Vegetables, meat rolls, meatballs, mushrooms... but the most eye-catching thing is the hot pot with two broths on Wang Jie's shoulder!

"You guys..." Mo Ye's eyelids twitched. "You wouldn't be thinking of..."

"Bingo!" Shen Qing snapped his fingers.

"Patients need a lively atmosphere! Hot pot is the best choice to warm their hearts!"

"No, brothers, I'm a patient, I can't eat this..." Mo Ye tried to struggle.

"We know!" Su Qianyue said matter-of-factly as she unpacked the package.

"So when we eat, you can see and smell the aroma, which helps stimulate your appetite and promote recovery! This is scientifically based!"

Mo Ye: "..."

The four of them got to work, setting up a small table by the bed and putting the pot on it.

Shen Qing directed, "Wang Jie, do you see that power plug at your feet?"

Wang Jie looked down and said, "I saw it."

Shen Qing said seriously, "Alright, let's take on the challenge today and cook this hot pot using only cold water."

Wang Jie looked bewildered: "Really?"

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue, who were standing next to them, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mo Ye facepalmed; he simply couldn't bear to look.

Shen Qing finally lost his composure and roared:

"No way! Then why don't you plug it in right now?! Are you just waiting for the pot to heat up by itself?!"

Wang Jie then realized what was happening and hurriedly went to plug in the power cord, muttering, "Oh, I see..."

Soon, the power was plugged in, mineral water was poured in, and mushroom hot pot base was added.

Soon, the red oil was bubbling, the mushroom soup was boiling, and the spicy and savory aroma was mixed with the rich flavor of the bone broth.

They began forcefully driving away the original smell of disinfectant from the ward, permeating every corner.

Shen Qing waved his hand and said, "Brothers! Let's get started! Consider it a hotpot party in a hospital ward for Mo Ye! Get the party started, folks!"

The ward suddenly became unusually lively.

Mo Ye looked at his boisterous yet incredibly sincere friends, smelled the mouthwatering aroma of hot pot in the air, and then glanced at the leftover plain white porridge on his table.

Finally, all the helplessness turned into an irrepressible smile on his lips and a warm current surging in his heart.

These guys... really.

┳━┳ノ(°_°ノ)

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[Don't take this novel too seriously, folks.]

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