Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

Given the concern everyone has caused by this injury, Wu Wei and Wu Xie have been very well-behaved these past two days.

The two strictly followed the doctor's orders and Wu Erbai's instructions.

Eat whatever you're told to eat, sleep whenever you're told to sleep, and don't go out if you're not told to go out.

When Wu Erbai came over that day, he said to them, "If only you two could always be this easy to take care of."

Wu Wei gave a well-behaved smile, looking like he was very obedient.

He's been really well-behaved these past few days.

With a cast on his right shoulder and a brace on his ribs, he winced in pain even when he turned over, and he had to be careful even when he got out of bed to go to the toilet.

Erjing opened the door and came in, laying out their lunches one by one.

Steamed sea bass, steamed egg with shrimp, stir-fried baby bok choy, and corn and pork rib soup.

Wu Wei gritted his teeth as he looked at the dish, which hadn't even had soy sauce added and was entirely made from the natural colors of the food.

Erjing specially hired a nutritionist to plan meals for the two of them every day. It wasn't that the food was bad, but it was excessively bland with little oil and salt.

If you get used to dishes with rich, oily sauces, it's okay to eat bland dishes for one or two meals, but after eating them for several days in a row, your mouth just won't taste right.

Wu Wei looked at Wu Erbai and invited, "Dad, let's eat together."

Wu Erbai declined the invitation, saying, "You guys eat, your Uncle Erjing and I will go out to eat later."

Wu Xie blurted out, "Second Uncle, are you going out for a private meal with Uncle Erjing?"

Wu Wei immediately turned his gaze to the warriors.

Wu Erbai sneered, "You two can still get special treatment even without getting hurt."

Wu Xie looked at Wu Wei and found that Wu Wei was also looking at him.

The two exchanged a glance and obediently lowered their heads to eat.

The Zhang family members are indeed physically strong; within a week, the pain in their lungs had almost disappeared.

The fractures in his arm and ribs are still being fixed and he needs to recover slowly, but he is in much better spirits than on the first day.

But as soon as I feel better, my stomach starts to rebel.

Wu Wei's ward was on the fourth floor. Every time he opened the window at mealtimes, the aroma of food from the snack street behind the hospital would waft over.

This made Wu Wei increasingly unable to eat his hospital food.

That day, Wu Wei tentatively spoke up, "Dad, I feel much better today and want to go out for some fresh air."

Wu Erbai peeked at him from behind the newspaper, "Okay."

"Have someone push your wheelchair around the corridor a couple of times."

"I want to go downstairs for a walk and sit in the courtyard," Wu protested.

"It's windy in the yard." Wu Erbai closed the newspaper.

"Your ribs haven't fully healed yet. What if you catch a cold and cough, and the impact damages your bones?"

Wu Wei opened his mouth, but was rendered speechless.

Wu Erbai walked to the door and instructed his two men outside, "Keep an eye on Wu Wei and don't let him leave this floor."

Wu said: "..."

He turned to look at Wu Xie in the next bed.

Wu Xie, whose forehead was still wrapped in bandages, blinked innocently after receiving his gaze.

"Xiao Xie," Wu Wei lowered his voice, "don't you want to eat braised pork?"

Wu Xie thought for a moment, then nodded honestly: "I want to."

"Then go and tell your second uncle—"

"I'm not going," Wu Xie immediately shook his head.

"My second uncle said you're now under close surveillance. I still have a concussion, so I can't be subjected to any stress."

Looking at the bandage around his head, Wu Wei finally couldn't bring himself to continue to torment him.

Two days later, Erjing came to deliver lunch as usual.

Boiled shrimp, stir-fried chicken breast with bamboo shoots, and stir-fried loofah.

Wu Wei poked the white chicken breast with his chopsticks, feeling as if it were staring back at him, both of them feeling helpless.

"Uncle Erjing." Wu Wei put down his chopsticks and put on a fawning smile.

"Let's talk about something."

Erjing was serving soup to Wu Xie when he heard this and looked up: "What?"

"Could you bring something with a scent next time?"

"No way." Erjing refused without hesitation.

"Let's discuss it again, Uncle Erjing!"

Erjing placed the bone broth in front of Wu Wei, his tone gentle but his attitude firm.

"Just bear with it. Once you've recovered, you can eat whatever you want."

Wu Wei looked up at Erjing with a pitiful expression.

Erjing looked back at him expressionlessly: Don't even think about it, it won't work.

Wu Wei resignedly lowered his head and continued drinking his soup.

After Erjing left, Wu Wei finally extended his clutches to his last potential accomplice.

"Little Evil".

Wu Xie's injuries were relatively minor, and he has been allowed to go out for some fresh air for the past two days.

Hearing his brother's tone, Wu Xie instinctively became wary: "What?"

"Am I good to you, brother?"

Wu Xie didn't need to think about the question at all: "Of course!"

"I need your help with something now."

Wu Wei turned to his side, supporting himself on the edge of the bed with his uninjured hand, his expression sincere.

"When you go out tomorrow, bring me back some food, braised dishes, roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), or braised beef are all fine."

Wu Xie refused: "No, no, Second Uncle won't let you eat those."

"Who brought you candy when you had cavities as a child? Who secretly gave you chocolate without your third uncle's knowledge?"

Wu Xie's expression softened, but he still hesitated: "But Second Uncle said..."

"If you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know?" Wu Weichong winked at him.

"Uncle Erjing is busy right now, he only comes when he delivers food, he's not here at other times."

"Go out this afternoon, bring it back on your way, just slip it into your bag, and nobody will know."

"But--"

"Didn't you say that I'm the best to you?"

"……yes."

"So you can bear to watch me eat this tasteless feed every day?"

Wu Xie fell silent. To be honest, he was also finding it hard to bear.

"Little Evil".

Wu Xie took a deep breath and finally relented: "...Alright then."

"My dear brother!" Wu Wei's eyes lit up.

"But!" Wu Xie held up one finger.

"You can only bring a little bit. And it must be a lightly braised dish, not too oily."

"Fine, fine, you decide."

The next day at noon, Erjing, as usual, brought Wu Wei a lunch that was bland and watery.

Wu Wei only ate a small portion of the bowl before putting down his chopsticks.

Erjing looked at him: "Not having much of an appetite today?"

"I'm not very hungry," Wu Wei lied without batting an eye. "I probably ate too much this morning."

Erjing didn't ask any further questions, cleared away the dishes, and left.

After Erjing left, Wu Xie went outside to "get some fresh air".

Before leaving, Wu Weichong gave him a wink, and Wu Xie nodded nervously.

After closing the ward door, Wu Wei leaned against the headboard and turned on the TV.

He didn't pay attention to what was playing on the screen; his mind was filled with braised beef, braised pork hock, and fried ribs.

I kept changing channels and checking my watch: 3 o'clock, 3:30, 4 o'clock.

It's 4:30. Wu Xie still hasn't returned.

Wu Wei sensed that something was wrong.

Why is this kid taking so long to buy something? Did he go too far to find a suitable store? Or is there too much of a queue?

The door was pushed open, and Erjing entered, carrying a thermos lunchbox.

"Second Master ordered an extra meal to be delivered."

Wu Wei asked casually, "Uncle Erjing, hasn't Xiao Xie come back yet?"

Erjing paused for a moment as he was pouring water.

He turned around, barely managing to maintain a professional expression while suppressing a laugh.

"Xiao Xie," Erjing cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone normal.

"He was arrested by the Second Master."

Wu Wei's chopsticks froze in mid-air: "What do you mean?"

"Second Master said you didn't eat much today, so he came to check on you. Who knew that he would run into Xiao Xie coming back downstairs by sheer coincidence, catching him red-handed."

Erjing placed the water he had poured on Wu Wei's bedside table. "Second Master said that you two can no longer share a ward."

Wu Wei put his chopsticks on the lunchbox, leaned against the headboard, and felt utterly hopeless.

It was hard to tell whether he or Wu Xie was more unlucky.