With my still somewhat fuzzy mind, I could vaguely hear someone talking on the phone not far away, but the volume was deliberately lowered so I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Perhaps realizing that Zhen Mozhao had woken up, the person who called quickly hung up the phone, walked to the bedside, leaned over, and a beautiful face with a delicate yet slightly baby-fat face came into view. Her eyes were concerned and her voice was gentle.

"Baby, are you awake? Are you feeling unwell? Are you hungry?"

Zhen Mozhao blinked, and only when his eyes were clear did he hear Baili Xiyao's words clearly, "I'm not feeling unwell, and I'm not hungry." His voice was still hoarse and weak from just waking up, which made Baili Xiyao's heart ache. He reached out and tested the temperature on Zhen Mozhao's smooth forehead. Seeing that he didn't have a fever, he turned and gently stroked his cheek, which was still a little pale.

"Be good, it's already three o'clock in the afternoon. Even if we're not hungry, let's eat something, okay? If we can't eat more, we can just eat less."

Zhen Mozhao nodded gently, as if he was greedy for the warmth of Baili Xiyao's palm. He stretched his neck and rubbed his little face unconsciously under Baili Xiyao's palm. His soft and cute look made Baili Xiyao's little heart instantly melt into a pool of spring water, so soft.

Baili Xiyao stretched out his other hand, cupped both sides of Zhen Mozhao's cheeks with both hands, leaned over and kissed Zhen Mozhao's forehead, nose tip and slightly dry thin lips in turn before standing up and pressing the call bell. Soon several doctors and nurses came in and performed some basic examinations on Zhen Mozhao.

"Miss Baili, we've checked. Mr. Mo is fine. Just get some rest," the doctor in charge replied respectfully to Baili Xiyao. Seeing Baili Xiyao nod in agreement, he left with the other doctors and nurses. Reassured, Baili Xiyao walked to the coffee table, opened the thermos Xiao Jiu had brought, poured a bowl of black chicken soup, picked up a few pieces of black chicken meat, and returned to Zhen Mozhao, personally feeding him mouthful by mouthful, as he sat up.

After drinking the chicken soup, Zhen Mozhao sat down to rest for a while and then went to handle the discharge procedures together. As soon as they finished the procedures and paid the money, Zhen Mozhao took the initiative to pull Baili Xiyao towards the hospital gate. However, Zhen Mozhao, standing at the hospital gate, felt a little conflicted.

"What's wrong?" Baili Xiyao turned sideways and looked at Zhen Mozhao, who suddenly stopped and looked confused, and asked puzzledly.

Zhen Mozhao didn't say anything, just looked back at Baili Xiyao and shook his head. Seeing that he was silent, Baili Xiyao didn't ask any further questions. He took Zhen Mozhao's hand and interlocked their fingers, then took him back to the hotel.