Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

"Today is a rare day off. I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up." Li Jinhe said gently.

He walked into the room and glanced at the food on the table. The dishes looked delicious and were obviously much more exquisite than the meals of other trainees.

Li Jinhe noticed that Wei Zhe'an didn't eat much, and even fed some of his food to the cat. This made him frown slightly, feeling a little helpless about Wei Zhe'an's picky eating habits.

"Is the food still not to your liking?" Li Jinhe sat opposite Wei Zhe'an, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, Wei Zhe'an seemed to have lost some weight, which made Li Jinhe's frown deepen.

"Emm..." Wei Zhe'an avoided Li Jinhe's gaze with a guilty conscience. He knew that his nutritious meal was specially prepared for him by Li Jinhe and was much more refined than that of others. However, he had a picky taste and would rather starve than force himself for food that did not suit his appetite.

In addition, with the support of data, his health will not be affected too much, so he will not force himself to eat something he doesn't like.

He lowered his head and clasped his hands, explaining awkwardly: "I just think it's too bland..."

Li Jinhe sighed softly and said in a gentle voice: "It is indeed a bit light, but this is for your body. You can't just eat so little. You are too thin now, and you need more nutrition."

Wei Zhe'an tried to get away with it with a cute expression and promised, "I know. I will try to eat more in the future."

Although Li Jinhe knew that he was perfunctory, he did not expose it. He could only communicate with the aunt in the cafeteria in the future to see if he could make some adjustments to the taste so that Wei Zhe'an could eat more.

Li Jinhe chose to avoid the previous topic and said lightly: "Have you eaten well? Let's go to the hospital for a checkup."

Although Wei Zhe'an felt that it was a little unnecessary, after all, the plaster had only been applied for less than a week, and recovery was impossible that fast. But as long as he could be with his brother, he felt that everything was worth it. So, he nodded and said expectantly: "Let's eat, shall we set off now?"

Li Jinhe stood up and responded, "Well, I mainly want to see your wrist. Your foot injury may take longer to recover."

Wei Zhe'an then remembered that his wrist was also injured, but it had recovered well recently. As long as he didn't exert any effort, he no longer felt pain in his daily life.

They simply packed up and prepared to go out. Li Jinhe noticed that Seventeen jumped onto Wei Zhean's head and couldn't help but feel a little cute. This cat really liked the top of Wei Zhean's head.

What made him feel even more amazing was that Wei Zhe'an's hair didn't fall down. That's right, after all, only Wei Zhe'an could see this cat. He couldn't help but have some second thoughts in his mind. If this cat can eat, does it also need to go to the toilet...

"Okay, let's go, brother~" Wei Zhe'an's voice interrupted Li Jinhe's thoughts. He pushed Wei Zhe'an's wheelchair, and the two went to the hospital together.

The results of the examination were much more optimistic than expected. Wei Zhe'an's wrist had recovered quite well, and although the fractured ankle had not yet fully recovered, it was gradually healing.

On the way back, Li Jinhe was still troubled by Wei Zhe'an's eating habits. He seemed to rely on some kind of data support and believed that he would not get fat or thin due to diet. Li Jinhe did not understand this data very well and did not know the underlying logic of data generation. He believed that the impact of the external environment on physical health should not be ignored.

While in the hospital, he privately asked the doctor about Wei Zhe'an's dietary taboos and learned that he mainly needed to avoid raw, cold, spicy and greasy foods, but could eat snacks appropriately.

Wei Zhe'an consumes too little staple food, and this is under Tong Yang's supervision. If he is left alone, he would really want to not eat a single bite.

While thinking, Li Jinhe turned at the next intersection. Wei Zhe'an, holding a lollipop in his mouth, asked curiously, "Aren't we going back?"

Li Jinhe concentrated on steering the wheel and replied, "Prepare something for you to eat, so you don't starve to death before your debut."

Wei Zhe'an asked expectantly: "Food? Should I..."

Li Jinhe interrupted him without hesitation: "No. I'll buy you some snacks that you can eat. You can eat fried chicken and hamburgers when you are fully recovered."

Wei Zhe'an immediately lost his temper: "Oh...but didn't the production team forbid us from eating snacks?"

Li Jinhe glanced at him and said with a smile: "You are different from them. You won't get fat. Just be low-key when eating and avoid live broadcasts and cameras."

Hearing Li Jinhe say that he was different from others, Wei Zhe'an was secretly proud in his heart, but his face showed that he was well-behaved and sensible: "Okay, thank you brother~"

Instead of going to a busy shopping mall, the two came to a medium-sized supermarket. Most of the customers here are middle-aged and elderly people. The two simply put on masks. Although their appearance is quite conspicuous, they did not attract the attention of others.

Wei Zhean sat in a wheelchair, his eyes wandering among the snacks on the shelf, his mouth watering. He was full of desire, wanting to eat this and that.

As Li Jinhe was pushing a wheelchair, he could not operate the shopping cart at the same time, so they only took a large shopping basket. Wei Zhe'an held the shopping basket tightly in his arms and guided Li Jinhe to different shelves.

Of course, not all the snacks that Wei Zhean wanted to eat were put into the shopping cart by Li Jinhe. Those snacks that Wei Zhean needed to avoid were carefully screened out by Li Jinhe.

In the end, all that was left in the shopping cart were salty snacks such as biscuits and original potato chips.

When paying the bill, Wei Zhe'an inevitably looked a little disappointed. Li Jinhe noticed his lost look and couldn't help but rub the back of his head with his hand, and whispered to comfort him: "Don't be sad, I'll take you to buy milk tea."

Wei Zhe'an quickly adjusted his mood, turned around and smiled sweetly at Li Jinhe: "Okay, we can buy two flavors, so I can drink two kinds."

Li Jinhe smiled and nodded in agreement. At Li Jinhe's insistence, the cost of these snacks was borne by him alone, and Wei Zhe'an was not asked to pay.

When leaving the supermarket, Wei Zhe'an hugged his bag of snacks tightly. He had originally planned to go back and share the snacks with his roommates, but now that these were bought for him by Li Jinhe, he suddenly became reluctant to part with them.

Li Jinhe placed the snacks on the back seat, then turned around and carefully helped Wei Zhe'an sit in the passenger seat.

After everything was arranged, he was about to put away his wheelchair when the phone rang. He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, frowned slightly, and couldn't help sighing.