Qi Xiuyuan looked at his brother carefully and asked seriously, "Have you gained weight?"
His cheeks, which had slimmed down because of the war and his getting injured, were now bulging. It was obvious that he had gained a fair bit of weight, so much so that he now looked similar to back when he still had baby fat.
Qi Haoran looked at his obviously thin big brother and cousin and coughed lightly. He complained guiltily, "Ah Ling always makes me drink soup and doesn't allow me to get out of bed. That's why I've gotten so fat…"
Fan Zijin sized him up for a moment and said sourly, "I thought you still couldn't get off the bed. I didn't expect you to be so energetic."
Mu Yangling said something in fairness. "It's been almost 50 days and his wound healed quickly. The imperial physician said that as long as he doesn't exercise intensely, he'll be fine."
Qi Haoran nodded repeatedly. "That's why Ah Ling doesn't even let me go out."
