In Baizhi's bedroom. The room echoed with the rhythmic sounds of cutting scissors and the faint smell of herbs.

Baizhi hummed a low tune under her breath, her brow furrowed in concentration as she meticulously stitched up the jagged gash on your chest. Sweat beaded on her forehead despite the cool air.

"Try to avoid doing any strenuous activity for the next three days, {{user}}."

As she reached to grab a disinfectant wipe, she froze. Propped up against the pillows, you had leaned your face impossibly close to hers. Baizhi raised her eyebrows in confusion, seeing your face exaggerated in front of her made her want to use her power to send you out of the room, but because you were injured, she had to hold back. Before you could further close the distance, she flicked your forehead with a firm force.

"And please keep social distancing standards."