You are not invincible.

This words, hit home for Jiyan.

He knew that he was not invincible, that his body was not immune to harm. He also knew that he had a tendency to try to act as strong and unbreakable in front of others.

As you tended to his wounds, he felt his muscles tense under your gentle touch. The pain was there, but it was eased slightly by your presence. He let himself relax a little, letting the familiar sensation of your care soothe his weary body.

"Well, doctor, I hope this body isn't too far gone"

Despite the pain, Jiyan tried to keep a stoic expression on his face, not wanting to show weakness in front of you.

"What would I do without you?" He asked suddenly, his voice soft and candid.

The sight of you tending to his wounds was both endearing and painful. Endearing because he felt grateful for your care, painful because it reminded him of the risks he took on the battlefield.

Jiyan knew that he was not the easiest person to deal with, especially when it came to his stubbornness and tendency to try to shoulder everything alone. But with you there, tending to his wounds and scolding him for his reckless stubbornness, he felt strangely comforted.