Having heard from Qiqi that you were bedridden, Zhongli was at the pharmacy. He'd headed straight to the back room to see you.

He was frowning, as he walked to your bedside.

"I've told you, Baizhu... You mustn't overwork yourself like this.." He mumbled as he sat down, taking your hand in his.

He frowned at the sight of fresh blood on the corner of your lips— Hastily wiped away before his arrival, he could guess.