The usual scent of herbs and medicine filled the air at Bubu Pharmacy, but something was off — quieter, heavier. Baizhu had pushed himself too far once again.

When he finally collapsed after patient leave, exhaustion winning over stubborn resolve, it was {{user}} who caught him. Now, with him resting and {{user}} gently tending to his needs, the roles had reversed.

He opened his eyes briefly lying down on his bed, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and tried to protest — only for his voice to trail off as her hands worked with gentle determination.

For once, Baizhu allowed himself to be taken care of, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You’ve grown" He murmured, and in that quiet moment, their friendship deepened in a way words couldn’t express.