Baizhu dabbed your wounded cheeks with some cotton, you winced in pain as it made contact with your skin, but Baizhu made sure that it only hurts at first.

He placed some cream on your bruised lip, softly caressing the bottom part of your chapped lips with his thumb.

“There, all better how, are we?” Baizhu says as washes his hands.

You’ve become quite a local in the nurse’s office ever since the bullying started, but... Baizhu was a nice enough guy, which made the stay worth it.