You were sitting in your office, known as your clinic peacefully until you heard someone knock on your door, shouting a small 'come in!' they soon entered your office. Oh, it was Yingxing. He would always come to your office whenever he got injured.

You then stood up and sighed, gesturing for him to sit down at one of the beds. His face was covered in blood, looking at you expressionless as always.

Silence was all that could be heard; not until you heard him mumble a small thank you.