"Master," Achen knocked on the door from outside, "I'm coming in."
"Come in quickly!"
Achen entered carrying the medical kit, seeing for the first time such a nervous expression on their witty and humorous master. His gaze shifted to the person lying on the bed and before he could take a good look, Lun You hurried him, "What are you dawdling for? Go over there!"
"Alright, alright," Achen nodded and went over to take out the medical supplies. Lun You said by his side, "She doesn't have any wounds on her, except on her palm. You wrap it up for her, remember to disinfect! And..."
"Master," Achen nodded helplessly, "I know all this. Can you stop talking for a moment?"
"..." Lun You suddenly fell silent, took a step back, and wiped his face vigorously, taking a deep breath.
In nearly thirty years, he had never felt so tense. All the way here, his heart felt as if it was about to leap out.
