Lan Zhan simply dumps the contents of the bag onto the mattress, picking through until he finds a tablet supplied to him by Wen Qing. He holds it up to Wei Ying's mouth, wishing he had something to offer him to drink.

His free hand starts to undo Wei Ying's robes, pushing through the layers to get to his bare torso.

"Take this. Wen Qing says it helps. Will make you weaker, so concentrate on me," he says, eyes widening at the blood staining Wei Ying's teeth and the increasingly unhealthy pallor. "I'm sorry it hurts."