Lan Zhan's sudden escape attempt is far less shocking than the words murmured into his ear. Wei Wuxian looks up at the healer with wide eyes. "That will not be possible, short of knocking him unconscious," he says bluntly. "Perhaps his arm, here or here?" he ventures, touching his own bicep and shoulder whilst tugging Lan Zhan back into the center of the room.

The healer hums in displeasure, but - "Very well. Get his sleeve off so I can clean the injection site. This will be the difference of feeling better in an hour rather than a day," he adds, loud enough for Lan Zhan to hear.

Wei Wuxian turns, guiding Lan Zhan back to the table. "One injection, and you'll feel so much better. What sense is there in not taking it, Lan Zhan?"