Leng Youchen watched her retreating figure disappear quickly at the stairwell, resigned to another night of fitful solitude.
Wei Anning returned to her room, locked the door behind her, and first fetched a hot towel from the bathroom to apply to her injury. After applying the hot towel, she inspected it in a hand mirror. She had never dared to look directly at this place before, always feeling shameful.
But now, she felt too embarrassed to ask Doctor Xu to apply medicine for her, so she had to do it herself.
The swelling had subsided compared to yesterday and the hot towel made it slightly painfully taut; the wound had begun to heal.
After tending to her wound, she emerged from the bathroom and dug out some yarn to knit a scarf. She had never knit anything before, but by following the instructions and fiddling around, she managed to find a rhythm.