Wen Qing is having a VERY STRESSFUL DAY she is not amused. "Don't waste my time. You think I won't take longer making this medicine if I have to come over there and chase you around?"

"Leg still broken."

"Lan Zhan! You're as bad as I was before Jie scolded some better habits into me! I will be fine! I heard something crack when you hit that wall! Do you think I'll be better off if I have to explain to your big brother how I let you get seriously hurt or worse?"

Hhh. She really doesn't want Wen Ying to feel bad for leaning on her, and she especially doesn't Wen Ying to stop leaning on her when she wants to. 

"Ribs. Tasted blood." And her leg is worse again but she basically already said that.

Wen Ying makes a small face of distress but says, "Thank you," and squeezes her hand. 

Squeeze.

Mmmm.

She sprinkles in a third tincture to the medicine and lights a flame beneath her mixing bowl with a gesture of her fingers. "A-Ning, come here and fan this for me."

He has finished doing Er-jie's bandages and can come do that!

Now she can go to Lan Zhan and investigate. She carefully feels around Lan Zhan's rib cage, and then her leg, and then investigates through extension of her spiritual energy again.

It's not too bad. Two ribs are broken, but nothing is punctured. Nearly all of the progress on healing her leg has been lost; this is a setback, but it doesn't need to be reset and Wen Qing has medicine that can help the pain.

She reports her findings. Lan Zhan is also going to be fine, as long as she rests and keeps off of the leg.

Wen Ying gives her wife a suspicious look. "Am I going to have to carry you to get you to keep off the leg?"

Oh no that's so undignified but so tempting.

"I won't exert myself."

"Off the leg entirely, Lan-guniang, at least for the next day."

"I will carry you if I have to." 

“Not while you’re hurt.”

"Dajie, are any of my injuries actually ones that would be exacerbated by heavy lifting?"

"You should avoid taxing yourself to recover quickly. But - no."

"I will carry you if that's necessary to prevent you putting weight on your leg," she reiterates.

"...in moderation." Wen Ying carrying her in her arms is pretty difficult to resist.

The medicine A-Ning has been watching over should be ready now. Wen Qing retrieves it and brings A-Ying the bowl. "Drink this when it cools down, it will help with the internal bruising."

"Yes ma'am," Wen Ying replies, taking the bowl with one hand spread under it to keep an eye on its temperature and saluting with the other. 

Lan Zhan leans against her shoulder.

Wen Ying leans back. Then she giggles. 

"So it turns out that when you asked if I was going to get engaged to Lan Zhan we were already married, A-Ning. We skipped engaged entirely." 

He huffs a laughs. "Ying-jie, I think when I asked you that you said that Lan-guniang wanted to marry a boy."

"I said she probably did! Most girls want to marry boys!"

Most girls are Wrong.