He is going to curl up in a ball on the floor and think about how great Wizard's Mind is. Knowing that this sucks now but he will be fundamentally okay is great motivation to keep being a wizard, actually.

And thinking about that means he's not letting Meng Yao into his head. 

She leaves him there for a long time. 

It's probably for the best that she has other things to do. 

Some endless time later--

"Still magic, I see."

"I'm not sure why you expected that to change."

He still loves her, but there is also a numb hollow dread in his chest when he sees her.

She smiles.

"There are 27 bones in the human hand. By the time I'm done with you, each of your hands will have 54."

"...and is this meant to intimidate me more or less than my own spleen?" Someone who should be a wizard would have cocky bravado, so he is just going to pretend at having that. 

She takes his hand in hers, kisses his knuckle, and then breaks it. "One."

There is only so much false bravado that can stand up in the face of pain. 

There's only so much the knowledge that you're going to be fine, you're hand will be fine, you are a wizard, can brace you against the agony, against seeing your hand bend the wrong way. 

He deliberately loses track of how many bones have been broken, so he can't even try to guess how long it will last.

And then the pain suddenly stops. 

Oh, that's nice! Completely nonsensical, but he likes this complete nonsense.

There are sounds of fighting and someone being thrown against a wall.

He should probably go help, but they maybe should have thought of that before they used his hands to demonstrate the two times table?

If they desperately need him, they know where to find him (curled up in a ball in the same corner as usual.)

He is scooped up in arms. 

He flinches.

The arms somehow manage to project intense guilt and shame.

Oh no, he's upset the ?arms?

"Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry--"

He is carried to a place that is not his cell. There is eventually light and outdoors sounds. Cars. 

He opens his eyes.

He's outside. He doesn't recognize the place. It turns out the person carrying him is running, heading towards a car with an open door and the key in the ignition. 

He cranes his neck to see who's carrying him, and opens the manual to see if he has been lucky enough to finish the Ordeal.

WHAT.

"Lan Wangji?"

Bold of you to assume Lan Wangji would answer that instead of gently putting Wen Ning in the back seat of the car and then buckling him in.

This is probably a smart move, seeing as his hands probably aren't up to buckles right now. 

"Uh, I hope you aren't planning to kill me? --it probably wouldn't take, anyway," he says, with the same tone he would use to apologise for taking the last tissue from the box.