Ten days later, An Yi went to change the dressing for Gu Cheng. Because their door curtain was woven from straw, it couldn't be pulled open at all. The door was open, but the curtain was too thick to be of any use. She didn't bother to fiddle with it. When changing his dressing, she might have been a bit heavy-handed and touched the wound, causing the man to make all kinds of strange noises, which irritated An Yi: "Shut up, what is a grown man humming for?"
"I suspect you did it on purpose. You weren't this heavy-handed before. My wound has scabbed over. Look, you touched it and now it's bleeding again!"
An Yi pretended not to see it, applied medicine to his scabbed wound, and wrapped it with a bandage. The chest wound had healed, but the leg still needed time to recover.
Suddenly, he thought of something: "Where is my tray? That's my amulet. If it weren't for that tray, I might be dead. I actually forgot to ask you for it earlier,"
