"I have this medicine too. Ning Xuan isn't just *your* Contractor; she gave some to me as well," Yun Han said, not to be outdone as he eyed the vial in Yu Mingche's hand.
"Then why haven't you used it?" Yu Mingche put his own medicine away. This medicine was incredibly precious. If he weren't worried about delaying Yun Han's recovery, he wouldn't have been willing to take it out.
"A minor wound like this will heal even without medicine." In reality, it was because Yun Han didn't have much of the medicine Ning Xuan had given him left, and he couldn't bear to use it.
"Really? It's your own body. If something's wrong, don't just tough it out. I can spare a few vials of my medicine for you." Yu Mingche shook the vial in his hand.
"What, feeling guilty after beating me up?" Yun Han said, sitting in his chair and raising an eyebrow at Yu Mingche.
