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Xie Shang's surgical incision had gotten infected. It wasn't serious, but it wasn't getting better either. He was reluctant to go to the hospital, so Wen Changling came by every day to clean and disinfect the wound.
She was a bit late getting off work today, and it was already dark outside.
She brought over some medicine, "Did you have a fever today?"
Xie Shang had felt a bit feverish the day before.
He set down the pen he was using to copy books, pulled over a chair, and sat down in front of Wen Changling, "No."
Wen Changling gently pushed his shoulder. They had gone through the wound-cleaning process so many times these past few days that a single gesture from her let him know exactly what to do. His body leaned back following her hand while he lifted his shirt with his left hand.
Wen Changling removed the sterile dressing to see the incision still red and swollen, "Why isn't it healing?"
Xie Shang didn't speak.
