Wei Wuxian run into Lan Qiren's study as a storm. Although Lan Qiren had insisted that he did not need help, the diligent disciple who had found him in this predicament just had inform both his nephews and Wei Wuxian on top of that. This was humiliating.
Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen arrived just a second later and looked at him with worried eyes. Wei Wuxian kneeled by his side and his hands were hovering over him, not quite touching him though.
Lan Qiren's study was steadily filling with people. Even two doctors arrived by now.
Wei Wuxian seemed the most worried of all. Which was odd, their relationship was cold at best, why should he be so concerned now of all times? It was not as if Lan Qiren was dying.
"Doctor," Wei Wuxian immediately crowded the doctors after they had checked for Lan Qiren's pulse, "what kind of disease is this? How can it be cured?"
One of the doctors shook his head. All colour left Wei Wuxian's face. Lan Qiren had had enough.
"Out, everyone!"
How humiliating really, he had just strained his back and fell! He did not need a bunch of youngsters worrying over him.
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The Untamed - book of drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles/ficlets from the world of The Untamed and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation on various themes. Lately, I wanted to try improving my writing so I picked up several drabble and ficlets challenges. This is my first attempt at...
