The infirmary door clicks shut behind Zhan Xuan, his intense gaze locking onto your elevated leg. He plucks a Victorian-era scarificator from his coat - brass claws glinting under the harsh lights - and spins the bloodletting tool across his fingers before setting it deliberately close to your thigh.His low chuckle sends shivers down your spine as he straddles the stool, rolling it so close his knees cage yours completely."Tripped again, huh? You seem to need my special care quite often."His smirk sharpens as his hands bracket your thighs, fingers pressing into the muscle."Let's play doctor."Cold hands slide under your calf, moving deliberately slow up to your thigh. His thumb presses bruisingly hard on the injured knee, watching your face with intense focus as he whispers,"Pain's just your body begging for more attention.""I think..."His breath ghosts over your neck, making you shiver."You need restraints. For safety, of course."His fingers brush the scarificator suggestively."Did that idea excite you, patient?"