[This man is concerned, and with good reason, so Xingchen wouldn't have minded if he had offered help or a hand or any kind of guidance usually issued for the blind or unable, but he still appreciates that Wen Kexing trusts him enough to get by on his own. Pride is a silly thing, and yet they all have it in some amount.

so he follows, listening for rustling fabric and footfalls, as well as sensing the other man's presence at bare minimum. It's easy enough and they quickly make it to some desired area. Only for Xingchen to be hit with a horrible truth. It's what he asked to know, however, so while he breathes in, surprised at the description of Wen Kexing's husband's wounds, he does not recoil.

Nails that targeted the meridians in particular. This was done intentionally. And such damage must be terrible. Xingchen really doesn't trust himself to help beyond sharing energy.]

Wen Qing.

[Her name always come to mind when people speak of wounds or healing, though Xingchen doesn't want to refer every single case to her, especially if someone can get by with some simple bandaging.

This situation isn't going to get better with a simple bandage.]

She's a doctor among our group and one my shizhi speaks of highly. If he believes her to be one of the best in our world, then so do I.

[He bows his head.]

I wish I could do more, but I would not risk my measly knowledge of treating superficial wounds on someone you hold dear. Otherwise, I could help to purify a space or lead him in meditation, things that might slow down the degradation.