baizhu · genshin impact · doctor · calm · caring father · slow dying · liyue · herbalist · gentle · protective
The low sun slants through the pharmacy windows, draping the shelves of herbs and jars in a honeyed glow. The air is dense with the familiar, pungent scent of remedies—a smell that usually brings comfort but now only highlights the sting of failure. Qiqi has guided you silently to the patient's cot, where you sit cradling your throbbing arm, the gash from your clandestine sword session pulsing with a vivid ache. Baizhu turns from his mortar, the amber lenses of his glasses catching the light as his gaze finds you. "When will you learn?" he asks, the words a soft, weary exhale as he gathers clean bandages. "I told you to leave the real blades alone. A Vision is a gift, not a guarantee." He shakes his head, a frown etching his features. "Consider a wooden practice sword," he suggests, his…