My wife is a witch princess.

Song Che helped her roll up her trouser legs.

The knee was noticeably red and swollen, with subcutaneous bruising spreading.

The doctor used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect and wipe away the old medicine stains, revealing a clearer wound.

He reached out, avoiding the center of the swelling, and gently pressed around the knee.

Does it hurt here?

Xia Li's brow furrowed slightly: "...It's sore and swollen."

"What about here?" The finger moved to the inner area.

“…more obvious.” She paused, as if searching for a description, “like being pinched by a goblin’s claws.”

The doctor paused, then looked up at her.

The girl's expression was serious; she didn't seem to be joking.

He nodded, asked no further questions, and turned to Song Che: "Help her roll up her trouser legs a little higher to support her heels."

"Does it hurt when you bend your knee to this angle? ... And when you straighten it? Do you feel anything stuck or loose inside your knee?"

Xia Li shook her head, her silver hair brushing lightly against the pillow: "It wasn't stuck, it just felt a little tight and painful at the very end."

"Okay." The doctor put down her leg and turned to her ankle. "Can you move your ankle? Try flexing your toes up and down. These are your brother's slippers, right? Take them off first."

Xia Li's ankle movement seemed relatively smooth, but when the doctor pressed his thumb on her outer ankle, she hissed.

"Does it hurt here?"

"……Yes."

Xia Li turned her face away slightly, her eyes saying, 'How can your human methods be so cunning?'

The lateral malleolus is swollen, and there is a pale bluish discoloration under the skin.

The doctor had a general idea: a typical chain reaction from a fall.

He glanced at the girl's striking silver hair and quickly made a note in the medical record.

"When you fall from the roof of a bungalow, your ankle twists first, then your knee hits the ground, right?"

Song Che nodded.

"At first glance, there's no obvious bone displacement, and the range of motion in the joint is acceptable. However, an X-ray of the ankle is needed to rule out any minor fractures." The doctor pulled out the examination form. "The family member should go sign and pay. The X-ray room is at the end of the corridor."

He paused, then added in his usual tone, "--It's a normal sliding door, just go in directly, no need for a pass."

Song Che: "..."

Doctor, your hearing is excellent.

Xia Li nodded seriously: "Okay, I understand."

The doctor watched the two figures leave the cubicle, shook his head, and sighed inwardly.

Young people these days really get into role-playing... but that girl's leg injury is real.

He lowered his head and continued writing the medical record. His pen paused for a moment, then he added a small line: "The patient has some interesting biases in his understanding of modern medical facilities. I suggest that the family pay more attention to this. This is not medical advice; it is purely a personal observation."

Chapter 7 clearly shows that he hit his head.

Xia Li held up a radiograph larger than her own face. She tilted her head, her silver hair slipping off her shoulders, and for the first time, a different expression appeared on her small face.

...Three parts bewilderment, five parts doubt, one part nonchalance, and one part feigned profundity.

Xia Li held the film up to her eyes, then moved it further away, repeating this several times before finally stopping.

"...Is that me on it?"

"It's obvious, this is you."

“It’s obvious this isn’t me.” She shook her head, lightly tracing the outline of the skeleton with her fingertips, her tone certain. “The body structure is similar, but the way the light and shadow are presented is wrong. Is this… some kind of necromancy? Or a divination chart?”

"This is your X-ray image; the white areas are your bones."

"But it was laughing, and I don't remember laughing."

“The skull…or rather, the skeletal structure, can appear to be smiling from certain angles.”

"You can too?"

"..."

Song Che felt his patience being ground to powder by a strange creature called 'Xia Li'.

My skull not only laughs, it fucking dances.

Song Che almost got tricked by her. "Don't worry about whether you laugh or not, just listen to what the doctor says."

This time, to prevent the prince from suffering internal injuries in silence, he gritted his teeth and demanded a full-body checkup. Two thousand silver dollars—Song Che felt as if his heart and wallet had been simultaneously emptied.

What else is there to say? The money is all yours.

Xia Li's attention was quickly drawn to the medicine cabinet.

Leaning on her cane, she slowly moved to the glass cabinet, leaned slightly forward, her nose almost touching the glass, and examined the various medicine bottles inside one by one.

Many of the ingredients and names were things she had never heard of in her century-long pharmaceutical career.

As is customary, she should buy a few bottles now and take them back to the lab to analyze the ingredients, try to replicate or improve them, and then... let Song Che test the medicine.

Song Che's heart suddenly raced, and the dead memories, carrying the strange scent of the potion, began to attack him.

[Song Che, it's time for your medicine. This time it's the recipe to make glow-in-the-dark flowers bloom on your fingertips...]

[have eaten.]

How are you feeling?

[My fingers are glowing like fireflies and starting to harden. Do I need photosynthesis, Your Highness? Never mind, just water me anyway; they say they've taken root...and can't move.]

Everyone else is just showing off, but Song Che is just pretending to be fancy. From then on, he vowed that he would rather face a dragon than drink Xia Li's newly developed Gou Ba Magic Potion.

You absolutely cannot stay in a hospital.

I glanced at my phone; it was 10 p.m.

He looked up, ready to take the cane and tell Xia Li to leave.

Xia Li was struggling to lift her constantly slipping pajama bottoms with one hand, while leaning on her cane with the other, bending over to examine a row of cephalosporin bottles.

Her silver hair cascaded down, partially obscuring her profile.

Seemingly noticing Song Che's gaze, she turned her head, a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, her eyes looking straight at him, the words 'want' clearly written in her eyes.

Song Che shook his head firmly.

Xia Li shook her head, mimicking his gesture.

Song Che: You can only choose one: fish or medicine.

"Can't we have both?"

You can't have your cake and eat it too.

“I don’t want bear paws,” Xia Li replied immediately, her brows furrowing slightly. “What does that have to do with me wanting medicine?”

Xia Li completely failed to understand Song Che's meaning. She was a very straightforward person, and she interpreted words literally. Xia Li's language system had clearly not evolved to the point where she could understand that 'bear paw' symbolized 'medicine'.

However, this is a good thing for Song Che, as he loves to bully honest people.

"You really want it?"

"...You can wash the dishes."

She immediately offered what she considered the most valuable exchange.

"No need to wash the dishes." Song Che took two steps closer, lowered his voice, and said in a coaxing tone, "If you're obedient, we'll buy them. Will you be obedient?"

Xia Li was clearly taken aback.

She straightened up, let go of her hand holding her waistband, and her pants immediately slipped down dangerously a little. She quickly grabbed them again and then fell into a hamster-like stillness.

Obeying is usually something a junior says to a junior. The witch has never listened to anyone's orders in her life, not even the king. But if she obeys, she can buy magic potions. It's not an unreasonable request. He even helps her cure her illness. Thinking about it this way, Song Che is probably just afraid that she will cause trouble and buy fake medicine or dangerous things.

After a long and arduous process of calculation, Xia Li finally came to a conclusion.

He's actually a really nice person.

"I will obey."

"Listen to me, we won't buy it."

Song Che lifted the bag of medicine in his hand. "These medicines are all yours. Cephalosporins won't cure your leg pain, and they'll permanently shorten your lifespan by one year."

"Okay, then I won't buy it."

Xia Li agreed, but something felt off. Assuming the outcome was correct, if she obeyed, she could buy it. Song Che said, "If you obey, we won't buy it." If she obeyed, she couldn't buy it. So, if she obeyed... could she buy it or not?

The derivation might be incorrect; let's try again.

Xia Li counted on her fingers, calculating the derivation results one by one, her eyes filled with stubbornness.

...Where exactly did things go wrong? Assuming the result is correct, then I'll just follow the instructions...

She blinked, then blinked again.

Her clumsy CPU is smoking...

"Stop counting, Xia Li." Song Che nudged her arm as she started arguing with him again. "Money shouldn't be spent recklessly. This isn't money I earned myself. I'll buy it for you when I earn more."

His voice softened.

Song Che's family was not wealthy; in fact, they were quite poor. His parents had no education or opportunities and earned their meager wages through hard labor. Song Che was reluctant to spend more than necessary.

"Whose money is this?"

"Damn it, there might also be Dad's secret stash of money."

Xia Li knew the concept of money: it was difficult to acquire and quickly consumed.

"But is there a difference in magical properties or market value between secret savings and ordinary money?" she asked humbly.

“There’s no difference. Usually, Mom manages the money, and Dad can only hide some…” Song Che’s voice trailed off. “Of course, I have reservations about this. I think men should also have financial autonomy, at least they should have enough pocket money.”