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Sandu Shengsho. [ There's a faint rustle of fabric to go with the gentle greeting, as if he's setting something down perhaps. ]

If it is possible, a way can be found. How might I help you?

Thank you for your consideration.

My sister arrived quite recently. She was gravely injured and the healers here are ... working with her?

[His suspicion is strong and apparent in his words.]

[ A suspicion that is shared, but perhaps less violently. ]

They are not wicked of mind, I believe. [ The core of him holds to politeness. ]

I would be happy to check on their work, if you so ask it.

[ This is the man who had bodily carried Nie Mingjue away from such doctors when he'd been found. He won't let them tell him no. ]

May I have the name of the specific hospital she has been taken to?

Perhaps so. And though A-Jie may not have a strong core, she is still a cultivator.

[ He gives the hospital name and room number. His stance, while unspoken, is still there. Cultivators take care of their own. ]

I would greatly appreciate it. She had a sword run through her. She will-- Would. Die at home.

Even if she were not a cultivator, I would be honored to check on her.

[ More rustling of cloth, but this time there is also the subtle sounds of little jars being gathered - medicine, Jiang Cheng is welcome to assume.

But also there's a quiet little sigh. ]

I understand. I will go to her immediately.

Do you need me to bring anything? Assistance?

[ He remembers those sounds all too well when he was under Wen Qing's care. And that thought hurt, too.]