"Then I will learn. Being a healer means you are constantly learning. There's always new medicine, new methods, and new techniques." Wen Ning listed. His right hand clinched slightly in reference to being deemed useful.

"I am not just Wei WuXian's sword!" he shouted and inwardly berated himself for showing a sign of weakness in front of him. Some of the black veins started to creep up his neck and into his face more as he tried to calm his rising anger. He was no longer that weak little boy they would pick on and say he would never be useful to his sect. Nor would he forever be a sword. He was his own person.