My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 6 Xia Li didn't hit her head.

The city night view flows outside the window: shop signs, pedestrians returning home late, small convenience stores... everything is enveloped in the chill of the winter night.

This slow-moving taxi, however, is a warm, isolated island.

The song on the radio had changed; it was an older tune. Xia Li liked this one; the melody was melodious and brought her peace of mind.

"We're almost there. Be careful when you get off the bus, don't bump your leg."

The talkative uncle spoke less, gently braked the car, and stopped in front of the clinic.

He got out of the car and helped open the door.

The woman in the passenger seat stretched comfortably. When she saw the man return, she grabbed his ear, pulled it to his mouth, and said slowly and deliberately, "You just called me an idiot, right?"

And you even said that little girl was stupid, right?

"No way, my dear wife, you must have misheard me."

"Stop being silly, I've been awake the whole time."

The woman picked up a cartoonish sunflower and said, "You said you'd give it to me but you won't. You're just waiting for your brain to be eaten by zombies, you idiot Dave."

"They didn't say they wanted it."

"Fine, I'll give it to you anyway... You're not careful at all."

"This is not an excuse for you to twist my ear when I don't want it. 'Twisting' is not 'giving'."

The woman twisted her ear halfway around, then smiled and opened the car window, her voice gentle, "Young man, come here for a second, your girlfriend forgot something."

……

"……it hurts."

Lin Xiali covered her forehead and took a half step back. She was certain that there was a magical barrier blocking her way. Song Che had just left when she was ambushed by an unknown entity.

This human world... is not safe!

She bent her knuckles and carefully tapped the fog in front of her eyes.

Boom, boom, boom.

It was icy cold; the mist didn't appear out of thin air, but rather adhered to a transparent object.

A thin pane of glass separated her from the clinic interior. There wasn't much fog, and the doctor sitting at the front desk quickly noticed this aloof young woman who was really arguing with the glass, and her head hit the glass with a 'thud'... This girl is surprisingly strong.

Her face is pretty, but why doesn't she just push the door open and come in?

With silver hair, is she cosplaying as the Witch of Envy?

She has a nice face, and she would look even better when she smiles.

However, the patients who come here generally can't laugh.

The doctor smiled slightly, then his smile froze; he couldn't quite manage a smile now either.

Wait a minute, you're going to smash my window with a hammer!

Snapped!

The doctor watched as the small hammer fell, making a crisp sound.

My heart clenched, and I gasped.

However, nothing happened.

I almost forgot, our glass is bulletproof.

On the outside of the glass, Xia Li was subdued by Song Che after striking with a hammer. This bad habit had to be changed. He still didn't understand why the witch liked to chisel things.

What if I damage it?

Not knowing what to do, Song Che knew that he wanted to hurt someone. Xia Li listened to every word he said, but only half-heartedly.

The main theme is "knowing your mistakes but not correcting them, then making the same mistake again and then complaining."

Xia Li was intimidated by Song Che's imposing manner. Although she wasn't obviously smart, she ate a lot and spent money quickly.

Why are you angry at yourself when the other party attacked first?

...I was actually in the right.

Status remains -1.

Xia Li's expression was serious. She felt it was time to draft a contract and improve the regulations regarding freedom of action and the maintenance of status. Their issues needed to be resolved in a fair manner.

I just don't know if Song Che will agree.

Xia Li cleared her throat and resumed her princely tone.

"Song Che, I want to establish a contract at the level of an agreement."

Upon hearing this, Song Che recalled the relevant concepts.

A contractual magic agreement is formed, and neither party may violate it. Violators will be reviewed and punished by the Magic Goddess, and their noses will grow longer by one month.

The goddess of magic is reviewing this?

In the magical world, you can call me a nobody, but on Earth, you're ashamed to question me.

Song Che is a civilized person. He has no complaints about the goddess of magic at all. He was forced to sign an unequal contract with the unscrupulous Xia Li, which required him to taste magic potions for life. If he violated the contract, he would be punished by the goddess of magic. This caused him to suffer from stress-induced heart pain every time he drank a potion, and he almost developed a mental breakdown.

He... didn't care at all, he just cursed a few times when he had nothing to do.

Keep it up, big sister who likes to scrutinize others; there are plenty of people here who don't keep their word.

Hundreds of millions of work orders are enough to keep you working overtime until you find your horse has disappeared.

"Tell me, what agreement?"

"If I don't break things, you'll need to cook for me, and in return... I'll do the dishes from now on. It's an equal exchange, you won't lose out, and I won't be taken advantage of..." Xia Li paused, then hastily changed her words: "I won't take advantage of you."

"agree."

Song Che agreed readily, which made Xia Li feel that she hadn't set the bar low enough; she should at least specify that he would cook at least three dishes every day.

The witch plays chess, and once a move is made, there's no going back. She doesn't dwell on the past, but she is troubled by the magical barrier in front of her that is causing her trouble.

Xia Li pointed to the glass in front of her, "You need a magic pass issued by the city-state. Do you have one?"

Song Che lowered his voice and pulled the doorknob.

"Stop talking nonsense. This is glass, a sliding door. It's the same as your crystal window. Didn't you see that's the door handle?"

It turns out this is a door handle; it doesn't look like one at all.

Xia Li followed his force and tried to open the door silently. She looked at the doorknob, then at Song Che, her pupils saying "I see," but her face still maintained the aloofness of a witch.

She commented:

"The craftsmanship is top-notch; there isn't a single scratch on the surface, the transparency is excellent, and there's no dullness inside."

"Are you interested?"

Lin Xiali nodded. "Even human nobles have never used this technology. The impurity-free process can replace a regular star-gazing instrument. I want to see that star that I've never seen clearly before. That star... is blue and is very far away from us."

"The Witch's Death Star?"

"Yes, that's where all witches go. There's no one there who hates silver-haired witches."

"Actually, there aren't any here. If you want to see stars, there's an astronomical observatory here. If you have money, you can even take a rocket up there and eat grilled fish on the stars."

Song Che helped Xia Li in and gave the doctor an awkward smile.

"I'm sorry, she hurt her leg, so her brain... so her temper is a little strange. I'll keep an eye on her."

The doctor adjusted his glasses, his professionalism allowing him to maintain composure.

"It's alright. Left leg or right leg? Where did you fall from?"

"Right leg, it should be... the roof of a single-story building."

"Come here so I can take a look. If it's serious, go to the back and get an X-ray."

The doctor pulled out a form. "Name, your relationship to me, do you have your ID?"

"She forgot to bring it; she only has mine."

"Okay, tell me your name."

"Song Che, she is Song Li."

"Okay." The doctor filled out the form and gestured for Song Che to bring Xia Li to the cubicle. "Lie down and let me see your injured leg."

Xia Li lay awkwardly on the examination bed, her hands instinctively gripping the waistband of her pajama pants. Her waist and hips couldn't support Song Che's pajama pants, and the feeling of them slipping down made her frown, but she didn't say anything, she just carefully straightened her legs.

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 lowered 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 of it in the medical record.

"You fall from the roof of a bungalow, twisting your ankle first, then your knee hits the ground, right?"

Song Che nodded.

"At first glance, there's no obvious bone misalignment, 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 straight in, 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 of text: "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, but purely personal observation."