Qian Ruixue's coffee cup clattered onto the coffee table, splashing dark liquid that she didn't bother to wipe as she lifted the hem of her skirt and rushed toward the utility room.
She rummaged through drawers and cabinets to find the first-aid kit, and the emergency tweezers clattered loudly onto the floor.
"Are you working as a security guard or a punching bag?" she asked, her hands trembling as she dipped a cotton swab in iodine and dabbed it against the bruise on her husband's cheekbone.
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