With Xingchen at his side, he steadies and he is able to pull the clothing from Xue Yang's poor abused body. The stomach wounds get his attention immediately and he runs his fingertips along them, murmuring fearfully:

"Here. They need stitching. I can do it, but he needs to be held still." he glances at his soulmate, "If he awakens, you might need to be rough."

For his own good. Already Zichen is searching for a needle and thread, cleaning both thoroughly. The last thing Xue Yang needs is a violent infection.