[ Don't blame Jiang Cheng for this. It's not Jin Ling's fault he grew up with his uncle the way he did and picked up bad habits along the way. AT the very least, he chooses to throw things that are not hard objects. They are soft things that do absolutely nothing for the conversation but to relieve how frustrated he's becoming with Wei Wuxian's lack of self concern.

He's not even mad about the the joke. He's more mad about how lightly he's still taking this entire situation. He really can die and it will not be a good feeling for poor Jin Ling who is partially responsible. That and it's not like Jin Ling hates him either. In more ways than one, he's slowly building some kind of relationship, no matter how awkward or ridiculous it seems at the moment. ]

Do you always do this? Treat your injuries, as if they're some joke?

[ He's still shooting Wei Wuxian a look for his apology. He's not accepting it that easily. He crosses his arm with a slight huff for the second part. ]

You can barely stand. Maybe if you actually took care of yourself, then we wouldn't be having this conversation.

[ You also wouldn't have to hear him nag you about your well being because you caused him to be like this! Remember?! ]