[he'll find later, if he investigates the city's relevant shops, that carnations are one of the cheapest options for a flower that still has a reasonably strong pleasant scent; they don't have a deep meaning, otherwise, beyond Wei Wuxian simply liking flowers. Lan Wangji has no way of knowing that second part, though...

Wei Wuxian pokes him in the back with surprising gentleness, when he doesn't move into the room right away.]

Go sit. I'll get some bandages and things.