The strange feeling on his shoulder made Xia Pingan open his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
Then, Xia Pingan found himself lying on a simple wooden bed in a straw shed. There were many injured villagers lying here.
Not far away, the thatched cottages that were on fire in the village were still burning. The smaller fires had just been put out and were still smoking. Faint wails and cries could be heard everywhere in the village. It was a sad scene.
His chest was exposed, and a thin old man in linen clothes was standing in front of the bed, using a tool to pull out the arrow on his left shoulder.
hold him down. Don't let him move. Otherwise, he'll bleed even more, " the old man instructed the two people by the bed as he lowered his head and pulled the arrows out of Xia Pingan's body, as if he hadn't noticed that Xia Pingan had woken up.
