Bai Yue pulled Wang Yan to the side under a tree. The coat he was wearing outside was already torn, and his arm was still oozing blood. Bai Yue didn't think it was looking good and anxiously asked the bystanders where the village doctor of Dawang Village was, then dragged Wang Yan along to go there.
"It's nothing, just a little wound. I just need to apply some medicine when I get back, and I'll be fine." Wang Yan didn't seem to care. He was used to getting injured every now and then from his regular work of slaughtering pigs—this little injury truly didn't bother him.
After all, when Zhang Er Lengzi attacked him, he had managed to dodge quickly, so the cut on his arm was just a scratch. He knew it wasn't serious, although the sight of blood always looked more unsettling to people.
