"What happened?" As soon as Yang Chuxia heard that Ye Zi'an was injured, her heart skipped a beat.
"Madam, the young master has an arrow wound on his shoulder," Ye Yi reported the important details.
Hearing that it was a wound on the shoulder, Yang Chuxia felt slightly relieved and quickly followed Ye Yi to the front courtyard. At that time, Ye San had already brought a doctor from the city.
"Brother An, how are you?"
Lying on the bed, Ye Zi'an's face turned pale. Seeing Yang Chuxia, he forced a faint smile, "Xiaxia, I'm fine, just a minor injury."
Seeing his condition, Yang Chuxia's eyes reddened, "Stop talking now. Doctor, how is my husband's injury?"
"Madam, rest assured, the arrow has been removed. He will recover after some time, but he has lost a lot of blood and needs nourishment." The old doctor had many years of experience and had treated numerous arrow wounds, so he was quite adept at this.