The gates of the courtyard swung open, and Yang Ye stepped in. But as he took in the situation in the courtyard, he froze.
His phoenix eyes widened slightly as he asked, "Why are you the one opening the door, and why is he seated looking so drained?"
"Because I'm healed, and he's tired from carrying me back just now," Qiao Xiaomai replied.
"Healed?" Yang Ye became even more surprised and instinctively glanced at her right arm.
She had changed her clothes, and her right arm was hidden under the sleeves, concealing the wound.
Qiao Xiaomai nodded and hopped around on the ground to demonstrate her current energetic state. She said, "I've just applied the dog's brain medicine on my arm, it's wrapped with clean cloth now. Please come in and sit, sir."
"Has it been applied completely?" While making his way further into the courtyard, Yang Ye asked.
"Yes, completely applied," Qiao Xiaomai confirmed with another nod.