A quarter of an hour later, the old doctor and the boy came out and saw Yang Chuxia waiting outside. He nodded and said, "Get some medicine with the boy, both soups and bandages. Once you have the medicine, you can go home. You have a village doctor in your village for changing the dressings; as long as there's no fever or inflammation, it should be fine."
"Ah, alright, thank you, doctor."
After bidding farewell to the old doctor, Yang Chuxia went with the boy to get the medicine. Afterward, she rented a horse-drawn carriage in the town. A horse carriage was steadier than a bullock cart, making it less likely for Ye Zi'an's wounds to be agitated once he lies down inside.
It was not easy to bother the boy at the medical clinic and with the help of the coachman, they managed to lift Ye Zi'an into the carriage and slowly started heading towards Yangshu Village. However, when they reached the entrance of Yangshu Village, Yang Chuxia faced a dilemma.