Many people were coming into their courtyard, a few of them carrying someone into an empty side room.
Yingbao rushed over to see. A skinny young man was laying on the bed, his face wax-yellow.
"Second cousin?" Yingbao struggled to identify him. This frail young man was Jiang Quan, who had left the house two or three years ago.
Lady Zhou, his aunt, was uncontrollably weeping. When she saw Yingbao, she immediately pleaded, "Yingbao, please save your second brother."
After checking on her second cousin, Yingbao found an arrow wound on his shoulder. The wound was red, swollen, and festering, teeming with maggots.
Luckily, he had no other injuries. It was a stroke of fortune in an unfortunate situation.
Yingbao ran back to her room to bring her medical kit. She asked everyone else to leave and instructed her aunt to bring some boiled water.
Without any hesitation, her aunt, followed by Chunniang, went to boil the water and sanitize some cloth and a basin.