Ye Jinyan had never seen such a person before, what kind of time is it?
That was a sword wound, and it was on the chest. It must have hurt a lot, but he saw Yang Ming endure it without making a single sound of pain. He was still arranging everything and even considering the two of them. At this moment, he couldn't help but admire him.
He thought he had met many people, but such a person was indeed rare.
He spoke, "We're not in a hurry. Brother Yang, don't worry about us. Get some good rest."
Yang Ming nodded and stopped talking. He actually didn't have the strength to speak. How could being injured not hurt?
But at this time, if he collapsed, everyone would lose their backbone. He couldn't collapse, and he had to survive to go back and see his wife.
The brothers cleaned the carriage a bit. Fortunately, the spare blankets hadn't been soaked by liquor. After spreading the blankets, they carried Yang Ming onto the carriage again.
