She still looked bewildered, using her dirty little hands to grab the corner of her mother's clothes beside her.
"It seems that the arrow wound is festering," Ah Yi said in a low voice.
He had seen such wounds before.
Zhang Rongfang sighed and nodded.
Then he saw the group of people approach the caravan, each kneeling silently and kowtowing.
The two children with the heaviest injuries were pushed to the front and followed, kneeling on the ground.
These people kowtowed and made gestures, while continuously sobbing and speaking in a dialect or some barely recognizable Great Spirit mandarin.
Zhang Rongfang realized they were seeking help.
He looked at the front of the Commandery Princess's caravan, where two people wanted to come out but were held back by those beside them.
"Why doesn't the caravan want to help? It's just some medicine and food," Zhang Rongfang asked in surprise.
He was kind-hearted and could not bear to see such a scene.
To eradicate enemies is one thing.
