Ah San's face turned cold, but fortunately, there was a doctor skilled in medical skills on board with them, otherwise, Master's arm would be useless.
The doctor spent two Shichen Chinese Time pulling out the arrow before bandaging Zhou Shu: "Master, the wound can't touch water for the time being."
Zhou Shu looked at the doctor's and Ah San's nervous expressions, saying: "It's not fatal." Injuries worse than this hadn't killed him before; though this small wound was troublesome, it wasn't a tremendous deal.
The doctor hurriedly left with the medicine box. Ah San stayed by Zhou Shu's side to accompany him.
Zhou Shu stood on the deck, looking towards the direction of Haikou. Haikou was the starting point of his life and witnessed his success, yet he hadn't expected it would all be gone now.
Ah San walked out from inside, looked at the somewhat lonely figure, and softly said: "Master, someday, we will return."
