His greatest regret was... understanding Sima Ping so well, he knew exactly which words would hurt Sima Ping the most, and he deliberately used malicious words to stab his best friend.
"Quick, quick, quick!" The city guards hurriedly ran over, carrying an elderly official on their backs, and placed him next to Lu Yuanpeng, "Quick, treat the general!"
The elderly official, frail with age, nearly had his bones jolted apart. He kneeled beside Lu Yuanpeng, gripping his arm to check his pulse, before looking at Lu Yuanpeng's back. He took out hemostatic powder from his medicine box and scattered it into Lu Yuanpeng's armor generously. Without suitable tools, it was not feasible to recklessly remove the armor and extract the arrow, so they had to resort to this crude method first.
Sweating profusely, the official, after roughly treating the wound, shouted, "Quick, bring a door panel, lay the general on it, and send him to a clean barrack! Move slowly, avoid jolting."
