Lu Zhongxun and Meng Wenyu hurried straight to the grand hall to request the presence of their Pavilion Master. Only their Pavilion Master could treat an injury of this nature, as no other doctor was fully confident in successfully extracting the arrow.
The soldier lay there, enduring the pain. The doctor, seeing this, comforted, "Only our Pavilion Master can personally remove this successfully."
"Don't panic, stay calm, endure a bit longer."
Hearing that the Pavilion Master of the Pill Pavilion would tend to him personally, the soldier felt both excited and disheartened, even despairing.
Who was he?
He was just a lowly soldier, not even an officer. How could he expect the enigmatic Pavilion Master to treat him personally?
Nobody outside had ever known who the Pavilion Master was, or even if it was possible to see him. It was exceedingly difficult.
What excited him was that there was an attempt to request help, regardless of the outcome; just this was enough to make him proud.
