The military doctor was very steady, pressing the wound with a medicine pack while feeling his pulse. Seeing Zhao Hanzhang's anxiety, he said, "The General can try to call to him; if he wakes, great, if not, it's fine too."
Zhao Hanzhang: "Won't fainting from pain be dangerous?"
"There is a risk, but his pulse is still good now, not much difference."
Despite this, Zhao Hanzhang still called to Fu Tinghan, seeing his brows furrowed, eyelids slightly moving, trying to wake but not quite awake, she knew he heard, so she called more firmly.
The military doctor waited until the bleeding stopped a bit, then removed the medicine pack and began to clean the wound with a knife, to prevent arrowhead fragments and dirt from being left in the wound.
But as soon as the medicine pack was removed, Zhao Hanzhang saw the large bloody hole, with flesh and blood muddled inside; clearly, the secondary damage from pulling out the arrow was severe.
