Lu Zhaoyan winced, "Ouch! It really hurts!!!" He explained, "It's so cold, and it's snowing. If I don't walk slowly, what if I slip and fall?"
Unable to refute, Weichi admitted silently that for a delicate person like Lu Zhaoyan, a fall would indeed be serious.
He asked with some concern, "Is your hand okay?"
Lu Zhaoyan, clutching his arm and grimacing in pain, shot back, "Don't you know your own strength?"
Weichi, feeling somewhat guilty, offered, "It wasn't on purpose. Shall I fetch the Imperial Doctor to take a look at it?"
Lu Zhaoyan groaned twice in pain, "Just help me get back first. I'm in so much pain."
Guilty and uncertain, Weichi dared not refuse.
"Fine," he said and then helped Lu Zhaoyan back to his residence.
After that, he sent for the Imperial Doctor.
As soon as the Imperial Doctor had finished the examination, Weichi asked impatiently, "Imperial Doctor, is Master Lu's hand all right?"