Heading to the Palace of Peace and Happiness

In any case, Zhang Xuezhou had been injured while in office.

He had held office for such a short time that it was hardly worth mentioning.

But as long as he had been injured in office, he would receive the benefits the court was obliged to provide.

Medical care, for example.

The Imperial Medical Hall was a medical institution established to serve court officials and the imperial household, and its physicians were the finest in the Great Han Dynasty.

These physicians treated high-ranking officials and nobles, and were beyond comparison with the owners of medicine shops on the street.

The medical resources at the Imperial Medical Hall were commensurate with their standing.

The medical care available to Zhang Xuezhou, an official with a six-hundred-stone salary, was considerable. He could use precious medicinal ingredients such as ten-year-old ginseng and lingzhi, without limit.

Of course, if Zhang Xuezhou died under such care, nothing could be done about it.

At his rank, this was the highest standard of medical care he could receive. Unless an imperial edict was issued, even using medicinal ingredients five or ten years older would overstep the rules.

Whether an illness could be treated within those limits depended on the medical officers' skills under the various conditions.

For example, while Zhang Xuezhou was "unconscious," he could have been treated with incense made from precious substances such as ambergris, which might have removed the Incantation Technique's trigger without harming him. But his rank was not high enough. In the end, with the medical officers at their wits' end, Medical Officer Chunyu had risked treating him, opening his skull and cleaning out his brain.

"The grand empress dowager is very concerned about your condition. By now, word that you've regained consciousness should have reached her. If the Palace of Peace and