Small Fortune Collided with Great Fortune

Zhang Xuezhou finally understood how he had come to suffer the undeserved calamity of having his head cut open.

It wasn't that his luck had remained poor despite his reliance on the imperial court's fortune. Rather, he had very likely run afoul of a great figure with even greater Fortune.

Small Fortune had collided with great Fortune, so he had not gone under the knife for nothing.

Although he didn't know what Jin Chang had done over the past ten or so days, the Grand Empress Dowager was clearly badly hurt.

Zhang Xuezhou lay on the stretcher and said little.

His surgery was real, and so were his symptoms. Accordingly, no matter how he lay there, no one came forward to rebuke him for lacking proper manners.

Remaining on his back also spared Zhang Xuezhou a great deal of trouble.

He had wanted to get up after regaining consciousness earlier, but now he felt it was quite nice to lie down for a while.

Zhang Xuezhou described his symptoms one by one: difficulty getting up, a headache, and discomfort in his chest. The Grand Empress Dowager fell somewhat silent.

Clearly, the Grand Empress Dowager was not pleased with Zhang Xuezhou's symptoms.

A cultivator like Zhang Xuezhou had suffered so many complications after having his skull opened to remove the incantation trigger. The risk would be even greater when Medical Officer Chunyu took a knife to her.

"What did it feel like when your skull was opened?" the Grand Empress Dowager asked.

Having confirmed the identity of the person behind the attack, the Grand Empress Dowager was also looking for a way to resolve her physical problem.

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