Column, although severely injured, was not dead yet. In a daze, he only felt a piercing pain at the back of his head and slowly managed to open his eyes.
"Thank you... Priest He..." When he realized he was lying on a kang bed and that the person tugging at his scalp at the back of his head, causing sharp pain, was He Yaozu, a wave of gratitude surged in his heart.
Although the three major families oppressed everyone with arrogance, making people resentful, they still fully tended to the injured. To be treated so kindly in a state of extreme weakness and vulnerability touched the deeply ingrained humility inside him, worn from years of being in a lower position. At that moment, much of his hatred melted away.
Having drunk a little, He Yaozu's actions with the knife to open the wound were somewhat clumsy. Hearing the thanks made him burst out laughing, "No need to be polite, just close your eyes and rest well. Soon, you won't feel the pain anymore."
