Listening to Qin Liuxi’s words, Song Ye’s face no longer bore any trace of contempt.
She was right. A capable person, regardless of age, who can speak such words at such a young age, is no ordinary child.
Song Ye didn’t dare to underestimate her anymore, and deep within his heart, a glimr of hope arose—perhaps she really could cure his sister’s illness?
With this thought, Song Ye’s mood slightly eased.
Qin Liuxi concentrated as she took the pulse, finishing one hand before moving to the other, her brows slightly knitting.
Song Ye had been paying close attention to her expression, and seeing her furrow her brows, his heart involuntarily tightened, he couldn’t help but ask, "Master, is there sothing wrong? I’ve consulted many doctors, all said that I indeed suffer from a deficiency of Kidney Water and a loss of essence, which is why I’ve had difficulty fathering children over these years."
When he spoke the words ’difficulty fathering children,’ a trace of bitterness and embarrassnt crossed his face.
After all, which man in the world could readily accept his infertility? And how many are without regret for being childless?
Especially Song Ye—he hadn’t never had children; he had two, only, as Qin Liuxi had said, they died one after another. This was even more painful than never having had any to begin with, because he had them, but then lost them.
Qin Liuxi said, "The doctors that the General has seen are not all incompetent. It indeed is a deficiency in kidney essence and a weakness in the lower foundation, which indeed makes conception difficult."
Song Ye’s complexion grew even more ashen.
"However, General, you have had children before, which ans your essence has a foundation. With precise dication to balance yin and yang and by taking dicine diligently to restore your kidney essence, it is still possible to enable a woman to conceive."
Song Ye’s eyes lit up: "You an to say I can still father children?"
"As long as you are properly regulated, naturally your wishes will be fulfilled."
Song Ye, hearing this, beca even more eager and asked, "What should I do? To be honest, I’ve been following the doctors’ prescriptions and drinking their dicines, and I’ve even followed their advice to reduce sexual activity to conserve essence, but it’s all been in vain."
"Show your tongue coating."
Song Ye obediently opened his mouth.
Qin Liuxi looked carefully and said, "The tongue is pale with a thin coating, the pulse weak and thin, the complexion lacks luster and the hair and beard are prematurely white, indicating a deficiency in kidney essence. General, how is your urination?"
"Ah?" Even for Song Ye, a robust man, hearing this made him sowhat flushed; he coughed, stamred, and said, "It’s thin and long, and I have frequent night urination, just drips and drabs."
He seed sowhat embarrassed, forcibly maintaining his dignity: "I wasn’t like this when I was young. At your age, I could pee through a mud wall."
The Pained Chen Pi had no words: "..."
He looked at his master, thinking if he knew she was a lady, he would probably feel even more ashad and have nowhere to hide.
But Qin Liuxi showed no reaction and asked, "How long can you last during intercourse?"
Song Ye: "!"
This master, still a child, how does she know all this?
Just as he was about to speak, Qin Liuxi seed to read his thoughts and smiled, "Being honest with the doctor about your condition won’t delay treatnt, and allows the doctor to know how to prescribe dicines and apply acupuncture."
Song Ye: "..."
Embarrassed, he said, "Perhaps it’s because I’m getting older, but now I also lack the strength and can only rush through the act."
"The General is weak during sexual activity, and you must feel tired and weary, also worries about your sister’s illness, excessive anxiety, insomnia with many dreams, no wonder your complexion looks so poor. With such a heavy heart, even taking lots of dicine will not help."
ntioning his sister’s illness, Song Ye’s expression beca even more lancholic: "She’s also having a hard ti, lost her children at an old age, and just collapsed."
Qin Liuxi’s eyebrows raised slightly: "She also lost children?"
"Yes, I actually ca here to order a new coffin for my nephew; the child’s grave collapsed."
Qin Liuxi tapped on the table, pondering for a mont, then said, "General, would you like a face reading?"
Song Ye was taken aback. This wasn’t about his infertility; why did she ntion face reading?
"General, did you forget? Our store provides dical treatnts, face reading, Divination, sells Peace Talismans, all of these services are available." Qin Liuxi said with a smile: "General is our store’s first custor, we can give you a discount on the consultation fee."
Song Ye said, "Then you give a Face Reading."
"Alright, please extend your hand."
Song Ye, stupefied, extended his hand. Was she doing pulse diagnosis again?
Are all God Sticks so cryptic?
Seeing his confusion, Qin Liuxi explained, "There is a Face Reading known as the Taisu Pulse thod, it can predict fortunes and misfortunes. I will only speak what I see; you, General, just listen."
Song Ye beca even more curious.
Qin Liuxi placed two fingers on his left wrist, her other hand forming a spell, softly chanting the incantations of the Taisu Pulse thod, her eyes slightly closed, delicately feeling his pulse.
"At age ten, a calamitous year, you lost your parents, leaving only you and your sister to rely on each other."
Song Ye almost jumped in shock, but Qin Liuxi held his wrist firm, rendering him immobile.
"At twenty, you turned to banditry, taking advantage of military chaos to rise as an outlaw hero. Five years later, after being offered amnesty, you donned the red, exuberant with pride. At thirty, you lost your eldest son, and at thirty-seven, your second son passed away. Your legitimate wife, in grief, hung herself, leaving you weakened in the pri of life."
Song Ye trembled, his expression filled with fear.
He prided himself on having braved great storms, yet now he felt a chill deep in his heart.
He had seen his share of swindling God Sticks, so with genuine abilities, but never had he encountered soone who, just by feeling the pulse, could so accurately recount his life’s past.
And this was only a child!
True ability knows no age.
Song Ye felt like there were thorns at his back, incessantly swallowing his saliva.
"Essence Soul not secure, hence childless; in pri years, losing your sister, reaching fifty years old your Life Soul returns to Heaven, all family ties severed, all family fortunes dissipated..."
Song Ye couldn’t help but pull back his hand, startlingly falling from his stool, looking at Qin Liuxi as if she were a ghoul.
Qin Liuxi opened her eyes, looking down on the frightened and pale-faced Song Ye, said, "General, your fate is as bitter as bitter herbs!"
Song Ye: "..."
Is this bitterness?
More like an utterly wretched plight!
He got up from the ground, pinched the webbing of his hand fiercely, and with a grim face asked, "Are you saying I will die at fifty?"
"As of now, the pulse diagnosis predicts such fortunes and misfortunes."
"How accurate can this be?"
Qin Liuxi smiled, "Unless there is a turn of fate, it would be eighty to ninety percent certain."
Song Ye’s face turned whiter still, but he grasped the implication in her words, almost lunging forward, "Are you saying there is a turn of fate?"
"The thread of fate is not constant; should one strand change, the rest will follow. With this change, the pathway of fate alters," Qin Liuxi lightly laughed. "General, the Heavenly Dao is suprely fair."
Song Ye let out a bitter laugh, "Heavenly Dao is fair, yet it’s not enough that I lost my parents, nor is losing my children and wife. Only by facing utter ruin will it count, is this really fair?"
"Hasn’t heaven guided you to my side? Perhaps I am the turning point in your fate."
Song Ye was shaken.
He stared at Qin Liuxi for a long while without speaking. After a mont, he stepped back and gave her a salute, "Please master save , if my body is healed, will the prognosis of my fate also change?"
Qin Liuxi smiled and said, "The body is indeed very important, but this matter of fate, I’m afraid, goes beyond it. Because it changes, you grow weak; General, your face reading does not indicate a short-lived person."
Song Ye looked perplexed; hadn’t she just said he wouldn’t live past fifty?
Qin Liuxi pondered for a while: "I suspect, soone has cursed you with the Suppression Technique."
Worse still, it could be that your ancestral grave has been tampered with.
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