Qin Liuxi t the sole grandson of Dongyang Marquis, Yue Ding. However, was his attire a bit too grand?
Dressed in a black brocade robe adorned with patterns of good fortune in gold thread on the sleeves and collar, and an embroidered Flying Eagle at the hem exuding an imposing aura, wrapped around his waist was a dark red gold-woven belt with a gleaming Jade Pendant attached, his hair was styled up and secured with a Purple Gold Crown embedded with a Ruby, truly exuding nobility.
Yue Ding was naturally a military man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, long dense eyelashes, wheat-colored skin, and piercing eyes, hidden sharpness, exuding a masculine aura all over, even sitting in a wheelchair that did not hinder his mobility did not diminish his robust and resolute deanor.
Despite being dressed like a peacock in full display, he was a true man: handso, dashing, and bursting with hormones!
The Dongyang Marquis did not deceive her, indeed he was handso and ca from a good family, truly a treasured son-in-law.
So masculine indeed!
The old servant, seeing admiration and a smile in Qin Liuxi’s eyes, felt relieved, this expression, stable.
Looking at their own young master, huh?
Yue Ding stared at Qin Liuxi’s wheelchair, his mind blank, his heart shattered.
Grandfather and Uncle Guan never ntioned that this Junior Temple Master was also a disabled, what was in front of him?
A disabled treating another disabled?
This was truly absurd, his mother would open the door to absurdity, the peak of absurdity.
Yue Ding felt he had been profoundly mistaken by his grandfather and the family servant. After traveling a long distance here, all jolted by the journey, the other party was also crippled?
His face darkened.
Seeing his complexion off, the old servant coughed and said, "Young master, what are you daydreaming about? This is Master Buqiu."
He stood next to Yue Ding, hand over his wheelchair, and forcefully jabbed a finger, thinking, greet her now.
Yue Ding looked up at Qin Liuxi, her face not gentle, instead showing a heroic bearing, dressed in a green dress and a Daoist bun, appearing even less feminine.
And her eyes, very beautiful and attractive, as if they could see through one’s heart, but now, they carried a bit of interest.
She is a girl, and a particularly young one at that!
Yue Ding emphasized this point internally, his face stern as he clasped his hands in salute: "I am Yue Ding, I have t Junior Temple Master."
He forced himself not to look at her wheelchair, but glancing down he caught sight of her legs, promptly diverting his eyes, wondering what had caused her disability? Seeing her not at all gloomy or troubled, did she completely disregard it?
"Is the young general perhaps thinking how a re disabled person like can treat your disability?" Qin Liuxi teased with a laugh.
Yue Ding’s face flushed, slightly embarrassed.
The old servant also just realized, slapping his forehead, regretfully said: "Look at this old servant’s mory, I totally forgot to ntion. Young master, Junior Temple Master is not what you think, her disability, is it due to that Taoist Sect’s Five Disadvantages and Three Deficiencies?"
Five Disadvantages and Three Deficiencies?
Yue Ding had been practicing martial arts from a young age, personally taught by Dongyang Marquis, always surrounded by n, never believed in gods or Buddha, he never visited temples or Daoist Temples to pay respect, firstly due to disbelief, secondly, he was also busy practicing martial arts and training troops, with no ti to spare.
Therefore, he did not understand the rules of the Taoist Sect, what this Five Disadvantages and Three Deficiencies were.
"Right, I am afflicted with Heavenly Punishnt, disabled for fun, who knows, maybe tomorrow or later, I might be able to stand up," Qin Liuxi said with a smile.
Disabled for fun?
This is truly infuriating!
Yue Ding’s lips twitched slightly as he asked, "Heavenly Punishnt?"
Are you kidding ? Talking about Heavenly Punishnt is even less believable than saying you bumped into sothing.
But he also knew that they were not familiar with each other, so it was not good to act improperly.
Qin Liuxi gave a faint smile: "It indeed happened. I did sothing that the rules of Heavenly Dao do not approve of, so naturally, I must be punished. People of the Taoist Sect are like this; they are constrained by the Heavenly Dao, just like how ordinary people are bound by laws and regulations. Otherwise, if you could do whatever you wanted, wouldn’t that be chaos?"
Listening to this, it made so sense.
"Extend your hand." Qin Liuxi wheeled herself to the edge of the desk, gesturing for him to place his hand on the dicine pillow. "Let examine your illness."
Yue Ding was stunned.
The old servant was delighted, seeing the young master looking confused, he personally rolled up his sleeve and placed his hand on the dicine pillow.
Yue Ding, seeing the interested look in Qin Liuxi’s eyes, felt his cheeks heat up and said, "Uncle Guan, my hand is not crippled."
"Calm yourself." Qin Liuxi commanded softly, already placing her fingers on his wrist.
Upon seeing this, Yue Ding didn’t speak further, quieted down, and just watched the girl opposite him who was seriously taking his pulse.
Qin Liuxi took his pulse, switched hands, and continued in silence; just as Yue Ding was about to ask, she spoke to Teng Zhao beside her: "Zhaozhao, you also take the pulse for the young general."
Teng Zhao was startled.
Yue Ding and his group darkened their faces; Qin Liuxi was already young, and Teng Zhao even younger, yet she asked him to take the pulse; were they being mocked?
The guards standing by the door wanted to rush in, but they rembered the old servant’s instructions: even a dragon must coil itself here, don’t cause trouble or make the Junior Temple Master unhappy; everything should adhere to the young master’s treatnt.
But was this truly serious treatnt?
"Master?"
"If I tell you to take it, then take it; it’s rare to have a patient with paralysis right in front of us, so observe closely." Qin Liuxi turned towards Yue Ding: "Rest assured, I’ll explain to you in a mont."
Yue Ding, having cultivated his patience to a certain degree, still felt it absurd to have a child, young enough to be his son, take his pulse.
Teng Zhao had already placed his fingers on Yue Ding’s wrist, feeling the pulse; he said to Yue Ding: "The young general’s pulse is rapid and fast, it needs to be cald before it can be properly assessed."
Yue Ding: "..."
He took a deep breath and composed himself.
Teng Zhao had already learned pulse-taking long ago; now, feeling Yue Ding’s pulse and hesitating slightly, he still stumbled through: "The pulse is deep, thin, and rough, the ridians are weak." Under Qin Liuxi’s gaze, a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead as he said, "Master, this is all I can discern."
Qin Liuxi smiled approvingly and said, "What I found is the sa, your direction in diagnosing is correct."
Yue Ding looked at the two, wondering if this wasn’t just a farce after all?
Though Teng Zhao was praised, he didn’t show any pride but instead furrowed his brow and asked, "Is the weakness of the ridians because his limbs and joints are immobile?"
"Of course, paralysis refers to weakness and lack of strength in the limbs, muscle relaxation, and inability to lift the limbs. When the ridians and joints are weak and immobile, it is called ’collapse.’ His pulse is deep, thin, and rough; if the ridians are not clear, then stagnation and accumulated blood will cause internal injuries, naturally leading to immobility."
Qin Liuxi looked at Yue Ding: "I see from your pulse that there is so stagnation, but it is not severe, at least not reaching the heart to further cause depression and upset, which is very good. I’m curious, given your paralysis, you do not seem completely despondent about it; I heard from the general that it was due to an injury. Would you care to share?"
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