CHAPTER 413: CHAPTER 409: SHE’S YOUNG BUT SHE’S TALENTED

Crowds watched as Qin Liuxi approached leisurely, looking as if he were merely strolling through the marketplace, causing their eyelids to twitch uncontrollably.

"This, this young man is also a doctor volunteering services?" the old servant asked, somewhat shocked.

The criticizing guard was even more astounded, incredulously stating: "No way, can a young lad with peach fuzz be a doctor? Has Li City run out of people?"

Dr. Mao and the others couldn’t help but frown upon hearing this, saying: "A young lad can indeed be capable. Buqiu, the little Taoist, is the Junior Temple Master of Qingping Temple. Though young, his medical skills are superb, surpassing even ours."

"It’s true, ability isn’t determined by age. It’s true she’s young, but she’s capable."

The people from the Dongyang Marquis’s side felt their cheeks burning from the sting.

The old servant, most able to put aside his pride, quickly gave a bow and apologized: "Senior doctor, we did not recognize Mount Tai, it was not our intention to offend, just that it was too unexpected since this young man hasn’t even had his coming of age ceremony yet."

Dr. Mao snorted proudly: "Few can match the medical skills of our Junior Temple Master."

Upon hearing this, Dongyang Marquis narrowed his eyes and looked towards Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi had already approached and said: "Dr. Mao, putting such a high hat on me, are you afraid I won’t be able to take it off?"

Dr. Mao smiled: "How dare I? It’s just that we aren’t skilled enough to diagnose this elderly gentleman’s condition and wanted to see your esteemed insight, which might educate us as well."

It’s a good opportunity to learn medicine, best to seize it.

Qin Liuxi glanced at Dongyang Marquis and said: "I’m afraid I can’t help, I wanted to examine this elderly man just now, but he didn’t trust me. Dr. Mao, if the patient doesn’t trust us, even with our skills, can we still not perform? Just now I was even harshly scolded, my little heart is still pounding fast!"

"What, scared? Who was so bold!" Dr. Mao said angrily, his eyes wide with fury.

Who could scare their young prodigy?

He glanced over at Dongyang Marquis’s people, his look slightly displeased.

The people of Dongyang Marquis were speechless:

I mean, if you’re going to make up a lie at least make it believable, doesn’t he look anything but scared?

Yet since these senior doctors recommended him, the guard who had scolded Qin Liuxi stepped forward, bowed, and said: "It was wrong of me to startle the little Taoist, please be magnanimous and neglect past misunderstandings to diagnose my master."

Qin Liuxi gave him a sidelong glance and replied: "You’re quite a grown man, capable of bending and standing straight, no wonder you can be a minor official."

The man’s expression shifted slightly, his hand subconsciously going to the sword at his waist.

Dongyang Marquis and his followers were also somewhat surprised, looking at Qin Liuxi with newfound formality.

"Don’t be so wary and on guard; didn’t you hear Dr. Mao? I am the Junior Temple Master of Qingping Temple, my Daoist name is Buqiu, I know a bit about face reading, right, General?" Qin Liuxi said with a smile as he looked at Dongyang Marquis.

Dongyang Marquis met her gaze, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s, and his presence as imposing as a tiger’s, but the lad in front of him showed no fear at all, as if facing a toothless old tiger, hardly intimidating.

Indeed, with his failing legs and weakened body, how could he still charge in battles on horseback? He’s become a toothless old tiger.

Dongyang Marquis laughed: "Junior Temple Master’s eyes are sharp indeed, not merely spouting nonsense. So, what else have you discerned?"

"If you want me to say it, it might sound unpleasant. If it evokes your sorrows, don’t blame me."

"Oh?"

"Your wife has passed away, your son died young, there is misfortune in your grandchildren, there are hidden instabilities in your career. If the General’s illness cannot be cured, years of hard-earned achievements might eventually amount to nothing."

Silence, complete silence.

The expression on Dongyang Marquis’s face remained unchanged, but inside his heart was like a tumultuous storm, a sense of panic spreading.

His gaze towards Qin Liuxi shifted from formal to solemn.

Volunteering here was a last-minute decision; she couldn’t have possibly known about my identity and personal matters in advance, so she wouldn’t know about these personal issues. But what she said hit the mark.

"All these you can tell from face reading?" He asked feignedly calm.

Qin Liuxi, with a slight smile, said: "A person’s facial features combined with their fate can indeed reveal much. Of course, face reading can change, and if it changes, fate changes with it."

"Then, in your opinion, can my fate still change?" Dongyang Marquis asked.

Qin Liuxi, sitting at a table, said: "Your fate changed the moment you entered this tent. General, may I take your pulse?"

The old servant, suppressing his excitement, personally rolled up his master’s sleeve, supporting his hand.

"That’s enough, my legs may fail me, but my hands are fine." Dongyang Marquis brushed him aside, placing his hand on the medicine pillow.

Qin Liuxi placed her fingers on his pulse, her expression calm. Shortly, she changed hands, asking: "When you got off the carriage just earlier, two servants had to support you. Your legs don’t have much strength, do they?"

Dongyang Marquis was surprised and nodded: "They have been growing weaker this year."

Qin Liuxi withdrew her hand, walked around the table, crouched down in front of him, lifted his robe, pinched the acupoints on his legs, tapped his knees, and didn’t forget to ask how he felt.

"How is it, could it be a case of atrophy?" Dr. Mao looked at Qin Liuxi as she stood up, asking hurriedly.

Qin Liuxi nodded, looking at Dongyang Marquis: "This condition hasn’t been for just a short while, right?"

The renowned doctors he had consulted before also diagnosed it as atrophy, so Dongyang Marquis wasn’t surprised to hear them say it again, and even without much disturbance, hearing Qin Liuxi ask this, he replied: "It’s been over two years now, and it’s getting increasingly numb, especially now that winter has come, it feels bitterly cold."

"You have a bit of fortune, now that your feet are growing weaker and becoming numb. If not cured soon, you will suffer a stroke, which means paralysis."

Qin Liuxi continued: "At your age, once you have a stroke, and with your legs already weak and numb, you might end up paralyzed in bed. But even if not fully paralyzed, if we can’t cure your legs, you’ll still be incapacitated."

"What?" the old servant exclaimed: "The renowned doctors in the past never mentioned a stroke."

Dr. Mao and several other senior doctors were alarmed, saying: "Junior Temple Master, how could he have a stroke? What about the pulse?"

"Didn’t you differentiate the symptoms? His limbs are numb, and numbness comes from deficient qi, stiffness from deficient blood. The Medical Classics have said, these symptoms are precursors to a stroke. Not to mention his channels are blocked, the cold evil remains unresolved, and considering his old age, for someone of his age with these symptoms, isn’t a stroke quite common?"

The elderly gentlemen were shivering: "!"

They deeply suspected she was actually mocking them!

The hand hidden in Dongyang Marquis’s sleeve clenched into a fist, his tone carrying a tinge of anxiety and urgency: "Then based on your view, Junior Temple Master, how should this old man’s illness be treated?"

Stroke leading to full paralysis, unable to speak, or at least with a crooked mouth and squinting eye, he didn’t desire either.

And since Qin Liuxi could articulate this, she must have a cure, right?