After listening to Qin Liuxi's words, Song Ye no longer had a look of contempt on his face.
She is right, no matter the age, someone who can say such words at such an age is not an ordinary child.
Song Ye didn't dare to look down upon her anymore, and still had some hope in her heart. Maybe she could really cure her sister's disease?
Thinking of this, Song Ye felt slightly relieved.
Qin Liuxi concentrated on feeling the pulse. After checking one pulse, he changed his hand to the other, and frowned slightly.
Song Ye had been paying attention to her face, and when he saw her frowning, he couldn't help but ask: "Master, what's wrong? I've seen many doctors, and they all said that I did have insufficient kidney water and insufficient sperm.
Yuan has been lost, so it has been difficult to have children these years."
When he said the words "It's hard to have a child", a trace of bitterness and embarrassment flashed across his face.
I would like to ask which man in this world can openly accept his infertility? How many of them do not regret being childless?
Especially Song Ye, it's not that he has never had a son, he has had one, or two. It's just like Qin Liuxi said, one after another, they die young, which is more hurtful than never having had one, because they have and then lose.
Qin Liuxi said: "The doctors the general has seen are not all quacks. It is true that the kidney essence is deficient, the lower yuan is not solid, and it is indeed difficult to get pregnant."
Song Ye's face turned even darker.
"But it's not like the general has never had a child. It shows that your essence has a foundation. You can use precise medicine to adjust the yin and yang of the body, actively take decoctions, and regulate the kidney essence, and you can still make a woman pregnant again."
Song Ye's eyes lit up: "You mean I can still give birth?"
"As long as you take care of yourself, all your wishes will come true."
Song Ye became more and more anxious after hearing this and asked: "What should we do? To be honest, I have been listening to the doctor's advice to take medicine, and even followed the doctor's advice to reduce sexual intercourse to nourish sperm, but it is just a fantasy."
"Please stick out your tongue and let me see."
Song Ye opened his mouth obediently.
Qin Liuxi looked at it carefully and said: "The tongue is pale and the fur is thin, the pulse is thin and weak, the complexion is dull and the hair and beard are prematurely white, the main kidney essence is insufficient, what about the general's defecation?"
"Ah?" It was Song Ye, an old man. Hearing this, he couldn't help feeling a little hot. He coughed and said hesitantly: "It's just slender, with nocturnal urination, and a few ticks."
He seemed a little embarrassed and tried to show his respect: "I wasn't like this when I was young. At your age, I could pee through an earthen wall."
Chen Pi was speechless: "..."
He looked at his master, if he knew you were a girl, he would probably be even more embarrassed, right?
Qin Liuxi didn't feel any strange at all, and said, "How long can sexual intercourse last?"
Song Ye: "!"
This master is still a child, how come she knows everything?
Just as he was about to speak, Qin Liuxi seemed to understand his thoughts and said with a smile: "Telling the doctor frankly about your condition will not delay the treatment, and also let the doctor know how to use medicinal needles."
Song Ye: "..."
He was a little embarrassed and said: "Maybe I am getting older and now I am not able to do what I want, so I can only do things hastily."
"The general is unable to have sex and must be physically tired. He is also worried about his sister's condition. He is overly worried and suffers from insomnia and dreams. It is no wonder that his face looks ugly. You are in such a bad mood, no matter how much medicine you take, it will not help."
When mentioning his sister's illness, Song Ye looked sad and said: "She is also in trouble. She lost her son at a young age and she collapsed."
Qin Liuxi raised his eyebrows: "You also lost your son?"
"Yes, I came here to order a new coffin for my nephew. The child's grave collapsed."
Qin Liuxi tapped the table, thought for a moment and said, "General, do you want to meet him?"
Song Ye was stunned. Didn't this mean that he was infertile? Why did they meet him again?
"General, you have forgotten that in our shop, you can practice medicine to save people, do fortune-telling, and sell peace talismans." Qin Liuxi said with a smile: "The general is the first customer of our shop, and he can give you consultation fees and so on.
You are cheaper."
Song Ye said: "Then please give me a look."
"Okay, please extend your hand."
Song Ye was stunned and stretched out his hand, but she was holding the pulse again?
Are all the magicians so nagging?
Seeing his doubts, Qin Liuxi explained: "There is a physiognomist technique called Taisu Pulse Technique, which can predict good and bad luck. I will just tell you, and the general will listen."
Song Ye became even more curious.
Qin Liuxi put his fingers on his left wrist, pinched the magic formula with his other hand, chanted Taisu Pulse Jue, closed his eyes slightly, and carefully felt the pulse on his wrist.
"I lost my parents in a disaster year when I was ten years old, and I am dependent on my sister for life."
Song Ye almost fell down in shock, but his wrist was held down by Qin Liuxi and he couldn't move.
"Twenty-year-old grass bandits took advantage of the military chaos and rose up to become heroes. Five years later, they were recruited, dressed in red clothes, and high-spirited. At thirty-year-old, they lost their eldest son, and at thirty-seven, they lost their second son. Their legitimate wife committed suicide because of missing her son, and she was frail in her prime."
Song Ye was trembling all over and looked frightened.
He prided himself on being a man who had seen strong winds and waves, but now he felt chilled from the bottom of his heart.
He has seen many swindlers and some who have some real skills, but this is the first time that he has been able to diagnose him accurately in the past half of his life by relying on the Fumai.
This is just a child!
A capable person regardless of age.
Song Ye's back was like a glow, and he kept choking on his saliva.
"The soul is not solid and has no children. If you lose your sister in the prime of life, your soul will return to heaven knowing your destiny. All your relatives will be cut off and your family fortune will be lost..."
Song Ye couldn't help but withdraw his hand and fell off the stool in shock. He looked at Qin Liuxi as if he were a ghost.
Qin Liuxi opened his eyes, looked at Song Ye who was frightened and turned pale on the ground, and said: "General's life is as bitter as coptis!"
Song Ye: "..."
Is this painful?
This must be called a tragedy, right?
He got up from the ground, pinched his tiger's mouth hard, and said with a stern face: "You mean I will die at fifty?"
"This is how the current pulse predicts good and bad luck."
"How accurate can it be?"
Qin Liuxi smiled and said: "If there is no turning point, there is a high probability."
Song Ye's face turned pale again, but he caught the meaning of her words and almost pounced on her: "You mean there is a turning point?"
"Destiny is not static. As long as one line changes, the other lines will change accordingly. This change will no longer be the original direction." Qin Liuxi chuckled: "General, the Lord of Heaven."
Song Ye smiled bitterly and said: "The Lord of Heaven, it is not enough for me to take away my parents, nor is it enough to lose my son or wife. This will only count if I die. Is this still fair?"
"But didn't God guide you to come to me? I may be the turning point in the general's fate."
Song Ye was shocked.
He stared at Qin Liuxi for a long time without speaking. After a long while, he took two steps back and offered her his hands: "Master, please save me. Will my destiny and pulse change after my body is adjusted?"
Qin Liuxi laughed and said: "The body is very important, but I'm afraid this fate is higher than it, because you will be weak if it changes. The general's appearance is actually not a short-lived person."
Song Ye looked puzzled. Just now she said she couldn't live to be fifty?
Qin Liuxi pondered for a long time: "I suspect that someone has given you, General, a curse of the art of hating victory."
What's more serious may be that the ancestral grave has become passive.
