Chapter 151: 150 Buqiu Says, Trust Me

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Chapter 151: Chapter 150 Buqiu Says, Trust Me Qin Liuxi declared she could heal the illness. Although Uncle Qian and others were excited, they calmed down and carefully asked her how it was to be treated, what medicinal materials were needed, and whether they should start with inspection, smelling, asking, and pulse-checking. Qing Yuan saw that Qin Liuxi had taken on this patient and joyfully went to offer incense to Grandmaster to share the news, and waited, as the golden statue would soon be ready. Qin Liuxi used a guest room as her consultation room and did not allow Qi Qian and others to disturb, only keeping Uncle Qian and Sifang to serve. She took a medicine pillow, asking Yu Changkong to extend his hand and began to feel his pulse. Soon she shook her head: “Excess fire in the liver and gallbladder, deficiency in liver and kidney yin.” Yu Changkong: “!” Qin Liuxi switched to another hand, feeling the pulse, and said, “Oh, the spleen and stomach are also cold and weak. Mr. Changkong, you really do not take good care of yourself, quite willful indeed.” Uncle Qian hurriedly asked, “Master, what do you mean by that?” “He hasn’t had a proper sleep for a long time. This excess liver fire, didn’t the doctors give you prescriptions to regulate it on regular days? It’s enough to have excess liver fire, but even your diet isn’t regular or balanced. Despite looking robust and strong, you’re actually weak inside.” In other words, it’s just a facade. Such a body, coupled with his chronic insomnia, she said he could suddenly die someday, and she was not wrong. Yu Changkong almost lost his composure, clenching his hands into fists. Sifang then explained, “Ever since he got the eye disease, which has not been cured for a long time, the young master’s appetite has not been good, and neither has his sleep.” Refusing to eat, especially during the first two years, he had become as thin as a bamboo stick. They, being the servants, felt sorry for him but didn’t dare to force him. “This eye disease originally stemmed from emotional trauma related to the simultaneous death of your parents. Anger, sadness, fear, excessive emotions surged, causing extreme pressure on your eyes, blocking the channels and stagnating the Divine Water, thus blurring your vision. Yet, you still mistreat your body, tsk tsk.” Everyone was suddenly shocked. Could this be discerned just from taking the pulse? Yu Changkong was cold all over, remaining silent. “Master, this...” Sifang looked apprehensively at his own master, these were matters that should not be spoken of. “Master, I overstepped my boundaries,” Uncle Qian gritted his teeth and looked at Qin Liuxi, “Master didn’t diagnose wrongly. When the young master was ten, his parents were brutally murdered before his eyes, which caused him to faint. When he woke up, he had this eye disease.” Yu Changkong closed his eyes, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, as if returning to that night, a scream piercing his eardrums, blood blinding his eyes, a vast expanse of scarlet. From then on, his world was stained with blood and darkness, devoid of light. “When you first contracted it, it could have been quickly cured if you managed to calm your emotions, supplemented by acupuncture and medicine. It shouldn’t have led to ten years of blindness, nor should it have dragged your healthy body down like this,” Qin Liuxi said. “However, you were young back then and had just lost your parents. It’s understandable that you were overwhelmed by sorrow.” “You are saying my eye disease could have been cured from the start?” Yu Changkong’s voice was cool and thin. Qin Liuxi replied, “Exactly, glaucoma caused by emotional injuries, with acupuncture, medicine, and massage, could have been quickly healed. However, you also need to cooperate, such as genuinely wanting to see the world again. If deep inside you refuse to see the things you dislike, then no Divine Medicine could save you.” Yu Changkong was startled. Qin Liuxi was confident about her diagnosis, withdrew her hand from taking his pulse again, washed her hands anew, stood up, and leaned closer to him, extending her hand too. Yu Changkong, guided by his senses, leaned back, quite alert and on guard. “Don’t panic, I’m just checking your eyes.” Only then did Yu Changkong sit up straight, feeling the other person approaching, bending down, his breath seemingly closer, and a scent of medicine wafted over, mixed with a faint fragrant aroma. Yu Changkong slightly startled, how could this be? A pair of cool and warm hands landed on his eyelids, Yu Changkong’s body stiffened, and he didn’t dare to move at all. He felt his eyelids being lifted, the other person’s breath was getting closer. “Your pupils are dilated and your eyeballs are stiff; you really don’t sleep but keep your eyes open,” Qin Liuxi released his hands. “Your eyes are already in bad shape, yet you don’t let them rest. Are you hoping they go completely blind?” Uncle Qian and Sifang broke into a sweat on their foreheads and couldn’t help but intercede, “Grandmaster, the young master can’t sleep peacefully or for long, always having...” “Uncle Qian.” Yu Changkong didn’t want his vulnerabilities exposed. “I can see that, severe insomnia, difficult to fall asleep, and tormented by nightmares,” Qin Liuxi said lightly, “But humans need sleep. Even those as tough as fine iron can’t withstand lack of sleep. It’s strange, all of you have trouble sleeping.” The Old Princess Consort was one, and he was another. Yu Changkong asked, “Grandmaster, have you never been troubled by nightmares?” “Nightmares are also nightmare demons, caused by demons entering dreams. I, a proud Taoist, if it dares to come, I respect it as formidable!” Qin Liuxi said with a smile. Yu Changkong: “...” Nightmare demon: So, I’m a trashy demon. Qin Liuxi went on to say, “For your eye disease, I will treat you daily with acupuncture and massage, supplemented with medication to reduce eye pressure; the treatment will take some time.” “How long?” Uncle Qian immediately asked. “It depends on his recovery, but no more than ten days.” “Ten days is possible?” Uncle Qian exclaimed, wondering if this was an outrageous boast or if she truly had the capability. “As long as Mr. Changkong cooperates, it might not even take ten days,” Qin Liuxi said. “Most importantly, Mr. Changkong, you need to let your eyes rest, including detoxing your internal organs. So, I will perform acupuncture and massage on you, and you can take a sleep, how about that?” Yu Changkong said, “As you mentioned, I have great difficulty falling asleep.” “That’s not a problem here, lie down.” Yu Changkong hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Sifang immediately helped his young master to lie down on the simple bed in the guest room, turned around, and saw Qin Liuxi approaching with a silver needle. “Mr. Changkong, I will perform acupuncture for you.” “Okay,” Yu Changkong closed his eyes. Qin Liuxi rubbed his Fengchi acupoint lightly, then swiftly gave a diagonal insertion of the Flying Needle towards the tip of his nose; seeing his body shudder, she said, “Don’t be afraid.” While speaking, she also performed acupuncture on various other acupoints like the Shenmen, Sanjin, and three yin intersection, inserting needles on both sides. “Grandmaster, your Flying Needle is very fast,” Uncle Qian, who had been watching close by and also possessed martial arts skills, couldn’t catch a glimpse of the needle’s shadow, only a blur before the needle was already placed. “By targeting these acupoints, it can help you balance your internal organs’ qi and blood, harmonize yin and yang, and calm and focus your mind,” Qin Liuxi lifted, inserted, and twisted the needle, securing it after attaining qi, then turned around and handed a piece of sleeping incense to Sifang to light. After a quarter of an hour, she removed the needles, rubbed the acupuncture points lightly, then gently massaged around his eyes, temples, Yangbai acupoint, and Jiaosun acupoint with her forefingers; varying the pressure while, at the same time, a section of ancient scripture flowed from her lips, as if transmitted from the heavens. Yu Changkong felt his nostrils filled with sweet medicinal and pleasant fragrances, and soft whispers echoed near his ears. His eyelids gradually grew heavy, his consciousness blurring. No, I can’t sleep. He suddenly trembled violently, his eyelids twitching, attempting to open his eyes. “Don’t be afraid, there’s nothing in dreams, trust me.” Suddenly, a voice in his ear, Yu Changkong’s consciousness scattered, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

Chapter 151: 150 Buqiu Says, Trust Me

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