MTL - Master Sheng, Ma’am, She Became Popular All Over the World with Her Fortune-telling Skills-Chapter 104 The Luo family father and son (1 more)

  Chapter 104 The Luo family father and son (one more)

  Looking at the empty stairs, Zhong Miao suddenly felt a little uneasy, hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Zhong Feng, and said, "Third brother, let's go up and have a look too."

  Zhong Feng was stunned for a moment, but soon responded with a sigh: "Okay."

   He also watched Yuxiu grow up. He was born so bright and transparent, but he has endured so many hardships at a young age.

  Nowadays, people are getting more and more haggard day by day, and they may go there someday. While there is still a chance, it is worth seeing each other.

  Zhong Yuxiu's grandfather Bai Shide glanced at the two of them, snorted heavily, and led his little grandson upstairs in front of them.

   There are many people downstairs, but most of them are branches that have been separated for an unknown number of years. They came here just to make a face in front of Patriarch Zhong, so that they will have more room to speak in the future.

   It is not qualified to enter Zhong Yuxiu's boudoir to visit her.

  Therefore, there were only five people who went upstairs at the end, two grandparents of the Bai family, two fathers and sons of Zhong Miao and one Zhong Feng.

  At this time Xie Xihe had already entered Zhong Yuxiu's room, and saw the girl lying quietly on the bed from a long distance away.

  The girl had a jade face, with unhealthy pallor, lying flat on the bed with her hands clasped on her abdomen, giving off a quiet and well-behaved feeling even in her sleep.

   It's just that the breath is too weak.

  If it weren't for Xie Xihe's five senses to be sensitive, and he was a doctor, if someone else came in, they might think that she had no signs of life.

  Xie Xihe couldn't help but frowned.

  Patriarch Zhong was also looking at his daughter, and couldn't help but feel sad, and couldn't help looking at Xie Xihe: "Miss Xie, your father, can you really invite him over?"

  Xie Xihe looked at him quietly, for a long time, then said slowly: "Patriarch Zhong can guard Miss Zhong and the Zhong family by himself, so he must not be a dull person, so why bother to ask?"

  The Zhong family advocated opening their mouths, but they couldn't say a word.

  Zhong Yuxiu is known as the number one socialite in Kyoto, she is transparent, sensitive, and intelligent. How can Patriarch Zhong be a fool if she can give birth to such a daughter?

   At that time, he was so anxious that he probably didn't have time to think too much, but when Zhong Yuxiu's condition stabilized a bit when he got home, he thought of it—the elixir, there is no way that it came from Mr. Xie.

  Mr. Xie has been seeing Zhong Yuxiu for more than ten years, and each time he can only give her acupuncture to relieve her pain when she is ill.

  Every time I leave with a sigh.

  As long as there is a glimmer of hope for healing, why would he do this?

  So you only need to think a little deeper to know that it is impossible for Mr. Xie to develop any simple panacea.

  Then the answer is obvious—it was the girl in front of me, Xie Xihe, who actually made the pill.

  Since this is the case, it doesn’t make much difference if you don’t thank the old man.

  Patriarch Zhong thought about it, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

   Seeing that he had stopped talking, Xie Xihe passed him and walked up to Zhong Yuxiu's bedside before stopping.

   Looking closer, the girl's skin is so white that it is almost transparent. You can see the blue meridians under the skin at a glance, and there is a sense of vulnerability that can be broken at the touch of a finger.

   Weak to the extreme.

  Xie Xihe saw more.

  For example, the gray sickness at the center of her eyebrows was so thick that it almost turned into substance, or after the sickness, the golden light that was constantly churning and trying to break through the blockade of the sickness—the golden light of merit.

  This is also the sixth face besides the most common black, red, white and gray empty face, the golden face, also known as the face of merit.

  White face is luck, and people who have white face are mostly good people, who can guarantee a smooth life, good fortune and longevity, and it is the best of the five common faces.

  The face of merit is an upgraded face of white flour. Only those who have done countless good deeds and accumulated merit can add a little golden light to the white flour.

  For example, Patriarch Zhong has such a face.

  But the golden light between Zhong Yuxiu's brows was much more intense than Patriarch Zhong's, and it was only a little short of a completely golden face.

  According to the logic, a person with such a face should have everything going well, no disasters or illnesses, and all wishes come true.

  But obviously, neither Patriarch Zhong nor Zhong Yuxiu conforms to the physiognomy theory.

  This is quite worth studying.

  Xie Xihe stared at Zhong Yuxiu's Yintang for a long time, and had some thoughts in his heart, but it still needs to be verified to be sure.

  Of course, Xie Xihe didn't intend to verify it either.

   After all, this is another matter. It has nothing to do with her purpose of coming here today. She just came to see what's wrong with her elixir.

  Thinking of this, Xie Xihe withdrew his gaze from Zhong Yuxiu, pulled one of her hands, and reached out to catch her pulse.

  Xie Xihe slightly closed his eyes.

  However, before she could feel the pulse of her hand carefully, there was a shout like thunder on the ground: "Stop!"

  It was a slightly rough male voice. While speaking, the other party rushed to Xie Xihe's side in a few steps, and wanted to grab her arm.

A cold look flashed across Xie Xihe's eyes hidden under his eyelids, without hesitation at all, he lifted his foot and kicked him sideways, hitting the opponent's side with precision, knocking him over with one kick on the ground.

   Then he lifted his eyes and looked.

   Opposite him was a short and fat little old man, about sixty years old, who was looking up at Xie Xihe with disbelief: "You...you...you dare to hit me?"

  Although it was the first time they met, Xie Xihe recognized each other immediately.

   Raising his eyebrows lightly, he said, "Luo Ruiyang?"

  Luo Ruiyang didn't expect the other party to know him, and was momentarily stunned.

  Xie Xihe glanced at Zhong Yuxiu's face, then at the Luo family father and son, thought for a while, and put Zhong Yuxiu's hand back where it was, before turning to look at Luo Ruiyang.

   Apologize without distraction: "I'm sorry, Patriarch Luo rushed up suddenly. I thought it was some pervert coveting my beauty, and I had a conditioned reflex."

  Glanced at his waist, raised his eyebrows and said: "I just kicked a lump of flesh, so it shouldn't cause internal injuries, right? Patriarch Luo is trying to blackmail me by lying on the ground and not getting up?"

  Luo Ruiyang was still thinking about whose family's little girl's film this was, and before he could figure out why, he heard these two sentences, and was so angry that he didn't know what to say!

   It was his son Luo Hengming who reacted first, and quickly stepped forward to help his father.

   Only then did he look at Xie Xihe, frowning so much that he could almost pinch a mosquito to death, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? Who allowed you to talk to my dad like that?"

   "Speaking so vulgarly at a young age, how did the adults in your family teach you?!"

   Turning to look at Patriarch Zhong again, his eyes were extremely displeased: "What does Patriarch Zhong mean by bringing this kind of person in, humiliating our father and son?"

  (end of this chapter)