Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 470 Diagnosis of Pulse
Nian Shutong's words made the dignified and demure lady chin slightly, her hands crossed and placed in front of her abdomen, and she made a big gift to Nian Shutong.

"There is Master Lao."

"Master please, this way please."

Huo Erye was also a little excited, sniffed hard, and led the way in front of him.

The servants next to him saw that the two heads of the family were so hardworking, and they didn't dare to neglect. They made way one by one, making way for Nian Shutong and the others.

Passing through the gate, there is a screen wall inside. It looks old, and according to the engravings on it, this screen wall is a valuable item.

After bypassing the screen wall, there is a spacious yard, which is a bit like an ancient building, but not so authentic.

Nian Shutong didn't take a second look. He took Fu Yunhe, Doudou, and a drowsy little pink pig through three courtyard gates, and finally arrived at a quiet courtyard.

"Master, this is my son's yard, will you come in with me?"

Nian Shutong turned his head and said to Fu Yunhe, "You wait here for me with you, and I will come as soon as I go."

"Ok."

After Fu Yunhe accepted, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper stepped forward and guided Fu Yunhe and Doudou to a gazebo in the yard to sit down. He also prepared snacks and fruits, which was a very high treatment.

At this moment, Huo Erye and his wife brought Nian Shutong into the room together. The room was divided into two, the outside was a living room, and the inside was covered by a curtain.

"Ahem—ahem——"

Behind the curtain, the sound of coughing kept ringing, but even the coughing was powerless. After the coughing, a clear and slightly cool voice sounded.

"Dad, is it you mom?"

"Qing'er, it's us."

Huo Erye's rough man's voice managed to squeeze out a little sweetness, he nodded to Nian Shutong, and opened the curtain with one hand.

There is a hole in the sky behind the curtain, and the space inside is several times larger than the living room outside.

Although the space is large, there are few things, a bed, a table, two chairs, and a couch.

A bamboo couch is placed in front of the window, and outside is a pond with blooming lotus flowers, elegant and refined.

But the lotus in this pool is not half as good as the people on the couch.

The white gown was worn on the thin body, and the skin seemed to have no color at all, only cold white.

This man seems to be an iceberg snow lotus on the snow mountain, blooming in the cold, alone.

It's just that these many lotus flowers will die soon.

Second Master Huo stepped forward, helping the man who was about to get up from the couch, feeling the skinny between his fingers, thin and weak, an old man blinked vigorously, holding back his tears.

"Qing, this is the master that Dad found, let's take a look, okay?"

The man's tone of discussion, as well as the hope in the eyes of the lady who followed in, made the man smile and say, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

In fact, the man himself feels that he has no cure, and his time is numbered.

But looking at the parents in front of him, he is willing to cooperate. This is their love for their children. When he thinks that if he goes, his parents will send the white-haired one to the black-haired one, and the man will feel very uncomfortable.

The man's cooperation made the lady at the door smile bitterly.

Why didn't she know that her son was only cooperating for the sake of their two old bones, but she had already given up hope in her heart.

Sometimes, Madam also wondered, should I just let it go and stop torturing Qing'er.

However, when she thought of the result, she felt as if a knife was piercing her heart, always thinking about what happened, what if it would happen next time.

If it could be done, but because of her giving up, they lost Qing'er, and she couldn't bear the consequences.

"sit."

Nian Shutong sat on a chair, waiting for the man to take his seat.

The man called Qing'er pushed away Erye Huo's support by himself, and moved his steps. Although weak, he walked over firmly.

"Thank you, Master. My name is Lian Qing, and I follow my mother's surname."

The man said this, glanced at his parents, and shared with some emotion: "My dad thinks his own surname is not good, so he must give me a good name."

From the man's words, it is not difficult to know that he really loves his parents.

"Very well, hold out your hand."

Lian Qing lifted up his sleeves cooperatively, his bony arms, with blue blood vessels, seemed to be wrapped only in a layer of skin.

Nian Shutong didn't have any abnormalities, she had seen all those without meat, let alone skinny ones.

She placed three fingers on Lian Qing's pulse, feeling his weak pulse.

Nian Shutong lowered his eyebrows, his expression unchanged.Huo Erye and his wife at the side were very nervous.

Can you do it?

Is it possible?

They really don't have the energy to listen to it again, there's nothing I can do about it.

In the whole room, only Nian Shutong and Lian Qing were very calm, one was taking pulse seriously, and the other was giving up completely.

Lian Qing didn't think he had any hope of surviving.

Three years ago, Lian Qing was still a genius, but from a certain day three years ago, he became weaker and weaker, his cultivation had no progress, and even began to decline, to the point where it is difficult to take two steps now.

He used the recuperation cabin, the treatment cabin, and all kinds of healing potions, but nothing worked.

A year ago, his father had been wandering outside all year round, just to find ancient medicine doctors and grasp that little hope.

In the whole room, there seemed to be only the sound of the wind blowing by. Lian Qing's parents breathed lightly, not daring to disturb Nian Shutong.

After about a few minutes, Nian Shutong took off his finger and it landed on the table.

"Can be cured."

"Master, are you saying it again?"

"Master, what did you say?"

Huo Erye and his wife said something to each other, their fingers were tensely clenched, and their eyes were fixed on Nian Shutong.

Even Lian Qing couldn't believe it, there was a spark in his eyes, but he didn't dare to have too much hope.

The family of three all stared at Nian Shutong.

"I said, it can be cured, it can be cured."

Nian Shutong specifically emphasized the cure. Seeing Lian Qing's parents, she burst into tears instantly. She was at a loss for what to do. She wanted to wipe her tears, but she was so excited that she didn't know where to put them.

As for Lian Qing, he just smiled lightly, and there was a bit of disbelief in his eyes, and even the part of disbelief occupied most of it.

Huo Erye was so excited that he wiped his nose with his sleeve, and asked Nian Shutong more respectfully: "Master, what's wrong with my Qing'er?"

Even Lian Qing was somewhat interested in Huo Erye's question, and he himself wanted to know why.

He watched it for three years, but no one could tell what his pathology was. Most of them said that he was helpless, and even more, he didn't even know the reason.

Nian Shutong looked at Second Master Huo, and asked, "Lian Qing was supposed to be a genius, right? You even used a lot of crystals for him, didn't you?"

(End of this chapter)