When Madam Zhou asked her question, Qi Qian instinctively looked towards Qin Liuxi, and everyone followed his gaze, their expressions peculiar.
Could this young man be the renowned healer?
Qin Liuxi seemed oblivious to the scrutiny, his eyes fixed on the room, his gaze narrowed.
Such a dense aura of malevolence, almost tangible.
As she glanced at Madam Zhou again in the dim light, her features fell into Qin Liuxi's discerning eyes.
High forehead, straight nose, round and full chin—she seemed affluent. However, the wrinkles on her forehead, the sunken areas and thin flesh around the temples, and the scars on her face indicated a short-lived husband. Furthermore, the concave shape of her children's palace suggested difficulties in bearing offspring.
Indeed, no one is perfect. Despite Madam Zhou's wealth, she struggled with offspring and would soon lose her husband. Now, with malevolent energies surrounding her, her fortunes were on a downward spiral.
Qin Liuxi glanced again at the room enveloped in malevolent aura, suddenly realizing something, a cold smirk forming in his mind.
Madam Zhou felt a chill down her spine as Qin Liuxi's gaze pierced through her, involuntarily taking a step back.
Her intuition warned her it was best to avoid dealing with this young man; otherwise, her peace of mind would be shattered.
"Master Qi, what's your take on this?" Madam Ding was perplexed.
Qi Qian looked to Qin Liuxi and inquired, "Doctor Qin, what do you think?"
Is he truly a doctor?
Madam Ding's heart skipped a beat. This person's surname is Qin?
She couldn't help but feel somewhat apprehensive, her expression inscrutable, casting a few more glances at Qin Liuxi. However, no matter how she looked at him, he seemed unmistakably male, and she relaxed.
"Your husband is seriously ill, yet you're not by his side. How curious." Qin Liuxi directed his words at Madam Zhou.
Hearing this, everyone turned to look at Madam Zhou. Indeed, how could she, as a wife, not be at her husband's bedside during his sudden illness?
Madam Zhou felt uneasy. Before she could explain, Qin Liuxi continued, "Is this not the first time he's fallen ill like this?"
Initially about to return indoors, Madam Zhou paused at his words, subconsciously responding, "That's right. It started earlier this year; he occasionally faints without warning. At first, he would wake up on his own shortly after, and the doctors couldn't diagnose anything. But as the episodes increased, the duration of his unconsciousness lengthened, and he grew increasingly emaciated. We sought medical help from Qianjin Tang in Ningzhou Prefecture this time. How could you know?"
Qi Qian, standing with his hands behind his back, was not surprised in the least. Even without consulting a physician, one could predict. However, after this exchange, he had even greater confidence in Qin Liuxi's abilities.
Could he possibly cure the chronic ailment that had plagued their grandmother for years?
Qin Liuxi replied, "Your husband's illness has left you concerned but not frantic, suggesting either it's not his first episode, or you're indifferent to his condition, even wishing for his demise."
Ah, how malicious!
"Nonsense!" Madam Zhou retorted without hesitation, her voice stern. "My husband and I have been married for ten years, our love enduring. Despite my barrenness for many years, he never abandoned me or took a concubine. He even proposed adopting from Shantang to ease my sorrow. Such a virtuous man, how could I treat him with indifference? This affection, I would trade my life for it. You, a young lad, ignorant as you are, dare to utter such nonsense?"
Qin Liuxi couldn't help but chuckle. "Trade your life for it? I fear he may not be able to reciprocate such deep affection."
What does he mean?
"There was no need to investigate his illness initially. However, seeing your profound affection, I'm interested in exploring further," Qin Liuxi said, stepping into the room. "I'm curious to see how a man worthy of your self-sacrifice harbors such intense resentment."