"Weak constitution, insufficient qi and blood, you'll need to nourish your qi and replenish your body afterward."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen."
She had been in prison for three years, so how could she possibly be healthy? Every menstrual period, she suffered excruciating pain. The prison was cold, and she was often bullied.
"Go back and take your medicine diligently, and in half a month, you should be able to replenish your qi and blood."
"Alright."
"Xizhou, come over."
The old master called out with a somewhat stern tone, "You can leave after your pulse has been taken."
This old man is really worrying himself to death.
If his son wouldn't marry, he would have to go to great lengths to shove a wife at him under the guise of bringing luck.
If his son wouldn't have children, he would have to press someone to take his pulse, fearing he might be infertile.
As Shen Wanxing thought about it, she suddenly let out a snort of laughter.
