Old Master Li was in remarkably good spirits, and he pulled Qin Shaofeng into conversation for a long while.
He even tried to sneak in a couple of drinks at the dinner table.
But under the watchful eye of his daughter, Li Min, he could only stare helplessly as she took away the liquor he had already brought out.
After the meal, Qin Shaofeng took Old Master Li's pulse.
Once he had, Qin Shaofeng could sense it clearly. Old Master Li might look spirited, but his physical condition was far from good.
Although Qin Shaofeng had treated him with needles once before, he estimated that if things continued like this, Old Master Li would likely fall back into that previous state within a month—where his illness could flare up at any moment and carry him off.
In other words, Qin Shaofeng's previous needle treatment could only ensure Old Master Li a peaceful month.
That was no surprise. After all, Old Master Li was already critically ill.
Even if he did not suffer another episode, his body would not last more than a year.
"Ha, what is it, Xiaofeng?"
Seeing Qin Shaofeng fall silent after taking his pulse, Old Master Li thought he was holding back out of consideration for him. He chuckled. "Don't worry. I know my own body. I reckon I don't have much time left, but I've come to terms with it. So don't worry about my feelings—just say whatever you need to say!"
"Dad!"
Before Qin Shaofeng could say anything, Li Min's eyes reddened and she threw herself toward him.
"Silly girl, what are you crying for?" Old Master Li stroked his daughter's head, his expression calm.
"I'm already old. And I, Li Youguo, have lived all these years and enjoyed glory all these years. I've gotten