Old Master Li was in remarkably good spirits and chatted with Qin Shaofeng 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 watch helplessly as she took away the liquor he had already brought out.
After dinner, Qin Shaofeng took Old Master Li's pulse.
After checking his pulse, Qin Shaofeng sensed it clearly. Old Master Li looked energetic, but his physical condition was far from good.
Although he had undergone one round of needling, Qin Shaofeng estimated that if things continued like this, Old Master Li would likely fall back into his previous state within a month—his illness could flare up at any time and carry him off with a wave of his sleeve.
In other words, Qin Shaofeng's previous needling could only guarantee Old Master Li one month of stability.
That was no surprise. After all, Old Master Li's condition had already reached the point where the illness had seeped into his very marrow.
Even if he did not suffer another episode, Old Master Li's body would not last more than a year.
"Ha, what's wrong, Xiao Feng?"
Seeing Qin Shaofeng remain silent after taking his pulse, Old Master Li thought Qin Shaofeng was holding back out of consideration for him. He laughed and said, "Don't worry. I know my own body best. I reckon I don't have much time left, but I've already come to terms with it. So don't hold back because of me. Just say whatever you need to say!"
"Dad!"
Before Qin Shaofeng could say anything, Li Min's eyes reddened, and she threw herself forward.
"Silly girl, what are you crying for?" Old Master Li stroked his daughter's hair, his expression calm.
"I'm