Chapter 127: Is Auntie Pretty?

True Qi slowly flowed from Yang Xun’s fingertips, probing Chen Xiafang’s meridians inch by inch.

The deeper he probed, the more tightly his brows furrowed.

Chen Xiafang’s liver cirrhosis was already in its late stages.

The meridians of her liver were almost completely blocked. The flow of qi and blood was extremely sluggish, and the balance between her organs was severely disrupted.

Probing it with his True Qi, the entire liver area felt like a parched, cracked riverbed, completely devoid of life.

Strictly speaking, at this rate of progression, Chen Xiafang had four to five years left to live at most.

Yang Xun slowly opened his eyes, his expression extremely grim.

He looked at the auntie before him, who had doted on him since he was a child. He opened his mouth, but couldn’t bring himself to say a word.

Four to five years...

’That number was too cruel.’

"Xiaoxun, how is it?"

Seeing Yang Xun remain silent for a long moment with such a pained look on his face, Chen Xiafang already had a bad feeling, yet her tone was surprisingly calm. "Just tell me straight. Don’t beat around the bush. I’m prepared for it."

"Auntie..."

Yang Xun hesitated, still unable to bear telling her.

"Go on," Chen Xiafang said with a faint smile, patting the back of Yang Xun’s hand. Her voice was gentle. "I’ve been in the hospital for over half a year. I have a pretty good idea of the results. Just consider this a second opinion, see if it matches what the doctors at the hospital said."

Yang Xun took a deep breath, clenched his jaw, and finally spoke.

"Auntie, your liver cirrhosis is in the terminal stage. Based on your current condition... you have about four to five years left."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yang Xun sighed inwardly.

He had already steeled himself for Chen Xiafang to break down in tears and was even thinking about how to comfort her.

However, to his complete surprise, Chen Xiafang didn’t cry upon hearing his words. Instead, her eyes shot wide open, her face filled with shock and delight. "Xiaoxun, that’s exactly what the doctor said!"

She hadn’t seen Yang Xun in over two years, and she hadn’t even told Mi Ting about the four-to-five-year prognosis.

’That means there’s no way Yang Xun could have heard it from someone else.’

’There’s only one possibility—he really figured it out just by taking my pulse!’

’To accurately diagnose her illness and predict her remaining lifespan just by placing three fingers on her wrist... that level of medical skill is simply astounding!’

"Xiaoxun, you... you’re truly incredible!"

Chen Xiafang’s voice was trembling. She stared intently at Yang Xun, a glimmer of hope gradually appearing in her eyes, and asked, "Xiaoxun, do you have a way to treat me?"

"Yes!"

Yang Xun nodded firmly, with almost no hesitation.

Chen Xiafang’s whole body trembled. "What is it?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"One moment!"

With that, Yang Xun closed his eyes and submerged his Divine Sense into his mind, beginning to rapidly search through the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture.

Seeing this, Chen Xiafang immediately fell silent. She sat perfectly still on the bed, not daring to even breathe too loudly for fear of disturbing Yang Xun.

Her hands were clenched together so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She stared at Yang Xun’s face without blinking, her gaze filled with anticipation.

Time ticked by, second by second, minute by minute.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

After about five or six minutes.

"Auntie, I’ve found a way!"

Yang Xun’s eyes snapped open, his face beaming with delight. "Acupuncture combined with medicinal baths can treat your illness!"

"Really?!"

Chen Xiafang looked as if she had been struck by lightning, stunned for a full two seconds before joy flooded her face like a bursting dam.

"This is wonderful! I can be saved! I can be saved!!"

As she spoke, Chen Xiafang could no longer hold it in. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the bath towel wrapped around her knees.

She wasn’t crying out of sadness, but out of sheer happiness.

She had checked out of the hospital early precisely because the doctors told her that her illness was beyond treatment and that she could only hold on for another four to five years at most.

’At the time, she had thought that if she couldn’t be cured, she shouldn’t waste money in the hospital. She’d go home and save every penny she could for her daughter.’

But now, heaven had unexpectedly given her hope.

The boy she had watched grow up actually had the ability to cure her!

"Auntie, don’t cry."

Yang Xun quickly pulled a few tissues from the bedside table and handed them to her, consoling, "Since there’s a way to cure you, there’s nothing to cry about. Just cooperate with me, and everything will be fine."

Chen Xiafang took the tissues and wiped her tears, nodding vigorously. Her voice was thick with gratitude. "Okay, I’ll listen to whatever you say."

"Then, while we have time, let me give you your first acupuncture session!"

True to his word, Yang Xun immediately stood up, ready to start.

"Okay!"

Without hesitation, Chen Xiafang lay right back on the bed.

The white bath towel wrapped around her barely covered the area between her chest and thighs, but her graceful curves were still clearly visible.

The voluptuous contours were faintly visible beneath the towel. A sliver of her fair abdomen and her long, straight, beautiful legs were all exposed.

GULP!

Yang Xun swallowed lightly and quickly averted his gaze. He said with a straight face, "Auntie, I need you to remove the towel. Otherwise, I can’t perform the acupuncture."

"Ah?"

Chen Xiafang’s face froze. She instinctively tugged at the towel, saying awkwardly, "Xiaoxun, I’m not wearing anything underneath..."

"Auntie, the acupuncture has to be done without any clothes."

Yang Xun’s expression was serious as he explained, "Wearing clothes will interfere with the guidance of qi through the meridians. The effectiveness of the acupuncture will be greatly diminished."

Chen Xiafang bit her lip, hesitating for a few seconds.

Then, as if she’d come to a decision, she decisively reached out, pulled the towel off, and tossed it aside.

’She was a woman in her forties. What was there to be shy about in front of a boy in his twenties?’

’Besides, this was for her treatment. When her life was on the line, who cares about being seen naked?’

In an instant, that perfectly flawless, mature body was laid bare before Yang Xun’s eyes.

Her fair, plump skin was like cream. Her full breasts stood high and proud. Her waist was slender but not frail, and the curve of her hips was round and full. The unique, mature charm of a forty-year-old woman was enough to rivet one’s gaze.

Yang Xun was dumbfounded. He stood there, completely stunned, his eyes glued to the sight before him, his mind a total blank.

"Xiaoxun, do you think my body is beautiful?"

Being stared at like this by a man nearly twenty years her junior, a faint blush crept onto Chen Xiafang’s pretty face, but she still feigned a magnanimous smile and spoke to liven up the atmosphere.

Yang Xun subconsciously nodded, his voice a little dry. "Beautiful. Your body is incredibly beautiful."

Chen Xiafang tilted her head slightly. A flash of deep, bone-deep charm flickered in her almond-shaped eyes as the corners of her mouth slowly curved upward. Her voice carried a hint of seduction.

"So... do you want to touch it?"