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?"