Jia Dongxu, is he really Old Jia's son?

"First: This skill was taught to me by my grandfather, who taught me countless books and memorized numerous prescriptions, but I've never actually treated a patient with it! So, I'm unreliable; nine times out of ten, I'll go astray!"

"Secondly: If you've misdiagnosed, don't take it to heart; if you really mind, change doctors as soon as possible, don't waste time here!"

"Did you understand?"

Everyone was in a hurry to take the pulse, and regardless of whether it was accurate or not, they all shouted, "Understood!"

"Don't worry, it's not your fault!"

"Well said!"

"All done!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Dong immediately relaxed his arms, placed two fingers on Jia Zhangshi's wrist.

Hey—you know what I mean!

The old saying is absolutely true: good people die young, while bad people live long lives.

He's so healthy, he doesn't even catch a cold.

"Liu Dong, how am I?" Jia Zhangshi stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Liu Dong frowned deeply: "This is... difficult to bring up."

Madam Jia tensed immediately: "What happened? Tell me quickly!"

Liu Dong took another deep breath: "Please don't rush... let me think about it some more..."

He pressed his fingers firmly on the pulse point, staring at it for a full three minutes. Finally, he raised his eyes, gave Jia Zhangshi a meaningful sigh, and said, "Oh dear... Aunt Zhang, never mind, never mind, I can't say such things."

Madam Jia's face turned pale instantly: "Hey? Well, say it!"

"I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore!" Liu Dong waved his hands repeatedly. "Sigh... I must have misjudged you. You're not even fifty yet, you shouldn't be like this... I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Jia Zhangshi nearly fainted on the spot.

What's wrong with me?

Shouldn't one be under fifty?

Could it be... that I have a terminal illness?

"Xiao Liu!" she gritted her teeth, "Let's be frank, Aunt Zhang can handle it! Say whatever you want!"

People around them chimed in, "Yeah, tell us!"

"What are you dawdling for? Speak up!"

Liu Dong laughed instead: "It's alright, Aunt Zhang, you're in great health, you'll live to be 120 without even breaking a sweat!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and gestured: "Next—"

With her mouth still open, Jia Zhangshi was pushed against the wall by the people behind her.

No matter how much he pressed, Liu Dong only said, "You're really not sick, you're perfectly fine!"

Jia Zhangshi's heart was pounding:

Is that all there is to it? And yet, "you shouldn't be under fifty"?

Something's not right...something's really not right!

They're definitely sick! And seriously sick!

He dared not speak out, fearing the consequences...

She glared at Liu Dong fiercely, her eyes flashing: "Liu Dong! What are you pretending to be confused about? I'm sick, but you insist I'm not. Are you just trying to see me make a mess of things?"

"You're dreaming!"

"I'm going to the hospital this afternoon to get a thorough checkup!"

Liu Dong didn't respond at all, and turned around to put his hand on Jia Dongxu's wrist.

His brows furrowed again.

Jia Dongxu immediately shrank back: "Liu Dong... ah, no, Brother Liu Dong, what about me?"

Liu Dong grinned: "What's there to be nervous about? I'm younger than you, don't call me 'brother' without permission, it gives me the creeps."

Jia Dongxu: "Then...my body...?"

"That's good!" Liu Dong nodded with a smile, then paused, "But..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jia Zhangshi rushed over: "Liu Dong! Spit it out! What's wrong with my son? What kind of nonsense is this, stammering like that?"

"Don't even think about closing down today until you explain yourself clearly!"

Liu Dong withdrew his hand and sighed, "Aunt Zhang, I think... it's best not to mention this matter."

Madam Jia, her face dark, said, "Bring it on! You must bring it up! If something happens, it has nothing to do with you. Just tell me!"

Liu Dong nodded: "Alright! Since you've made the decision—"

He turned to Jia Dongxu and said, slowly and deliberately, "Your body is indeed fine. But there's one thing... you're infertile. And—it's hereditary."

Jia Dongxu's face turned ashen instantly.

Oh no! I... I completely forgot about this?

"Nonsense!" He jumped up abruptly, his face turning from white to red, and his neck swelled up.

Xu Damao looked bewildered: "Brother, what does 'hereditary infertility' mean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

Is Old Jia also infertile?

That's not right—

Isn't Jia Dongxu Old Jia's biological son?

...Wait a minute, Jia Dongxu, is he really Old Jia's son?

The neighbors pondered Liu Dong's words, and the more they thought about it, the more they realized that the words "family tradition" were truly no exaggeration!

"Nonsense!" Madam Jia slapped her thigh, her anger rising. "What's wrong with my son? Infertility? What nonsense!"

"He's perfectly fine!"

"Where did the baby in Qin Huairu's belly come from?"

Jia Zhangshi stiffened her neck, raised her voice high, and firmly believed that she had the case in her own hands.

When everyone heard this, they actually believed it to some extent—after all, the pregnancy was already stable, how could it be fake?

Liu Dong shrugged and chuckled, "Oh dear, I just took a quick pulse and glanced at it, it might not be accurate! If it's inaccurate, it's definitely because I'm not skilled enough, so please don't take it seriously!"

"Brother Xiangyang, let me see too!" Xu Damao immediately stretched out his arm.

"Why are you getting involved?" Liu Dong said with disdain, but his hands didn't stop. He still took the pulse and pressed the wrist.

This man should have had his lineage cut off in the 1960s—he was severely beaten by He Yuzhu in his early years, which completely damaged his health.

But right now? His bones are still strong, his back is straight, and he can even sneeze without flinching.

"All set, fantastic!" Liu Dong waved his hand. "Rest assured and live your life with peace of mind."

Xu Damao rubbed his hands together with delight: "Then how about you give your uncle another number?"

Liu Dong squinted at it, then rubbed his wrist and nodded: "No problem! It's just that I toss and turn at night, can't sleep well, have many dreams, and feel a little restless."

"Amazing!" Xu Fugui slapped his thigh. "Little Liu's eyesight is incredible! He predicted all my symptoms: tinnitus, weak legs, and chest tightness!"

The deaf old woman nodded eagerly, "My old legs are sore, I have chest tightness, and I always wake up in the middle of the night. He knows all my ailments as soon as he opens his mouth!"

The two of them sang in unison, and Jia Zhangshi was so angry that her face turned pale and she turned and left.

Back at the Intermediate People's Court, she was still muttering, "No! Absolutely not! They're just scaring people, saying my son has a serious illness—who are they trying to fool!"

"Mom..." Jia Dongxu took a deep breath, "How about we go to the hospital to get checked out? I'm afraid you can't handle it."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Madam Jia waved her hand dismissively. "He's just spouting nonsense! Saying my son is infertile? Did that child in Qin Huairu's belly spring out of a rock?"

The words had barely left her lips when she suddenly froze, her eyes instantly reddening. She covered her face, squatted down, and cried, "My grandson... If Qin Huairu hadn't left, if I had just endured a few more months, I would have been holding my grandson... Waaah..."

"Mom, don't cry, let's go to the hospital!"

Jia Dongxu knew perfectly well: whether he believed it or not, he wouldn't say it, but as soon as Liu Dong spoke, a chill ran down his spine—that kind of accuracy couldn't be faked.

After much persuasion, they finally convinced Jia Zhangshi, and the mother and daughter went out together to rush to the hospital.

"Uncle Er, there's something growing on your liver. It's been delayed for too long, and it's getting difficult to deal with."

"Auntie Er, you have a tumor in your uterus. You can delay treatment, but you won't last more than two years."

"Auntie, you're in great health! Eat more, sleep more, and you'll live to ninety-nine!"

"Uncle San, something's wrong with your lungs. It's a sign you're about to cough up blood."

"Uncle Yi, Master Yi... your heart isn't beating steadily. The doctor said it's 'myocarditis,' but we common folk call it 'a guilty conscience.' You should get it checked out quickly!"

The group of people outside were so shocked by what they heard that their legs went weak and their faces turned green.

Every time Liu Dong reports a patient's illness, it's like throwing a brick into someone's chest.