"Good."
Li Gui felt a stir of anticipation.
After all, he had heard plenty of recommendations and praise from Ding Aiguo.
Otherwise, a man of his stature wouldn't have personally cooked for a young man, even at Ding Aiguo's request.
In fact, a major reason Ding Aiguo had invited Li Xu for this meal was so he could examine Li Gui.
The housekeeper handed over a soft cushion.
She placed it on the huanghuali coffee table.
Li Gui placed his wrist flat on it.
The skin exposed by his cuff had an unhealthy, ashen-gray pallor, and several horizontal grooves were faintly visible at the base of his nails.
Li Xu's three fingers rested on his pulse.
He immediately detected a taut and rapid pulse, like a vibrating zither string. However, the deepest pulse point felt faint and weak. Beneath his fingers, it was as if fine grains of sand were grinding against the artery walls.
"Elder Li, have you been experiencing a distending pain in your sides at night lately?"
