After the old man left, netizens saw that the wound on Wang Shuo's arm had visibly improved, with only a faint pink scratch remaining.
"I also ask Master Tang to find a good master for Xiaohua."
Wang Shuo looked delighted and bowed to Tang Yu.
And before going off the air, he got two certifications from great masters.
The first hexagram ends.
Tang Yu picked up the teapot and stood up, wanting to add some water.
Seeing this, Lu Qingwan beside her took it smartly, "Haha, it's just a small matter, I can do it."
After saying that, he happily took the tea set and went to the tea room.
Dog legs!
Tang Yu laughed.
Naturally, I know what she is planning.
Just tap your hand and send the second lucky bag.
One second.
The lucky bags were sold out.
Tang Yu sent a video link invitation to the lucky person whose ID is [May my daughter be well].
Then, a middle-aged woman with a tired and haggard face appeared in the picture.
"Master Tang, my name is Liu Tingxiu. My daughter is terminally ill. The hospital said she only has six months left. For so many years, my mother and I have depended on each other, but I never thought..."
Liu Tingxiu couldn't help but cover her lips and swallow.
For a while.
After calming down, he said, "I want to ask the master for a health talisman..."
Her cheeks were sunken and her temples were gray, like a weathered mother with a face full of sadness.
Netizens in the live broadcast room felt a little uncomfortable watching it.
I didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.
This auntie looks so haggard. She must be exhausted by her daughter's illness.
The saddest thing is seeing the elderly die, as happened to the old man and her husband. Auntie only has this one daughter to rely on... If only Master Tang could find a way to cure her daughter's terminal illness.
[You really think the host is a god? If a terminal illness was so easy to cure, it wouldn't be called a terminal illness. Please don't use moral coercion against Master Tang.]
[Others might not be able to do it, but this is Master Tang, what if it really is true?]
[Brain-dead fans, the hospital doesn't need to be open anymore, it can just go bankrupt.]
[That's not the case. Not everyone with a terminal illness can win the host's lucky bag. The fact that my aunt won it shows that she and the master are destined to be together.]
[Stop arguing. She didn't ask the anchor to treat her daughter. She just asked for a health charm. That's not too much, right?]
Tang Yu glanced at the comments and didn't say whether it could be cured.
He just looked at Liu Tingxiu, thinking, "But from what I see in your Children's Palace, it doesn't look like you only have one daughter."
Liu Tingxiu just pursed her lips when she heard this, but did not deny it.
"...My daughter and I depend on each other for survival. My daughter is now terminally ill and only has six months to live. This is absolutely true."
She knows.
Tang Yu is very accurate in fortune telling and physiognomy.
Also be prepared to be seen through.
However, even if I have given birth to more than one child.
That has nothing to do with the purpose of her coming to the live broadcast room today.
She only cares about her daughter's condition.
Liu Tingxiu's eyes were red as he looked at Tang Yu with his hands clasped together. "Master, I just want to ask for a peace talisman. I hope my daughter can live longer. That's all. If you have other ways to save my daughter, I am willing to give everything."
Looking at her exhausted face, Tang Yu nodded, "Okay, let me see your daughter's condition first."
“Thank you, Master!”
There was a glimmer of light in his gloomy face.
Liu Tingxiu went to her daughter Feifei's bedroom with her cell phone.
Ever since I was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Feifei insisted on not being hospitalized.
"It can't be cured anyway. Even if I die, I'd rather die at home. I don't want to waste money. Mom, please stay with me during these last moments. Mom, please don't let me stay in the hospital. I'm scared."
In order not to worry his mother, he even pretended to be naughty as usual, tried to put on a relaxed expression, and took her arm to act coquettishly.
Looking at her daughter's pale and thin face, Liu Tingxiu felt heartbroken.
My daughter has been very sensible since she was a child.
Knowing that he had grown up without a father, he never took the ridicule and contempt of his peers to heart.
I even feel that my mother is the one who has suffered the most since she became a widow at such a young age.
She has her mother's love, and that's enough.
"Mom, I will definitely be filial to you."
My daughter’s energetic and ambitious words are still ringing in my ears.
But now.
She was only twenty-one.
You have to endure the torture of illness.
"Fei Fei, why don't you have a good rest?" Liu Yifei was lying on the bed, his back leaning against a soft pillow, holding a book in his hands, looking down and reading quietly.
Liu Yifei closed the book.
Her face was pale and her lips were bloodless. She looked at her mother sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled the corners of her mouth weakly.
"Don't worry, Mom. I feel much better."
I know she doesn't want to worry.
Liu Tingxiu touched Liu Yifei's dry hair, tucked in the corners of the quilt for her, and tried to look relaxed.
"Fei Fei, I have good news for you. Mom won Master Tang's lucky bag."
Liu Yifei is also a fan of Tang Yu.
The mobile phone shows live broadcast.
It’s really Master Tang!
Liu Yifei was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Master Tang, hello."
She looked surprised.
After all, he is a patient.
The smile seemed weak, and he even coughed with excitement.
Liu Tingxiu smoothed her back again and again, saying, "Fei Fei, I'd like to ask Master Tang to take a look at your illness."
Hearing this, Liu Yifei looked at Tang Yu with some anticipation.
Who wants to die if they can live?
If she died.
What should the mother do?
These days, she tried hard to act indifferent, simply because she was afraid of making her mother sad.
Deep down.
In fact, it is full of fear of death and unwillingness.
Tang Yu's eyes were fixed on her face, his brows furrowed. "To be precise, you only have two months left to live."
The air was stagnant for a moment.
Even though I'm mentally prepared.
Liu Yifei's body was still stiff, and his face became paler and paler, like a dead person.
Liu Tingxiu was not in much better condition, his face was ashen and his lips were trembling.
"Didn't the doctor say we still have six months left? How could this be?"
"Alas, since it's a terminal illness, it's already affected by many factors. Two months and six months... there's not much difference. Either way, the life span isn't long."
[The doctor isn't Master Tang, who can predict the exact day and second of your death.]
[Please don't make sarcastic remarks at this time. The young lady looks so young, but it's really hard to bear to see her get a terminal illness at such a young age.]
There are so many people who suffer from terminal illnesses at a young age. Should we all sympathize with them? Some even die at birth.
"Okay, I know you're cold-blooded, so I'll just go for it... Others can't sympathize because they haven't seen it. Since there's one right in front of me, why not sympathize with me?"
[Stop arguing and see what Master Tang has to say. I agree with one thing: if you don't meet someone, then forget it. But if you do meet someone and you have the ability to save them, why not?]
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