Qiu Han looked at Yun Shengxia before rolling up his right sleeve, revealing his reddish-black old arm. "Since your father said you've learned medical techniques, I want you to examine my hand to determine my illness. If you can guess it, I'll help you and your three sisters join this sect without any tests."
"Isn't that the same as a test, Senior?" Meng Ke'er complained.
"Haha," Qiu Han laughed. "Young lady, have you ever heard the saying, 'There is no free lunch in this world'? You came here to ask for my help, so you have to meet my conditions, right?"
"Humph!" Meng Ke'er snorted.
"How is it, young lady? Are you—"
