You rascal, stop right there!

Two days later.

Gazing at the clear pond filled with lotus flowers, the four of them stood in front of the gate of the Lin Mansion, a famous herbal medicine family in Xingzhou.

It is not easy to have such a lotus pond in early September.

It is a quiet place with few people. The red scenery is like a natural ink painting, elegant and graceful.

Bai Wan felt excited and asked in a low voice, "He charges a lot of money, can we negotiate?"

He thought calmly with his hands, calculating whether the price was worth it and whether his current wealth was enough.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

He thought he was being very polite and knocked on the door with a bamboo pole.

There was no response for a long time.

"No one's here?" He suddenly shook his head. "There's a fresh smell of stinky tofu at the door. I don't believe it."

After going blind, his sense of smell became very sensitive.

Ling Shumo looked at this person, sniffing from left to right, or knocking on the door from time to time. He seemed to be rhythmically tapping some "General's Order".

He sighed inwardly: How come this man is blind yet still likes to play around so much, and is so frivolous when seeking medical treatment?

"I sincerely seek medical advice. Please see me."

The ruffian finally quietly raised his sleeves.

Once again, he switches seamlessly between the roles of a gentleman and a rogue.

"Snapped!"

The gate of the mansion opened.

There was an old man with a long beard and a bald head, and an old woman with gray clothes and white hair. They were the doctors of the Lin family - Lin Fu and his wife.

"How many syllables were wrong in the general's order just now?" the bald old man asked jokingly.

Chen Xingyi answered for Bai Wan: "Thirty-five."

"Every profession has its own expertise. This painter is not good at this, but he is just a little impatient." The old woman in gray sighed.

Bai Wan suddenly stopped, with an expression of admiration: "How did you know I'm a painter?"

Now that he is so blind, most people would probably just think he is an ordinary blind man, or at least a rogue.

But the bald old man looked at him carefully and said calmly: "You have calluses and blisters on your left hand fingers, and you smell like ink gamboge."

Not to mention, long-term painting has caused strain on the neck, back and arms, which as a doctor can see at a glance.

Ling Shumo looked at the scene in front of him and bowed respectfully: "Doctor Lin is so kind, we are here to visit you and seek medical treatment."

"You are seriously ill. You are all ill." The bald old man turned to the blind man and said sarcastically, "You are the only one who is lucky to be blind."

He spoke to all four people present.

Bai Wan got angry: "What did you say?!"

The old woman beside him was dressed neatly in grey, and was gentle and quiet: "He just has his old illness again, don't mind it."

She patted the bald old man on the shoulder, signaling him to go down and not make trouble.

Ling Shumo was very smart and noticed the problem immediately: "Actually, you are Lin Fu, the Divine Doctor Lin?"

Lin Fu's face was calm, without any trace of arrogance. "I am just a country doctor, not a miracle doctor. My husband is also knowledgeable in medicine, but..."

Bai Wan hurried forward and said, "Just not as good as you?"

Lin Fu smiled faintly, which was considered as his agreement.

She guided these people to the side hall, where Bai Wan sat on a bamboo chair and had her eyelids pried open for inspection.

"The blindness is caused by blood bruises from a fall. It cannot be cured for the time being. I can only do my best." Lin Fu paused quietly.

"Okay...I understand!" Bai Wan's voice trembled.

He originally just regarded it as one of the hopes, not the whole thing.

After a moment, Lin Fu asked: "I will ask you three questions. If your answers are satisfactory, I will treat you."

Bai Wan grabbed his sleeve and said, "Don't mention three. Even if you ask me how many days the stinky tofu in the west of the city has been stinking, I will go and smell it and tell you!"

cough!cough!cough!

Several people around him coughed lightly at the same time.

"What is the most important thing in your life? If you regain your sight, what will be the first thing you do? If you can't be cured, what will you do?"

White Pea almost didn't hesitate.

"Painting is the most important thing in my life. The first thing I have to do to regain my sight is to throw away the bamboo pole. If I can't recover, I will find a way to paint while I am blind, but I can't stop making money."

The tone was sincere, calm and gentle, and the words were decisive.

"Master Ling..." Chen Xingyi looked at the side for a moment, and said meaningfully, "Boss feels that the most important thing in his life is not you!"

Ling Shumo smiled slightly and nodded: "Isn't this normal?"

normal --

Chen Xingyi looked at the two people and felt puzzled and even more confused.

It was obvious that their love went against the laws of nature and ethics, but it was not the most important thing in their lives at all.

After hearing Bai Wan's answer, Lin Fuci put down her wrinkled hands. Unconsciously, she sighed and patted the blind man's shoulder.

Bai Wan couldn't see her, and only felt that the air was terribly silent.

But Lin Fu looked at him elegantly and said, "I heard from Xingyi that you are the legendary painting saint Han Miaoran."

This……

Bai Wan frowned: "It's just an empty name, it's useless."

At this time, Lin Fu only spoke a little: "It is indeed an empty reputation. I have seen your so-called priceless paintings six years ago, and they are not interesting at all. Six years later, they are a little better, but still boring."

"Wait!" Bai Wan suddenly grabbed the man's sleeve and said, "Why... do you say that?"

His expression was solemn, his usual cynicism gone, and there was actually a hint of anger in his face.

Except for Ling Shumo, neither Chen Xingyi nor A Yan could understand this anger towards Danqing.

After a while, Lin Fu said, "If you still want to continue painting, you have to correct your defects. Otherwise, it will be useless even if your eyes are cured."

"defect?"

Bai Wan believed that he had learned painting since he was a child, and that he had always been fond of painting common people, and did not pursue the so-called extravagant style.

He was puzzled.

"The three saints of Daying Art Academy were actually conferred by the royal family. The people worship the royal conferment, so they say that." Lin Fu remained calm on the surface, "You don't really believe it, do you?"

Bai Wan's expression looked a little ugly. He had always valued talent.

Lin Fu smiled slightly: "Can you tell the pros and cons of the painting styles of other low-level painters around you? You think highly of yourself and are conceited, right!"

Suddenly, the breeze around turned cold.

Bai Wan only remembered that Luo Wenqi was good at painting figures, Ling Shumo was good at writing cursive script, and Li Simeng was good at writing strange works. The current emperor was good at flowers and birds, and the previous emperor was good at landscapes.

As for the others, neither Shen Zhuyue, Song Xiang, nor even Cai Jiang, who had a good relationship with him, understood his painting style.

After a moment, Lin Fu said elegantly: "Your ambition is to draw the best picture in the world. This kind of obsession itself cannot stand in the world. Where does your confidence come from! Is it because of a crippled hand or a blind eye?"

Indeed, he had been pursuing this path for six years. In fact, he still has this obsession now.

Bai Wan sneered. If he could take it and let it go, why would he be so blind and still insist on painting to seek medical treatment?

"There are so many painters in the world." Lin Fu continued, "If you are not from the Royal Academy of Painting, who would know you?"

She added sharply: "You are not worthy of the title of Painting Saint!"

The person opposite suddenly flushed red in the face, and his chest felt heavy as if a huge rock was blocking it, and he immediately found it difficult to breathe.

Whoosh——

Bai Wan seemed to be extremely angry all of a sudden, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood while breathing rapidly.

Ling Shumo's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but shout: "Doctor Lin, what do you mean?"