You rascal, stop right there!

"Hey." Chen Xingyi was furious. "It would be fine if you don't want to treat me, but why do you have to deliberately make me angry to death?"

"Xingyi, when have I ever pissed anyone off to death?" Lin Fu patted Bai Wan's back gently and wiped it with the prepared handkerchief.

Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan, and surprisingly, he looked better than usual, and his eyes and eyebrows showed a little more vitality.

"Do you feel better now?" Lin Fu asked kindly.

Bai Wan felt the depression that had been in his body for a long time eased. His brows relaxed and he looked at the old woman in gray beside him with some surprise.

He patted his chest and actually felt much better.

Lin Fu stared at him for a moment, then looked at him with a slightly gloomy expression: "Kid, if you keep forcing yourself to smile and act insincerely, you will get sick if you are depressed."

This……

The so-called joking and talking to oneself make one's emotions always half true and half false, and confusion and fragmentation have become instincts.

"You are indeed more powerful than Lin Shiqing, but my story cannot be explained in just a few words." Bai Wan sighed.

Lin Fu looked at him gently and smiled: "I'm his grandmother!"

I almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

The old woman had a kind look on her face. She patted his back again and turned to the others: "If a person is depressed for a long time, he will explode like a sealed stove. I deliberately angered him. It is good for his health to relieve his anger."

Bai Wan smiled sadly and turned slightly to the side: "Then I have to thank Doctor Lin. Actually, what you just said is not wrong."

The title of the Saint of Painting was indeed only bestowed by the previous emperor, and not given to him by the people of the world.

Most people only care about those who are as talented as themselves or even better than them. They are so conceited that they seldom learn from the strengths of other schools and do not know that there are always better people.

I know I have many flaws and am not a perfect person. If there is reason, I should listen to it and not just ignore it.

"You have good intentions, but I was too concerned and was disrespectful just now." Ling Shumo smiled slightly and bowed quietly to Lin Fu.

As a result, the old woman patted him on the shoulder and said, "You too, it's not good to suppress your anger and desire for a long time. It's not good!"

"cough!"

Ling Shumo coughed twice, quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his brows, and glanced at the person who seemed not to care about this matter.

Then, Lin Fu's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said to the blind man: "I am very satisfied with your three questions, but I am not sure I can cure your eyes. It may take a few months or even several years. I don't know yet."

"Then you can try to cure the disease as it happens. I can let it go." Bai Wan responded normally, no longer deliberately adding any cynical smile.

Lin Fu just turned sideways to get the brush and ink, and when he looked down and saw the inkstone shaking, he realized something was wrong.

She was startled and walked out the door.

"Old man, you messed up the medicine box again, didn't you!" she said angrily.

"I...no way!" came a stubborn tone.

The bald old man not far away frowned with embarrassment. In the chaos, the ground was in a mess, with countless medicinal herbs scattered all over the place.

Without looking, Bai Wan could feel the flying medicinal residues and something unknown being mixed together.

Lin Fu knocked on the other person's bald head, coaxed and tricked him into getting up from the medicine cabinet, and ordered two little medicine boys to help him down.

After a long while, the man turned around with a bit of apology: "My husband is ignorant, please forgive me."

The woman's tone was ambiguous, with a hint of helplessness in her doting.

"The medicines are all messed up and it's hard to separate them." Bai Wan sighed with amusement.

Lin Fu shook his head slightly and murmured, "I have been dealing with medicinal herbs for many years. Even with my eyes closed, I can tell them apart, and I can tell them right away with just one grasp."

Just close your eyes and grasp it accurately?

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses after thinking for a while: "Doctor Lin, how many kinds of medicinal herbs can you distinguish by smell?"

Hearing this, Lin Fu smiled and said, "It was okay when I was young, but now that I'm old I can only smell more than 200 kinds."

Seeing the emotion and inquiry across Bai Wan's face, Ling Shumo guessed what he was thinking.

Most of the pigments in paintings are made from plants and trees, with some minerals added. They have the same effect as herbs. Some pigments are even medicinal herbs themselves.

For example, the azurite powder is green and can cure wind, phlegm and epilepsy. Not to mention that rouge and gamboge are medicinal materials.

Although Bai Wan can identify the position when painting now, he cannot distinguish the light and dark colors or control the depth of ink, which is exactly consistent with the pharmacology.

"Doctor Lin!" Bai Wan finally said this.

"Before you cure my eyes, can you teach me to identify the intensity and depth of smells, distinguish all the weights, and the degree of dryness and wetness of plants? You are a miracle doctor, you must have unique skills!"

It’s true, I never forget about painting.

Hearing this, Ling Shumo looked at him with envy, his eyes seemed to have a sky of falling stars. He felt heartbroken for his blindness, but also deeply trapped by his stubbornness.

He even felt moved that this person could not forget his original intention at this time, and what he thought of was really rare in the world.

Lin Fu also looked at the blind man, and it took him a long time to guess what this man wanted to do.

"This is not something that can be learned overnight." She nodded with a dumb smile.

Bai Wan stood up, saluted, and cautiously took a step back: "Then ten days and ten nights, a hundred days and a hundred nights, a thousand days and a thousand nights!"

The man seemed to be groping to pick up the broken traces of medicine residue, and his facial expression gradually became solemn and clear.

He thought to himself that he had to prepare for the worst-case scenario where his eyes could not be cured.

The chess board can be drawn to confirm the position, and the herbal medicine can be identified by smelling the color range and depth, but there are still many difficulties to overcome...

Chen Xingyi couldn't believe it when he saw the way he was worshipping Yi.

He sighed: "What on earth is the boss thinking about every day now!"

"He is thinking about a way out, a way that no one else has walked." said the man in green.

Only Ling Shumo knew that with Bai Wan's temperament and habits, even if she had lost a lot, she would never indulge herself with only one choice.

Almost everything is planned.

Perhaps it is because of these strange qualities that he cannot let go even if it is not accepted by the world.

But the person facing his affectionate gaze could not see it.

Bai Wan muttered to herself, "I don't have the money for tuition. Can we discuss this?"

Several people looked at each other, not knowing whether to be sad or happy.

At this time, there were gusts of wind outside and the sound of sharp horse hooves approaching. The vibration made the sand and stones on the ground tremble up and down.

Several people in military uniforms staggered in from outside the door, and a man wearing half a silver mask approached slowly.

"It's quite lively here." Li Li glanced at the people in the room jokingly.

"Why are you here?" Ling Shumo's tone was gentle, but his eyes were indifferent and distant.

Li Li raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully: "I have to thank Lord Ling for this. If it weren't for you, how could I be forced to stay in the capital and live in seclusion?"