You rascal, stop right there!

As night fell, the entire garden house was slightly darker and more dewy.

Bai Wan woke up in a daze, but the draft he had drawn was gone. He suddenly wondered if his memory had gotten worse, so he drew it again.

The leg disability of Mr. Song in the painting has not been resolved yet, and I have a new idea.

After just a few strokes, the general was seen squinting his disabled left eye at the deer in the distance, with his disabled right leg stepping on the rock.

This reveals true heroism while hiding the offense of disability.

It’s just that the artist’s skills are not very good, so it still looks a bit simple.

He smiled slightly, feeling that this painting was not that difficult at all.

It was not convenient to get up in this situation, so he could only continue to lie on the bed, and then, bored, he continued to hold the pen in his left hand and draw lines habitually.

After practice, his left hand was no longer as uncontrollable as it was a few days ago, and the lines were much smoother.

The dim candlelight reminded him of the day when he was painting by candlelight. Now it was almost winter, and he didn't know where Brother Zichen had gone.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the door, which turned out to be the sound of drums beating in joy.

"That's great! I really didn't recruit the wrong person!"

"It brings honor to us lay Buddhists!"

……

Bai Wan closed the booklet without knowing what was going on. She felt that there seemed to be something interesting going on in the yard. She was hoping that someone would come into the house and tell her.

However, there was no response at all.

While he was half asleep, someone seemed to walk in and pinch his chin. Bai Wan felt something cold and bitter rolling down his throat.

"Young master, come here! Take your medicine!" the man said.

The man on the bed was a little dazed. He was not usually so honest and obedient. How could he just swallow the potion like that?

The man fell asleep again in a daze.

Day and night alternate several times.

Bai Wan couldn't remember how long the time had passed, nor how long the headache had lasted.

It was not until he fell into a daze that he heard someone sighing beside the bed and realized that something was wrong.

Several people came into view. A familiar white-bearded old man was taking his pulse. Chen Yu was even being carried on a stretcher to the side. The sissy with a big beard in the middle was looking at him very eye-catchingly.

The old man's eyes seemed to be misty, and he asked the old man anxiously: "Hey, doctor! What happened to Xiaobai?"

The person on the bed didn't understand what was happening and was still a little confused.

"Boss, you're finally awake!" Chen Yu moved closer and looked at him with surprise and joy.

Bai Wan held his forehead which was aching, and said through gritted teeth: "What's wrong with me? My head hurts like it's splitting. Get your hands off me!"

He pushed away the hand that wanted to touch his forehead.

The old man twirled his beard and said meaningfully, "My dear friend Bai Wan, how are you?"

"You! Aren't you Doctor Lin?" Bai Wan was stunned.

He remembered that when he left Baiyun City, Divine Doctor Lin said goodbye to Old Man Bai, saying that he had to leave because of important matters.

I never thought that the person was here.

"I just took your pulse and found that you had taken a drug mixed with alcohol. There happened to be incense of this drug in this room. As a result, you have been in a coma for a long time and cannot wake up!" said the old doctor named Lin.

"What? I... am unconscious?" Bai Wan's mind buzzed.

He is the one who schemes against others all the time, so why would anyone dare to mess with him!

Chen Yu frowned and said, "Boss, you don't know that you have been in a coma for three days."

Three days? The man on the bed found it incredible.

"The person who drugged you is so vicious. If we hadn't discovered it early, your long-term coma would have endangered your life." Doctor Lin picked up a pen and paper. "I'll write you a prescription. If you take the medicine, you will recover."

Bai Wan was a little annoyed. She came to Zhengzhou City just to sell herself and bury a fake father. She hadn't had the chance to do more cheating and deceiving things. How could she have offended someone and almost lost her life?

This is a drug and an incense! It's so accurate! I'm afraid it must have been done by someone in this house.

He was so angry that he said in a stern voice: "I have never left since I was carried in. The little bastard who hurt me must be from this house!"

Luo Wenqi and Chen Yu moved closer to him and thought what he said made sense.

"Well, I'll call all the painting students here and interrogate them one by one. I will definitely seek justice for you, Xiaobai." The bearded man shook his beard and clenched his fists.

"I'll eat something first. I'll leave these people to you!" Bai Wan felt weak and powerless, so he lay down again reluctantly.

Yes, I was in a coma for three days!

I haven't eaten for three days! It's good enough that I can still talk! Where do you get the energy to interrogate me?

In less than half an hour, the food was served in front of Bai Wan. He swallowed it immediately without caring about his image at all.

Seeing that he was not eating in his usual polite manner, Luo Wenqi was choked and didn't know what to say.

There were already twenty or so little children in white standing beside the bed.

They were all students of painting in Luo Wenqi's painting studio, and they were all about ten years old. They all looked at each other timidly, and no one knew what had happened!

"Is everyone here?" Bai Wan glanced at the group of people angrily.

Each of them is a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth. They look very timid and don't seem like they would do anything to harm others' lives.

Then, there was silence.

After a while, Luo Wenqi stroked his beard and whispered, "Hey, Xiaobai! I have another apprentice named Ke Yu, who is currently at the Song residence and may arrive later."

"Song Mansion?" Bai Wan couldn't help but be extremely surprised.

Luo Wenqi raised his eyebrows and said complacently: "Hey, Xiaobai! I thought that painting was difficult. I didn't expect my apprentice to draw it! Now he is praised by General Song and highly regarded. He is attending a banquet in the mansion!"

"Ah? It's drawn?" Bai Wan was still in deep thought.

This amazing guy actually managed to get past General Song.

He asked curiously, "What did he draw? How could he pass the draft?"

"Hey~" Luo Wenqi looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "He painted a picture of Autumn Hunting, showing Mr. Song wearing armor and squinting his left eye to shoot a deer with a bow. It not only conceals the general's shortcoming of being blind, but also makes him look more heroic and extraordinary."

Hearing this, Bai Wan narrowed his eyes and suddenly understood.

The content of this guy's drawing is too similar to his own sketch.

He recalled the loss of the small picture and felt sick.

No matter how well-intentioned they are, they can't shoot the same prey. The picture was lost by such a coincidence, and I also happened to be unconscious!

Bai Wandou knew that although he had painted fakes, he never signed his name and said that they were his own paintings. He only told others that he was distributing and selling them!

Even the buyers knew that they bought fake goods!

What's more, he has already received the punishment of imprisonment!

And this person stole his idea for his own, went to the Song Mansion to paint for money and fame, and even wanted to use drugs to kill himself! That was what was wrong with this person!

Good boy, you actually dare to come to your Grandpa Bai to cheat!

No matter what, this guy must be beaten so hard that he can't get out of bed!