Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 803: Chapter 804: Wanting the Prescription

”Old Bai, the person you mentioned, are they a man or a woman?” she decided to guide him and have him think again.

Old Bai said, ”Should be a man, right? No, not a man, a woman.”

Chiang Xiao: ”...”

Well, with just one sentence, she felt she could give up.

Who cares who she resembles anyway; she had no intention of searching for her biological father.

Old Bai himself gave up on the question as well and asked Chiang Xiao to sit back down before he started to inquire about her medicinal painting.

”I heard from Yu Zhensheng that this is a medicinal painting? Did you use good medicinal materials to paint it?”

”Yes.”

”That must be your secret then,” Old Bai waved his hand and said, ”You don’t have to worry about me prying; I won’t ask about these things. Back in the days when my partner painted, there were quite a few secrets too. Said there were some unique techniques and special tricks for mixing the pigments, anyway, I don’t understand.”

Chiang Xiao suddenly realized that maybe Old Man Bai just wanted someone to come over to chat with him about his partner.

But then, Old Man Bai abruptly changed the topic, ”However, I want to ask about the medicinal materials you used. Do you have a formula for them?”

”A formula?”

”Yes, a medicinal formula.” Old Man Bai went on, ”You know, it’s strange; I stood in front of that painting for a long time, and my spirits kept getting better. I could smell something from the painting, probably because you used medicinal materials. Those medicines are good for me, so I wanted to ask you for them. If used for consumption, the effect must certainly be better.”

As he said this, he shook his head and smiled, ”Xiao Chiang, I won’t lie to you—I don’t want to die yet; I want to live a few more years. If I die, that’s really the end of everything. This house is filled with my partner’s presence, and I want to think about her for a few more years. If I die, I won’t even be able to do that.”

Chiang Xiao never expected the old man, who was previously said to suffer from dementia, to have such lucid moments.

He really wasn’t foolish.

If the medicinal materials added to the painting could improve his spirits, wouldn’t drinking them brewed in a soup be even more effective?

There’s absolutely no problem with this logic.

In fact, if it came to medicinal materials, Chiang Xiao certainly had them.

Were all those medicines in the Space fake?

For someone like Old Man Bai, taking a dozen or so Ginseng slices to nourish himself should indeed result in a noticeable improvement.

However, she couldn’t become a medicine seller.

Besides, with Ginseng, there’s always a time when it would run out—what excuse could she use in the future? To say that her Ginseng really flowed endlessly, selling out only to be replenished?

That would cause even more suspicion.

Using the Magic Brush to paint, others wouldn’t know what kind of medicine she used or in what quantity, which could be sustained indefinitely.

So Chiang Xiao would absolutely not agree to give Old Bai the formula.

In fact, there wasn’t even a formula to give.

What formula could there be with a Magic Brush painting?

But she saw the hope in Old Bai’s eyes.

Old Bai was quite an honest old man, and clever too. Chiang Xiao wanted to help him and, in the process, help herself. But she couldn’t give him the medicine directly.

”Old Bai, the formula for my medicine can only be applied to paintings, not taken orally,” she said.

”Nonsense, how can there be a medicine that can’t be taken orally?” Old Bai didn’t believe it.

”It really can’t be taken orally. Moreover, the formula isn’t for curing diseases but for making the painting appear marvelous,” Chiang Xiao went into a mode of persuasion.

”For example, look at the waterfall I painted—you feel a cool mist, right? That’s the effect of one type of potion. And the peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain, there is a faint scent of peach blossoms, isn’t there? That’s also the effect of a potion.”