Why are they so similar?
I must ask around later!
Staring at the old man, Chen Nan was very confused. If it wasn't for the age difference, Chen Nan would have suspected that the old man in front of him was the middle-aged man who stole the painting.
"What are you doing?" Lan Yuqin pulled Chen Nan and said, "This is my grandfather."
Chen Nan came back to his senses. He took two steps forward and greeted with a smile, "Hello, Grandpa."
"You must be Little Chen. You look like a talent! "Lan Qingfeng smiled and pointed to the sofa next to him." Don't just stand there. Come and sit down. "
"Thank you, Grandpa!"
Chen Nan walked over and sat down, but his attention was fixed on the old man's face.
Lan Qingfeng's smile was very kind. He looked at Lan Yuqin and said, "Yuqin, go and pour a cup of tea for Little Chen."
Chen Nan quickly said, "Grandpa, you don't have to be so polite. Miss Lan is my teacher. How can I let her pour tea for me?" Although he said that, Chen Nan secretly looked at Lan Yuqin proudly. It was as if he was saying to her, "Little girl, go and pour tea for me."
Lan Yuqin glared at him fiercely. She was furious. This guy was one thing on the surface and another in the dark. He was a hypocrite in name only.
Lan Qingfeng frowned when he saw that Lan Yuqin didn't move. Instead, she looked a little resentful. "Child, why are you still standing there? Go quickly! "
Lan Yuqin stomped her feet and turned around to pour tea with great reluctance.
"Little Chen, don't be offended. Yuqin is lazy. She frowns when she's asked to do something." Lan Qingfeng smiled bitterly.
So this girl is a lazy person!
Chen Nan looked at Lan Yuqin, who was bending over the water dispenser. He shook his head and smiled. "Grandpa, don't say that. I think Miss Lan is very nice. She's gentle and kind. She's also very attentive in teaching. My classmates like her very much!"
When the old man heard this, he was so happy that he could not close his mouth. "That's good, that's good."
Lan Yuqin, who was pouring tea, couldn't help but glance at Chen Nan. She muttered in her heart, "At least this bastard has some conscience."
However, regarding the words "gentle and kind", Lan Yuqin herself had some doubts. When had she ever been gentle? Especially in front of Chen Nan, she was like a spicy female teacher.
"Here, drink it while it's still hot!" Lan Yuqin walked over and handed the teacup to Chen Nan.
Chen Nan was speechless. Drinking tea while it was still hot? Did he think he was drinking medicine?
The three of them chatted for a while before Chen Nan got down to business. "Grandpa, I heard from Professor Lan that you have an old injury on your leg. Can I have a look? "
"Of course." The old man quickly nodded and said, "Do you want to watch it here or somewhere else?"
"Let's go somewhere else." Chen Nan smiled.
"Okay, let's go to my room."
The old man stood up and walked to his room. Chen Nan followed behind him.
After entering the room, Chen Nan looked at Lan Yuqin. "Professor Lan, please go out. I don't need your help."
"Can't I watch from the side?" Lan Yuqin said.
Chen Nan smiled and shook his head. He did not give a reason. In fact, he had asked Lan Yuqin to come in because he wanted to ask about the middle-aged man who had snatched the painting. Otherwise, he would not have avoided Lan Yuqin.
"Yuqin, since little Chen said so, he must have his reasons. You can go out," the old man said.
"But …"
Lan Yuqin glared at Chen Nan and turned to leave unhappily. She felt that this bastard was deliberately going against her and driving her out.
You dare to drive me out of the room? I'll drive you out of the classroom next time.
Hmph! Lan Yuqin secretly gritted her teeth. She was extremely unhappy. She walked out of the room and closed the door.
Only Chen Nan and Lan Qingfeng were left in the room.
Chen Nan rolled up the old man's trousers and checked a few old gunshot wounds. Then, he took out a medicine bottle and applied some of the blue medicine on the old wounds.
The old man only felt a cool aura gradually spreading over the old wounds. He could not help but be surprised. "What medicine is this? It's amazing. "
"It's an ancestral prescription. The effect is quite good." Chen Nan casually lied and smiled. "Your old wounds are not a big problem. It's just that they have been there for a long time. You still need to take a few doses of medicine to heal them. If they are new wounds that have been there for two or three years, two drops of this medicine will be enough to heal them. "
The old man said in disbelief, "Do I really only need to take a few doses of medicine?"
It was no wonder that he felt doubtful. After all, he had tried all kinds of Chinese and Western medicine to heal the old wounds on his legs. He was just short of surgery. However, there was no effect at all. As long as it was rainy, it would hurt badly.
Chen Nan nodded. "Of course it's true. Do you have a pen and paper here? I'll write a prescription for you. As long as you take three doses of medicine according to this prescription, I guarantee that you will be cured. "
Hearing Chen Nan's confidence, the old man was a little excited. He hurriedly found a pen and paper and handed it to Chen Nan.
Chen Nan wrote down the prescription and handed it to the old man.
However, when the old man took the prescription and looked at it, he was dumbfounded. He said with his mouth agape, "This … this is foxtail grass, mimosa grass, revolution grass. These … these are all ordinary plants. Little Chen, are you sure you didn't write it wrong?"
"Don't worry. I can't be wrong." Chen Nan said, "These things are not medicine, but when combined with my other medicines, they will be good medicine."
Although the old man felt that it was a little mysterious, since Chen Nan said so, he had no reason to doubt it. After all, the medicine that Chen Nan had applied on his legs was very effective. Compared to before, he felt much better now.
"Little Chen, you're so young, but you know so much about medicine. You're really not simple!"
"These are all ancestral prescriptions. I was forced to learn them by my family when I was young." Chen Nan lied casually. He looked at the old man and smiled. "Grandpa, I have something to ask you. I wonder if it's convenient for you?"
The old man was stunned. "What is it? Just say it. "
Chen Nan took out a painting. It was the middle-aged man that Hohinya had drawn.
When Hohinya drew it, she had printed several copies. Chen Nan gave Su Yixuan and Qin Yixuan one each. He still had several copies with him.
"This is the man. Grandpa, do you know him?" Chen Nan handed the painting over.
The old man took the painting and looked at it. He was surprised and looked at Chen Nan excitedly. "Where did you get this painting?"
"A friend of mine drew it."
Chen Nan was excited. Seeing the old man's reaction, he knew that he knew the middle-aged man in the painting. He quickly asked, "Grandpa, do you know the man in the painting? Who is he? "
The old man stared at the painting in his hand, his hands trembling slightly. He said excitedly, "He's my second son, Lan Feihu. He's also Yuqin's uncle."
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