Chapter 87 [Unable to Continue the Conversation] (7800 words)
After locking himself in his bedroom for a full day and night, Chen Yan finally ca downstairs the next day with a pale face. His legs trembled as he stepped down the stairs, as if he was walking on cotton.
Gu Qingyi, who was watching TV in the living room, glanced at Chen Yan and frowned, "You..."
"Don’t talk yet, I need to settle a score with Old Deng." Chen Yan waved his hand, then went to the kitchen to grab a broom. He swung it a few tis in his hand, feeling that it was still handy. He also took the dicine pouch Chu Keqing had sent over.
Chen Yan stord out with the broom and dicine pouch, heading towards the gate of Old Deng’s house next door. Before he even reached the gate, he saw Old Deng stepping out with a birdcage in one hand, his other hand behind his back, strolling out leisurely.
"Old Deng!" Chen Yan pointed with the broom from afar and shouted, "Don’t run away!"
The old man stood still, quietly watching Chen Yan. When Chen Yan got closer, before he could speak, Old Deng frowned and said, "Kid, you don’t look so good."
"..." Chen Yan gritted his teeth, "You still say that! After using your prescription, I had diarrhea all day yesterday, almost died on the toilet!"
The old man shook his head, "Impossible, my prescription wouldn’t have any issues."
He pretended to frown and looked at the dicine pouch in Chen Yan’s hand, then pointed at it, "Is this the dicine you took? Let see."
Chen Yan thought for a mont, just about to hand the pouch over, then shook his head, "No, let’s go to your house to check! I’m afraid you’ll cheat if we check it here. You’re much older than , if we start arguing, you might take advantage because of your age."
Old Deng chuckled, "Alright."
The two of them went back to Old Deng’s house together... He lived right next to Chen Yan. The layout of their villas was basically the sa, but Old Deng’s yard seed a bit bigger.
When Chen Yan followed the old man through the gate, he saw sothing brown squatting in a corner of the yard, and his heart skipped a beat when he looked closely.
"Damn?! Old man, you actually have a monkey?!"
"Hmm, what’s the problem?"
Chen Yan shook his head, "Is this allowed?"
The old man sneered, "Do you care whether it’s allowed or not? Are you going to report ?"
"Ha, just to clear things up, if you can’t give an explanation today, guess whether I’ll report you. Then, you’ll have to deal with the animal protection organizations for keeping a wild animal."
The old man pursed his lips and led Chen Yan into the house.
Chen Yan carefully examined the old man’s house. The decor looked more pleasing than his own. His villa, with its twenty-year-old, outdated luxurious style, wasn’t suitable for younger people: high-end wooden furniture, carved and gilded, oversized and intricate crystal chandeliers...
The house exuded the style of a wealthy rchant from the Southern Seas, neither fully Chinese nor Western.
Old Deng’s house, however, had a new Chinese minimalist style. The shadow walls, hollow screens, and skillful space division made the house look neither cramped nor cluttered.
The lighting was good, making the entire living room appear bright and vibrant.
As Chen Yan looked around, the old man pursed his lips, "Stop looking, my granddaughter isn’t ho."
"Hey! I’m not that kind of person." Chen Yan retorted with dissatisfaction, "I’m just admiring your house’s decor."
"Hmmph." The old man waved his hand, "Whether you’re looking at the house or people, it’s none of my business. Take out the dicine for to see."
Chen Yan put the dicine pouch on the table but took out his phone to start recording, "I’ll film the whole process! In case you try anything, we’ll have evidence."
"You young people love this kind of thing nowadays." The old man waved his hand, "I have nothing to hide, film away."
After speaking, the old man opened the dicine pouch, looked at the Chinese dicine inside, and even tasted a bit. Then he looked up at Chen Yan and sneered, "This dicine, it’s not from a pharmacy, is it?"
"... No, so what?"
"Ha! So what?" The old man said confidently, "Didn’t I tell you that the prescription costs around two to three hundred a day?"
"... Yes, you did."
"This small pouch is a day’s dose, right? This pouch, if sold outside, would cost at least a thousand, you know?"
Chen Yan was silent.
"Take these ingredients for example." The old man picked up so dicine and sneered, "A regular pharmacy would sell ones aged two to three years. But your pouch, from the looks of it, has ingredients aged at least ten to twenty years!
Aging affects potency, even if you don’t understand dicine, this should be easy to grasp, right?"
Chen Yan frowned in thought but didn’t argue.
He was reasonable, and the old man’s words seed to make so sense.
"Wait!"
The old man turned and walked upstairs, returning shortly with a transparent file bag, which he threw on the table.
"Look! Here are my practicing physician’s license and dical license."
Chen Yan opened it and glanced, stunned for a mont.
"It’s in English?"
"Of course, I lived abroad for many years, practicing dicine in the United States," the old man said confidently, "These certificates are genuine, you can check online if you don’t believe ."
Chen Yan looked at the certificates again, "You’re called Lin..."
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