Nianyang shook her head, "Of course not, Master. I can very much understand your pain, but so many years have passed. You and Aunt cherished each other deeply, and if she could see your self-inflicted tornt, she wouldn’t want you to be so self-isolated."
Wen Qingmu closed his eyes, "I couldn’t understand it. I thought I would be stuck there for the rest of my life until I saw you. You and A-Lan are so alike, which relieved my clogged heart, and I am very grateful to you."
Nianyang wanted to say sothing, but Wen Qingmu opened his clear eyes as if he suddenly understood sothing, "Alright, let’s not talk about these things. You’re right; let the past be the past. We should all look forward. Now that you’ve beco my student, I will give you everything I have."
Wen Qingmu had been consistently indifferent, but Nianyang could feel his regard for her from his tone, and her heart was ward.
Wen Qingmu spent eighteen years in seclusion, but it was not spent idly.
Whenever he had free ti, he would think of Chu Lan, which tornted him deeply.
To divert the pain, he dedicated a great deal of his ti to the path of dical research.
He studied many recipes, such as those for preserving youthful appearances, the Life Reviving Pill Recipe, the Detoxification Pill, etc...
Any one of those recipes could cause a sensation if revealed. Over the years, many people tried to take advantage of him but couldn’t manage to take anything from him. Now, he generously gave it all to Nianyang.
"These are all life-saving prescriptions..." Wen Qingmu said warmly, "Nianyang, your dical talent is very good. I hope you can diligently research dicine and promote Traditional Chinese dicine. I’m not able to do it anymore; I don’t want to engage with dicine any longer, so I can only hope for you. I hope you can show all Traditional Chinese dicine Practitioners that the day Chinese dicine is revitalized will be truly astounding."
Nianyang pursed her lips, "Master, you’re still young and have a long road ahead. The revitalization of Chinese dicine shouldn’t be the responsibility of one person but of all Traditional Chinese dicine Practitioners."
A trace of a bitter smile crossed Wen Qingmu’s eyes, quickly hidden away. He was adept at concealing himself, and even Nianyang couldn’t catch it. He sighed lightly, "From the mont A-Lan died, my heart died as well. So many years living like a living corpse, I have lost interest in everything. It’s fortunate now that I’ve taken you as a student; truthfully, your dical acun is not far from mine. I have nothing to teach you, and calling Master is a bit undeserving for you."
Saying that, without waiting for Nianyang to rebut, Wen Qingmu handed Nianyang a key, "This is my gift to you as my student. A hundred acres of dicinal herbs I personally cultivated, located in my private pharmacy on East Mountain. I know you’ve started a Traditional Chinese dicine shop; these herbs are enough for you to open several more."
Nianyang took the key and imdiately wanted to return it, "No, Master, this is too precious. It’s all your life’s work; how could I take it so casually? You should take it back quickly."
Wen Qingmu, rare in strength, insisted, "Take it. Originally, I was just growing them for fun. I have no children, so when I die, won’t the dicine Field just wait to rot? Instead, it should be given to you to benefit the world."
Thus, Nianyang had no choice but to accept, knowing it was just an excuse Wen Qingmu made to persuade her to take it.
The hundred-acre private dicine Field is worth at least tens of thousands, and even selling it would be enough to not worry about living expenses for a lifeti.
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