Chapter 87 [Unable to Continue the Conversation] (7800 words)
After locking himself in his bedroom for a full day and night, Chen Yan finally came 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 times in his hand, feeling that it was still handy. He also took the medicine pouch Chu Keqing had sent over.
Chen Yan stormed out with the broom and medicine 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 medicine pouch in Chen Yan’s hand, then pointed at it, "Is this the medicine you took? Let me see."
Chen Yan thought for a moment, 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 me, 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 same, but Old Deng’s yard seemed a bit bigger.
When Chen Yan followed the old man through the gate, he saw something 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 me?"
"Ha, just to clear things up, if you can’t give me 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 merchant 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 home."
"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 medicine for me to see."
Chen Yan put the medicine 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 medicine pouch, looked at the Chinese medicine inside, and even tasted a bit. Then he looked up at Chen Yan and sneered, "This medicine, it’s not from a pharmacy, is it?"
"Ha! So what?" The old man said confidently, "Didn’t I tell you that the prescription costs around two to three hundred a day?"
"This small pouch is a day’s dose, right? This pouch, if sold outside, would cost at least a thousand, you know?"
"Take these ingredients for example." The old man picked up some medicine 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 medicine, 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 seemed to make some sense.
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 medical license."
Chen Yan opened it and glanced, stunned for a moment.
"Of course, I lived abroad for many years, practicing medicine in the United States," the old man said confidently, "These certificates are genuine, you can check online if you don’t believe me."
Chen Yan looked at the certificates again, "You’re called Lin..."