Lin Chen's Painting Skills Were This Good?

Lin Chen touched Lin Xiaoqian's forehead. It was burning hot. Her cold had caused coughing and a fever.

There were Fever Patches at home. He hurriedly took one and put it on Lin Xiaoqian, but the sticky thing felt uncomfortable. She tore it off as soon as he put it on.

"Xiaoqian, be good. You have a fever."

"This is to bring your temperature down. Keep it on for a little while."

Lin Chen put the Fever Patch back on Lin Xiaoqian.

"Dad, am I going to die?"

Lin Xiaoqian looked at Lin Chen pitifully.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's perfectly normal for children to catch colds and get fevers. Dad will take you exercising more in the future, and you'll get sick less often."

Lin Chen comforted her.

Taking her temperature, wiping down her body, giving her Fever Reducer... Second by second, Lin Chen watched over Lin Xiaoqian with meticulous care.

He had obtained the Ancient Medical Skill, but it had only barely been activated. He had not gained much knowledge from it.

He was still unable to use the Ancient Medical Skill to treat Lin Xiaoqian.

The Ancient Medical Skill was traditional Chinese medicine, while Fever Reducer was Western medicine. But Lin Chen did not reject either Chinese or Western medicine. To him, any medical skill that made patients feel better was a good one.

After her fever subsided, Lin Xiaoqian drowsily fell asleep again.

Lin Chen let out a sigh of relief.

It was normal for children to fall ill, but when Lin Xiaoqian truly got sick, his heart still ached terribly.

Every cough made him wrench with worry.

I need to pay attention to her diet tomorrow.

And I need to prepare a Medicinal Bath to drive out the cold for Xiaoqian.

Lin Chen thought to himself.

Some foods could worsen her condition, while others aided recovery. He had just received quite a bit of information in that regard.

He had also learned a little about prescribing medicine for treatment.

But his medical skills had not improved much yet, and Lin Chen did not dare prepare medicine for Lin Xiaoqian to drink.

Lin Xiaoqian's condition was not particularly serious. Lin Chen felt that Dietary Therapy, combined with a Medicinal Bath, should be enough to cure her.

"Cough, cough!"

Lin Xiaoqian coughed every so often.

Lin Chen did not sleep again. His constitution was strong; even going three to five days without sleep would not be a problem for him.

Before he knew it, dawn had come.

Lin Xiaoqian ran a fever twice more afterward. He promptly wiped her down to lower her temperature, and her cold did not worsen.

Lin Chen ordered some things online.

Before Lin Xiaoqian woke up, the items had already been delivered.

Some of them were for Lin Xiaoqian's Dietary Therapy.

Others were for her Medicinal Bath.

While Lin Xiaoqian was still asleep, Lin Chen hurried to prepare everything.

"Hmm?"

Five Minutes passed, and a flood of information emerged in his mind. His medical skills were improving at an astonishing speed.

Half an Hour later, Lin Chen had everything ready.

"Dad."

Lin Xiaoqian walked out of the bedroom.

She still looked a little dazed.

"Xiaoqian, Dad's here. What is it?"

Lin Chen picked Lin Xiaoqian up and asked.

Lin Xiaoqian said softly, "Dad, I don't seem to have much strength. My body feels kind of sticky too."

Lin Chen had wiped Lin Xiaoqian's sweat away, but after she fell asleep, some areas were naturally inconvenient for him to wipe.

"Xiaoqian, you caught a cold."

"But a cold is only a minor illness, so don't worry. Trust Dad. Dad will get you better very soon."

Lin Chen kissed Lin Xiaoqian and smiled.

After Lin Xiaoqian brushed her teeth, Lin Chen filled the bath barrel with water and added the steaming Medicinal Liquid. After soaking for ten minutes, Lin Xiaoqian's condition visibly improved.

During the treatment process of bathing Lin Xiaoqian, Lin Chen's medical skills improved considerably again.

His improvement had already lasted for an hour.

For others, an hour would not even be enough to read more than a few pages of a medical book. Any improvement would be negligible.

But for Lin Chen, the gains were enormous.

His skill level had already surpassed that of many traditional Chinese medicine doctors.

"Dad, let's go out and play!"

After breakfast, Lin Xiaoqian said with a giggle.

Normally, Lin Chen would take Lin Xiaoqian downstairs to play after breakfast.

The mornings were cooler.

Lin Chen shook his head. "Not today. Xiaoqian, you're sick, so we need to rest properly at home. Being out in the wind will make your cough worse."

"Dad will teach you how to draw."

Given Lin Xiaoqian's condition today, her spoken-language lessons also needed to be paused. It would be better for her to talk less and stay quiet.

"Okay, okay!"

"I love drawing the most."

Lin Xiaoqian clapped her Little Hands happily.

"Ding-dong!"

Xu Mengyao arrived at a villa complex.

This villa complex was not far from Ziyuan Community. It only took a little over twenty minutes to get here by car.

"Chairman Xu, please come in, please come in."

A Middle-aged Man in his forties or fifties opened the door and greeted her warmly.

He was the painter Xu Mengyao had mentioned, Zhao Yanming. He was genuinely talented and well-known nationwide.

"Chairman Xu, where's your child?"

"Didn't you say you were bringing your child over today to try a lesson?"

Zhao Yanming asked somewhat doubtfully.

Xu Mengyao said apologetically, "Teacher Zhao, I'm truly sorry. Qian Qian didn't come today. When someone learned that I was looking for a teacher for Qian Qian, he said he could help."

"He also painted a picture for me."

Zhao Yanming looked toward the Drawing Tube Xu Mengyao had brought. "Chairman Xu, although your child is still young, early instruction is very important."

"Do you want me to appraise it and see what that person is capable of?"

Xu Mengyao nodded. "Sorry to trouble you."

"It's no trouble."

Zhao Yanming took the Drawing Tube, poured out the painting, and spread it across the worktable.

"Hmm?"

Xu Mengyao froze.

Zhao Yanming froze even more completely.

Xu Mengyao did not understand much about art, but as an ordinary person, she felt that Lin Chen's Eight Horses Painting was very good.

Lin Chen actually has painting skills like this.

Xu Mengyao thought to herself.

She had not seen the painting before. She had left the Drawing Tube in her car last night and driven straight here this morning.

Second by second, time passed.

Zhao Yanming leaned closer to observe and admire it carefully.

"Impressive."

"This person's level is incredibly high."

"Even if Xu Beihong were alive, he might not be able to compare to him."

Zhao Yanming was utterly shocked.

"Teacher Zhao, how is it?"

After more than ten minutes, Xu Mengyao could not help asking.

Zhao Yanming came back to his senses.

"Chairman Xu, are you joking with me?"

Zhao Yanming shook his head.

Xu Mengyao hurriedly said, "Teacher Zhao, is this person's skill not good enough? I don't really understand this field."

Zhao Yanming took a deep breath. "Chairman Xu, the person who painted this could be my teacher. No, perhaps I'm not even qualified to be his student."

"Huh?"

Xu Mengyao was stunned.

"Do you know Xu Beihong?"

Xu Mengyao nodded. Of course she knew. If she did not even know that, then had she gone to school for nothing?

"Xu Beihong was best at painting horses. In my judgment, the horses painted by this person are not much inferior to Xu Beihong's."

"If painting horses is not even what he is best at, then his level may surpass Xu Beihong's."

Zhao Yanming stared at the Eight Horses Painting in admiration.

Xu Mengyao could hardly believe it.

Lin Chen's painting skills were actually this terrifying?

"Teacher Zhao, are you sure?"

Zhao Yanming nodded. "Although my skill is far below his, my judgment should not be too far off."

"Chairman Xu, who is this person?"