Grandpa.
"..."
It was as though he had returned to that spring day, and everything afterward had been a dream beneath the southern bough.
At this time, Song Yan was only eight or nine years old.
He could already read and write, and had gradually begun learning some medicine.
"Ah..."
Little Song played with mud in the herb garden, muttering, "That wealthy gentleman in Lin Province really was pitiful."
"He drank ginseng soup to cling to life, like a living corpse, hanging on until he was ninety-eight."
"Grandpa, is your medicine really that amazing?"
"Someone who should have died long ago could live so many more years in your hands..."
Little Song raised his head and looked at the old man with some reverence. "You're just like an immortal descended from heaven, able to make people live forever."
"Live forever?" Grandpa suddenly paused, then burst out laughing. "Hahahaha, if only this old man really had that ability..."
There were tears in his laughter.
He plucked a fresh medicinal seedling and casually tossed it into the herb basket on his back.
"Grandson, let me tell you something amusing."
"Back then, there was a high official at court whose power reached the heavens. You could call him second to one man and above ten thousand."
"But he was advanced in years, withered with age, and never practiced any Qi-nurturing exercises. When illness came, he collapsed like a mountain..."
"He heard of your grandpa's medical skills and sent ten thousand taels of gold, seeking spirit medicine to prolong his life..."
Little Song immediately seized on the key point. "Grandpa, was he a bad man?"
"A bad man..."
"A good man..."
"Neither, really."
Grandpa's expression grew complicated. "He was just an ordinary man with power and influence."
"What happened afterward? Did you save