After waiting for a long time, Fu Siyan finished her meal and walked to the sofa. Her eyes were clear and she said, "Dad, why are you looking at me like this?"

There was still a hint of caution in her eyes, but it was as if she had returned to the well-educated, sensible and filial daughter she once was.

She was afraid that her father would despise her, so she would always try to get the best grades and learn the best talents just to get a word of praise from her father.

She tried hard to hide her fear of her father and tried hard to get closer to him...

Mr. Fu was a little dazed: "Siyan, how do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Fu Siyan shook her head: "Dad, I feel fine now."

"What do you want to do now?"

Fu Siyan thought for a moment and said, "I think I have a son?"

What does it mean?

Master Fu frowned: "What do you remember?"

Fu Siyan tilted her head and thought for a while, then shook her head: "But I don't remember who the father of the child is..."

"Where are my children?"

Seeing that Fu Siyan's thoughts were beginning to go back to the old ways, Old Man Fu and Fu Youde hurried to comfort her: "Chen An has gone to work and will come over in the evening..."

After this reminder, Fu Siyan immediately showed a look of enlightenment: "Yes, my son needs to work..."

Mr. Fu: "Dad, can you feel your pulse?"

Fu Siyan sat over obediently and stretched out her wrist: "Sorry for bothering Dad."

After taking the patient's pulse, Mr. Fu frowned unconsciously.

The pulse showed that Fu Siyan was indeed much better, but not completely recovered.

She now seemed to be trying to break one of the countless layers of restraints, but there were still many layers of restraints outside.

For example, she has memory gaps and she still can't remember who the father of her child is.

The doctor had said before that this situation might be because the relationship had caused her too much harm, and she couldn't bear it, so she subconsciously blocked that memory...

Never mind, the better it is.

You can't expect this Guntan Pill to be a miracle drug that will cure you completely after taking it once, right?

"You just got up. You haven't taken the medicine yet? Take it first..."

Fu Siyan took the medicine obediently and looked at the nurse next to her: "Where is my easel? I want to paint."

The nurse looked at Mr. Fu blankly: Miss can also draw?

Mr. Fu quickly looked at Fu Youde and said, "Eslasse! Hurry up and prepare an easel for the young lady."

So when Fu Chenan and Xiao Yingchun came over in the evening, they saw Fu Siyan painting by the window.

Richly colored roses dotted among the green branches and leaves, covering the entire wall.

On the other side of the wall is an ancient European-style castle.

The white exterior walls of the castle were hazy, and there was a vague figure by the window.

Xiao Yingchun was stunned.

This is so pretty...

Fu Chenan has already started his daily praise: "Mom, what part of the picture are you drawing? It's so beautiful!"

Fu Siyan turned around and looked at Fu Chenan and smiled: "Son, you're back? This is where I used to live..."

Fu Youde explained: "This villa is in Europe. It was where the eldest daughter often lived when she was studying."

Xiao Yingchun pointed at the shadowy figure in the painting and asked curiously, "Who is this person?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards the shadowy figure.

To be honest, from the painting, all you can tell is that it is a person, and you can't even tell whether it is a man or a woman.

Fu Siyan looked at the hazy figure and murmured to herself: "Yeah, who is this person?"

She tilted her head and thought intently for a while, then suddenly dropped the paintbrush and held her head with a painful look on her face.

"Who is this person? Why can't I remember..."

Seeing this, the doctor and Mr. Fu hurried forward and called out, "Si Yan?"

"Miss?"

Fu Siyan seemed not to hear anything. She began to pull her hair and hit her head desperately.

Seeing this, Fu Chenan chopped Fu Siyan's neck without saying a word.

Fu Siyan fell down without a sound.

Mr. Fu and the doctor looked at Fu Chenan in shock.

Fu Chenan realized it later and raised his hand to apologize: "I'm sorry, I was afraid that she would hurt herself, so I reacted subconsciously..."

Mr. Fu comforted him: "It's okay, she almost got herself back together just now, you hit her just in time."

The corner of Fu Youde's eyes twitched violently: Although fainting can prevent people from hurting themselves, are there other ways to control it?

Master, is there no need for me to praise Fu Chenan specially?

You are serious about doting on your grandchildren.

After Fu Siyan was sent back to her room to rest, Mr. Fu started talking about what happened today.

Only then did Fu Chenan and Xiao Yingchun realize that Fu Siyan had actually gotten much better during the day.

Fu Chenan asked back: "You mean, the effect of rolling phlegm pills is very good?"

Mr. Fu nodded: "The rolling phlegm pills were very effective for her."

I'll ask her to take it for a while longer to see if it can be cured completely...

Mr. Fu combined the opinions of traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, and psychologists, and asked Fu Chenan to cooperate in daily life, and Fu Chenan agreed one by one.

After Fu Chenan and Xiao Yingchun left, Mr. Fu looked at Fu Youde and said, "Go and investigate who the figure in the eldest lady's painting is?"

The person who could cause the young lady to react so strongly but yet be unable to remember must not be an ordinary housekeeper or servant.

He is most likely the father of Fu Siyan's child.

The castle had always been managed and cleaned by someone. As long as that person had appeared there, the butler and servants would definitely have an impression of him...

Fu Youde hurried there.

Old Master Fu looked out the window in the direction of Fu Chenan's home with an icy and fierce expression.

At the same time, aristocratic families all over the world received the latest news: the grandson of the Fu family who had been missing for many years was found.

Some aristocratic families thought, "It's none of my business" and pretended not to know.

Some noble families thought that "this was a good opportunity to get closer to the Fu family" and chose to call, send messages, and send gifts to express their congratulations.

Some people think: This must be fake!

Even if it is true, he must be made to be false.

If it really cannot be made fake, then make it dead.

This group of people are the branch of the Fu family that was separated during the Qing Dynasty.

The side branches of the Fu family learned some of the Fu family's medical skills and became very successful among the people. Some of them even became famous local doctors.

Looking at the long queue outside his clinic, the well-known traditional Chinese medicine doctor Fu Baojin was not happy at all. Instead, he felt like he was on fire.

He is over sixty years old and has finally made it to his current situation, famous throughout the city.

But in every city there are few rich people and many ordinary people.

Based on the city's consumption capacity, he can only charge a patient more than 100 yuan, and he also has to hire people, prescribe medicine, manage, and arrange appointments...

At the end of the day, I was so tired that my back and waist ached. After deducting labor and drug costs, I only earned about ten thousand yuan.

He was very dissatisfied with this kind of income which was unaffordable for ordinary people.

If he could obtain the long-lost medical books of the Fu family and study them thoroughly, he would become a well-known Chinese medicine doctor in the province, the country, and even the world.

At that time, why would I need to be busy from morning to night?

All I have to do is open my mouth and those billionaires will hold handfuls of money and beg me to extend their lives.

By then, it would be enough for me to see one patient every day, two days, or even ten days or half a month!

The rest of the time?

Eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks! Live a carefree and happy life!

But he did not inherit the Fu family, so he could only watch a billionaire's butler say goodbye and leave.

The other party's words before leaving were full of regret, but they were like a knife, stabbing deeply into Fu Baojin's heart.

The housekeeper said: "If you can inherit the Fu family and help the master cure his illness, our master can afford to give you tens of millions, not to mention millions..." (End of this chapter)