Lin Qianqing hurried away, and that painting is still in that room to this day.
When he was bored, he would sit in Lin Qianqing's room, where the pitch-black painting always stood out conspicuously.
Gu Youyou glanced at him and said, "Are you referring to this room? This room is clean and regularly disinfected; it's specially designated for performing surgeries."
"Surgery?"
Gu Youyou said, "Yes, some diseases cannot be cured just by medicine; surgery is a must. Like your condition, and also the kind of illness Yuancheng had that you've inquired about, both require surgical intervention."
"And... what about that pitch-black painting?"
"Pitch-black painting?" It had been so long that Gu Youyou had thoroughly forgotten about that painting and naturally didn't know what he was referring to.
King Jin responded, "Qianqing said that you painted it, pitch-black, a Star Map."
Gu Youyou recalled and uttered an "oh," saying, "That one you're talking about, your wedding gift."
