My Destiny Changed Thanks to Old Painting

Chapter 8: Making a healing drink

"If this flower could really cure diseases? So, what have I done? I spent it all, I should have given it to Raden's mother!" Zian ruffled his hair in frustration.

Although his illness was felt to have disappeared, but when he remembered the mother of his comrades-in-arms was also experiencing severe pain, and the flower could probably be his only hope. Zian was very sorry for not thinking long.

"How's this? Can the petals grow again?" Zian was really waiting for a miracle, but when the miracle came, he could not use it to its full potential.

Zian now felt the most stupid and evil person.

The thing Zian could do now was only to hope that the flower could grow its petals a second time. Moreover, Zian also had to think about his condition.

After doing activities in the painting. He went to the hospital in the afternoon to do medical work

checkups. It needs evidence rather than guessing.

Zian is now in hospital and is conducting a series of checks. He was worried, his heart could not calm down.

'Am I really healed?' he thought when Zian did the last check.

"thank you. I will announce the results. Please wait a minute" said the doctor who handled Zian.

The ex-soldier came out of the doctor's office and waited patiently. After half an hour had passed, the doctor appeared with a piece of paper. He smiled at Zian.

Zian did not want to be happy before hearing the good news from the doctor.

"How, Doc? Am I completely cured of the disease?" ask Zian.

The doctor's smile widened, he handed the paper over and said. "This is a miracle. I don't know why your illness suddenly healed. This is a very rare case. What have you been eating or doing?"

"Really, Doc?"

"What is lying for?! Please see the results for yourself."

Zian read the paper he was holding. As the doctor said, the paper also explained that Zian managed to recover from his illness.

"Thank you, Doc. Thank you." Thank you." Zian shook the doctor's hand with slightly teary eyes.

"Don't thank me. Do you know who to thank?"

"Yes, I understand very well."

It was inevitable that he would return from the hospital with a smile. However, it could suddenly disappear because of the memory of Raden's mother.

"Huh, I have to be sure. That flower will definitely have petals again?"

Zian reentered the painting to examine his black papuan orchid plant. Everything is growing big and healthy, Zian was happy.

He plans to celebrate his recovery with a total day of exercise. This is indeed the goal of Zian when he was healed.

"I can exercise. I could be a soldier again. I'm ...."

Yes, Zian thought if he could serve in the military for the second time. However, he also thought that everything had become destiny. If he didn't retire, he couldn't possibly find a magic painting of his ancestral relic. He also gave up his ideals.

"I don't have to regret. I might be successful by being an entrepreneur."

Zian trained his body for almost two days in a row. He was very satisfied.

"I feel stronger than when I'm active as a soldier" he was amazed to watch the muscles all over the body.

"It's all because of that magic flower!" zian looked at the flower that had no petals.

For two days, he waited for a miracle. However, the flower did not show any encouraging signs. Even so, Zian is still optimistic and confident that the petals of the three main colors will appear again.

Zian then continued his sport until the third day.

"Unh .. My sleep last night was so good!" zian's murmur stretched his wrist. He glanced at the clock, it was already 9.

He is now unemployed, so there is no need to worry if you wake up late. Once his life had been recollected, the brooch-haired man instantly carried out his usual routine.

Well, go into the painting to check out his favorite orchids. Zian now felt a good feeling.

"Sure the petals have appeared! Must have appeared!" Zian repeated the sentence like a mantra.

When he felt that he was already in the painting dimension. Zian opened his eyes, he immediately found something different.

And that is ....

"His pair really showed up again?" zian shouted with excitement. He immediately approached the flower that has 3 petals with different colors.

"Thank God, in this way. Auntie can heal. I'm so grateful to anyone who created this painting!"

Zian came out of the painting to pick up a plastic clip. He used it to put flower petals. He then filled the plastic with pool water.

"Huh, I should bring this petal to Auntie right away. He must heal!"

Zian carefully began to pluck out the yellow petals. He certainly does not want any damage that ends in loss of efficacy.

"Quiet down! Don't let me use it again!" zian was nervous. He slowly pulled out the yellow petals and tried not to drop the other petals.

"Can!" Zian hurriedly stuffed it into the plastic. After a while, the water inside the plastic turns yellow.

"I think it worked!" she smiled at sumringah

Zian reflexively stared at the other two petals. Gratitude is not uprooted. However, that was not what Zian had thought.

"Where is the protector who protects the flower? Why would I touch her?"

Yeah, it's a weirdo. Zian didn't want to think too much about it for now. He rushed out of the painting and headed for the kitchen.

He made plans to make mango juice so as not to be suspected.

"Hopefully this drink can indeed mention illness!?" He hopes worried.

Everything is ready, he will go to Raden's house. His mother was brought home.

"Just calm down, Auntie. You can live normally from now on."

With such conviction, Zian headed to Raden's home address.

"You'll be healed!"