There’s an osmanthus tree in front of Dr. He’s clinic. Every October, its rich fragrance carries for miles, seeming to leave everyone who comes to the clinic for treatment scented with its blossoms.
I’ve forgotten why I went to the clinic that day. I only remember that it was raining. The rain had washed away the osmanthus blossoms’ stronger scent, leaving behind only a faint fragrance.
When Song Liyang first saw him, he felt half of his anxiety melt away. He was like a babbling stream in a little grove filled with negative oxygen ions, putting him at ease and calming him without his even realizing it.
“I can see the dark circles around your eyes and how tired you look. You must have trouble sleeping often. You’re also suffering from severe anxiety and depression. Here, I’ll write you a prescription for Chinese medicine first. And if you don’t mind the trouble, you can come by when I’m free for acupuncture. It can help regulate your nervous system, and it works better than medication alone!”
“Oh!” Song Liyang thought the doctor seemed quite professional, and the prescription looked convincing enough. But then he spread his hands, looking troubled. “Sorry, I didn’t bring my phone, so I can’t pay.”
To his surprise, He Mingli looked at him and said, “It’s free. No charge.”
“No charge? Are you running a charity?”
Song Liyang became intrigued.
He Mingli smiled but didn’t answer.
Later, Song Liyang discovered that he really did seem to be running a charity. And without taking a single cent, he cured the insomnia and anxiety that had plagued him for so long.
