“Mr. Lu’s heartbeat is three inches to the left of his seventh rib.”
Su Banxia saved a real estate tycoon suffering from gastric bleeding with her silver needles, only to find herself on the demolition list the next day. Lu Yunshen shredded the acquisition agreement for her traditional medicine clinic, then locked its century-old medicine cabinet in his CEO’s office. “The commercial center in the north of the city needs a traditional medicine wellness clinic. Dr. Su, every hour you see patients earns you ten square meters off the land price.”
His bulldozers crushed century-old gray bricks, but he stumbled over the purple-bronze scale she used to weigh herbs. At a high-society matchmaking banquet, an herbal sachet tumbled out of his Armani suit. “Over a Michelin three-star meal, I’d take Dr. Su’s hangover soup any day.”
When the construction site was hit by the flu, she rushed into a rain of steel beams with her medicine kit on her back. In the crane cab, he tugged off his bloodstained tie. “Demolishing the clinic was just an excuse. Hiding my fragrant-herb girl... that was the real reason.”
“You want to heal the world. I only want to protect you and keep your days among the healing herbs warm and bright.”
