# MedicalMartial Arts
## Prologue Xinglin Chunqiu
The hanging pot helps the world and cultivates one's moral character;
Act chivalrously and uprightly, eliminate evil and promote good.
A doctor treats the body as well as the mind;
A chivalrous person eliminates evil and saves people.
Fellow practitioners of medicine and martial arts, the two paths merge into one,
Unparalleled in the world.
——Inscription of "Spring and Autumn in the Apricot Grove"
It was spring, the fifth year since the founding of the Song Dynasty.
In an inconspicuous mountain village among the mountains in the south, a middle-aged man with a pale face stood in front of a dilapidated thatched hut, holding a pottery bowl in his hand, which was filled with brown-black concoction. Sitting on the wooden bench in front of him was a haggard old woman, with a desire for life and a fear of death in her eyes.
"Mother-in-law, drink this medicine, and I will come back to diagnose your pulse in three days." The middle-aged man's voice was gentle, but there was unnoticeable worry in his eyes.
The old woman took the medicine bowl and drank it in one shuddering gulp. The bitter taste of the medicine made her frown, but she forced herself to smile at the man: "Thank you, Doctor Ye. I'm afraid this old lady's life will have to be delayed for a while longer."
The man known as Dr. Ye shook his head and said: "There is no need for mother-in-law to say such things. The disease has its own priorities. As long as you take good care of yourself, you may not be unable to live for a few more years."
"Doctor Ye, did you encounter any trouble during this medical visit?" A trace of worry flashed in the old woman's eyes, "I heard that the Zhao's Bodyguard Agency down the mountain sent people everywhere to seek revenge on you."
Doctor Ye smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter. The life of the young escort of the Zhao family is at stake."
