I Was a Holy Hand in the Ming Dynasty, and All the Civil and Military Officials in the Dynasty Avoided Me.

"Shen Mo! Stay away from my wife!"​ Shen Mo from the Taiyuan Hospital has a pair of wonderful hands, which can detect pulse breakage and make the civil and military officials of the whole court fearful.​ He was diagnosing the pulse of the minister's wife, and the rouge fragrance on her wrist always stuck to his fingertips; he was giving acupuncture to the minister's wife, and the lotus flower on the handkerchief "accidentally" fell into his medicine box.​ Zhou Xian's goatee exploded into a fluffy ball every three days, Li Song's imperial chair was always blocked at the door of the inner room, and Lu Bing's jade ring finger was polished until it shined - these gentlemen who controlled the affairs of the court were more guarded against him than against Japanese pirates.​ Shen Mo played with the pearl earrings he had just "picked up" and smiled at the albizia flowers handed to him from behind the embroidered screen: "Don't worry, sir. I only treat patients and won't be tempted."​ But those notes slipped in through the window late at night, the sachets looming in the medicine box, and the tassel on his wife's temples that always brushed against his shoulders——​ Everyone knows that the medicine box of this white-clothed holy hand contains not only the silver needle ointment, but also the love and undercurrent of the entire Ming Dynasty officialdom.