Chang'an in the 23rd year of the Yuan Dynasty was filled with the warmth of late spring. The bluestone road on Yaoxing Street in Xishi was soaked in the morning mist and shone brightly. The curtain of the "Chenji Pharmacy Shop" at the corner of the street was opened early. Sixteen-year-old Shen Qingwu walked lightly into the backyard medicine garden with a bamboo basket in hand. She was wearing a moon-white coarse cloth skirt today. The hem of the skirt was wet from last night's dew, but it did not affect her concentration at all.
The medicine garden is not big, but it is well taken care of. Commonly used herbs such as motherwort and mint are planted in the east corner, while the rarer angelica and astragalus are cultivated in the west corner. There is a small wooden sign in front of each herb, with neat regular script marking the medicinal properties and harvesting season. This is the "small world" that Shen Qingwu has taken care of every day since she was seven years old. It is also the starting point of her study of medicine.
"Qingwu, we need to sort out the motherwort today and send it to the Imperial Hospital in the afternoon." The voice of his father Shen Zhongwen came from the front hall of the drug store. Shen Zhongwen is the judge of the Taiyuan Hospital. Although he holds an important position, he always maintains the humility of a doctor. In addition to being on duty at the Taiyuan Hospital every day, he spends the rest of the time sitting in the medicine shop. He often leaves the medical material needs of the Taiyuan Hospital to his daughter, which is both training and trust.
