When Qiao Qiao receives her expulsion notice, she is using acupuncture needles to ease her roommate’s menstrual cramps.
The school leaders burst in: “Qiao, you’re spreading feudal superstition and practicing medicine illegally!”
She doesn’t defend herself. She only glances out the window and sees a barren tree suddenly burst into bloom.
Three days later, she stands outside her family’s ancestral clinic in the small town of Liangzhou as a developer offers her an exorbitant demolition deal.
In the dead of night, a turtle’s voice comes from the old well: “They can’t tear it down. There’s a Wei-Jin alchemy furnace at the bottom.”
Her master’s voice suddenly comes from a teapot: “A bright pot saves one person; a purple pot slays one demon.”
When the first official seeking treatment reaches out, the pot at her waist turns blood red.
