In the 16th year of the Republic of China, Shanghai was in the depth of spring. It was a city that never sleeps, lit by jazz music and neon lights. It was also the center of a whirlpool where old and new trends of thought collided fiercely. At the two extremes of this city, there live two men who should have never crossed paths.
Lu Lansun, a master of traditional Chinese medicine famous in Jiangnan. He wears a long robe, his fingertips are dyed with herbal medicine, and his life is as regular as the prescriptions he prescribes, every step of the way. His world is silent, filled with the fragrance of ink from the "Huangdi Neijing" and the coughing and wheezing of patients.
Zhou Weike returned from studying in Europe and is an upstart who is stirring up trouble in the business world. His life is a mixture of speed, capital and champagne, and he believes in efficiency and innovation. In his view, the self-contained tradition is like a chronic disease that needs to be eradicated.
An accident became a turning point in their fate. Zhou Weike was injured in the chaos and was sent to Lu Lansun's hospital. One is full of wine and perfume, and the other is full of medicine and silence. Lu Lansun frowned and couldn't stand the frivolity behind his "sensual and lascivious" behavior; Zhou Weike endured the pain and despised his "old-fashioned" slowness. The diagnosis and treatment were carried out in a silent confrontation. Lu Lansun's few silver needles quickly stopped Zhou Weike's severe pain and bleeding. This made his arrogant heart crack for the first time.
Since then, a friendship that began with prejudice and accident quietly sprouted between the glitz and the richness of Shanghai. They are each other's mirrors and also each other's ferries, sailing towards the other side of understanding and symbiosis in the torrent of the times.
