Dr. Su, Prescribe Me Some Love

Guiding, gentle, teasing traditional Chinese medicine doctor vs. a gentle, prickly hedgehog

Su An × Wen Yuhe | Married first, fall in love later; mutual healing; just the right amount of sweetness and just the right dose of medicine

Drained of her last bit of energy by work and hounded by her mother’s relentless marriage nagging, Wen Yuhe figured she must be missing the “lie flat” element in her life.

She tossed aside the business card for a traditional Chinese medicine doctor that a colleague had kindly recommended, but by a twist of fate, she ended up in Su An’s clinic. The man had refined features and a cool touch at her pulse. His prescription was clearer than her life plans.

At her best friend’s urging, she stormed into a bar to drink her troubles away. As luck would have it, “Doctor Su” was sitting in the booth next door, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, frowning as his family called to pressure him about marriage.

The alcohol went to their heads, and their eyes met.

She couldn’t remember who leaned in first, only that there was a faint herbal fragrance between their lips.

The third time they met, they both sat in the wrong seats at a blind date.

The moment Wen Yuhe realized who her date was, her head went hot.

“How about we get married?”

He set down his coffee, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. “All right.”

She thought it was a marriage of convenience, until she discovered that he had quietly fended off her mother’s calls about marriage, printed out the novel passages she wrote secretly in the middle of the night, and inscribed the title page:

“Yuhe, you deserve to live for yourself.”

At last, she dared to quit the job that had been making her wither. As she sat in his study, typing away, the medicine stove outside the window bubbled and steamed.

He said, “Take your time writing. I’ll keep you company while I brew the medicine.”

Meeting the right person doesn’t mean having someone shield you from every storm. It means becoming more fully yourself.