The day I was diagnosed with anxiety, I collapsed. He returned to his hometown with all kinds of illnesses and inherited the "ancestral traditional Chinese medicine clinic" which only had half a dilapidated house left.
I wanted to just lie down, but found that things were not simple——
The programmer next door has insomnia every night? Simple, a bowl of calming tea and a bed facing south.
Is the stay-at-home mom opposite me depressed? It's easy. I'll teach you a set of liver-soothing exercises. The dying green plant on the window sill also needs to be moved.
Even my landlord, a doctor who believed in scientism, was defeated by me with a few silver needles and the sentence "You lack sleep".
Later, my "Metaphysics Chinese Medicine Clinic" became popular.
The boss hugged my legs and begged me to change my feng shui to increase my peach blossoms, and the top class kneeled down and begged me for acupuncture to cure his stage anxiety.
Until the medical guru who once called me "pseudo-scientific" came to my door in person and tremblingly handed over the apprenticeship invitation...
I looked at the balance on my bank card, then at the banners all over the room, and sighed: Stop playing, they are all queuing up. Our main goal is to "cure internal friction."
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[A traditional Chinese medicine lady who specializes in curing various "heart ailments" of modern people x an elite doctor who speaks out but is upright]
[Unit drama mode, each volume unlocks a story of heart disease and healing]
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Just watched it, waiting for further review. Come on, author!
Just watched it, waiting for further review. Come on, author!