“I treat illness, and I’ll cure this world of its worship of all things foreign, too.”
With a single silver needle, he dares to send the share prices of multinational pharmaceutical companies crashing. With one bowl of an ancient remedy, he can turn the tide in a war-torn epidemic zone.
When the black hand of capital reaches for the kindling of civilization, and the silent smoke of war spreads through the fragrance of ancient medicine, he chooses to become the “Night Watchman,” standing alone to protect this heritage through the long night.
