In the seventeenth year of the Republic, Shanghai's rain fell in an endless drizzle, soaking the plane-tree leaves along Avenue Joffre and the drugstore on the edge of the French Concession called Qing He Tang. The shop's owner was Su Qinghe, a doctor praised throughout Shanghai for his miraculous skill and compassion. Born into a family of traditional Chinese physicians, he could bring the dying back to life with his acupuncture, yet charged nothing to treat the poor. He wore plain clothes and cloth shoes, abstained from tobacco and alcohol, and stayed out of disputes. Even the concession's police and gang bosses treated him with respect, addressing him as "Mr. Su." People knew him as a saint in a troubled age, but no one knew that Su Qinghe's kindness and warmth...
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