I have personally resuscitated three bodies that were judged to be "dead".
My former doctor abandoned the clinic, my family members cried, and my tribe called me crazy. With only a pulse at my fingertips and a dose of cornus meat, I snatched life back from the hands of the King of Hell.
It was the thirteenth year of Guangxu's reign, when I was nineteen years old, and it was my first time to prescribe a prescription in front of a coffin.
Later someone asked me: Zhang Xichun, why do you do this?
Because I squatted by the stove when I was ten years old, I personally tasted all kinds of herbs; because I prescribed prescriptions alone when I was twelve years old, I saved my cousin from high fever; because I traveled through troubled times and cured plagues, golden sores, women's fistulas, and children's chronic shock. The conservatives scolded me for being deviant and the Western doctors scolded me for not understanding science. I only believe in one truth - medical knowledge lies not in ancient books but in the sincerity of living people.
I wrote down the pulses I felt, the prescriptions I prescribed, and the people I saved all my life, word by word, in the "Records of Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine". Some people say it is a medical record, but I say, this is the road I paid for with my life.
Now that I am old and my hands are shaking, the book has been spread. But late at night, there are still knocks on the door outside the courtyard.
People will age, and skills will fade. Only the heart of saving lives and healing the wounded will last forever.
