The wind and smoke in Chang'an are surging, and the world's worries are tangled.
In a corner of the West Market, there is an inconspicuous medicine studio. The monsters in the medicine studio do not diagnose the pulse or decoct medicines, but only sell mind medicine to relieve all the obsessions, sorrows and regrets in the world.
There is no prescription for the heart, only the sincerity.
This small medicine studio, in the changing times of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, guarded the fireworks of the world and supported the idiots in the world.
Chang'an is such a big place, and all living beings are suffering. I only hope that I can get a piece of medicine here to relieve my half-life obsession.
