Some diseases cannot be cured by hospitals.
It's not because of insufficient medical skills, but because - it's not the body that's sick, it's the life.
Jiang Lisheng has been frail since he was a child. He has been guarding a small medical clinic in Baishui Town that is about to close down, and treats people with "strange diseases" based on his ancestral medical records.
Someone heard his name being called from the river in the middle of the night.
Someone is obviously alive, but the shadow is slow.
Some people take anti-aging drugs and their bodies become younger and younger, but their family members around them become colder one by one.
Some people's fortune skyrocketed after wearing the copper coins, but their family members suffered from insomnia and body temperature drop.
Doctors look at indicators, nine rounds look at abnormalities, and Feng Shui masters look at game rounds.
What Jiang Lisheng looked at was the thread under his life that was about to break.
From Baishui Town to Jiangcheng, from calling out old corpses to Guichun Sanatorium, from fake ginseng on the medicinal street to murder cases involving antique copper coins, Jiang Lisheng discovered step by step that behind these seemingly different strange diseases, they all pointed to the same name - Tai Su.
Others asked him if he would change his life.
Jiang Lisheng wrapped his coat tightly, held the medicine bowl and coughed twice:
"Changing your life won't do it."
"But Ming is sick, I can see."
