Chen Xuan had been an unambitious medical student at Jiangcheng Medical University, just coasting through school. Then one rainy day, he rescued a mysterious old man in Qingshi Alley and was forcibly given a green jade thumb ring.
The ring contained a whole world of its own: a three-mu medicinal herb garden and a spring of sweet spiritual water.
Chen Xuan had planned to keep a low profile, use the spring water to make some soothing red-date and goji berry tea, and earn a little spending money on the side. But things gradually began to take a strange turn.
His roommate, who suffered from debilitating migraines: “Old Chen, after those few needles you stuck in me, I could solve advanced calculus problems twice as fast as usual. Come clean, are you some kind of immortal?”
The campus beauty, who had been writhing on the floor in pain: “Chen, do you have any more of that tea? My stomach feels so warm, and that stabbing pain I used to have is completely gone.”
Zhao Wenbin, the rich second-generation student who kept giving him a hard time: “He’s practicing medicine illegally! I’m reporting him to the academic affairs office!”
Professor Zhou, a stern leading authority in traditional Chinese medicine: “Xiao Chen, why don’t you come over tonight? My wife’s shoulder hurts. Could you take a look and see if you can think of a new approach?”
Chen Xuan spread his hands. “Let me make one thing clear: I haven’t gone looking for anyone. They’re all lining up and begging me to bring them tea. I just wanted to quietly be the miracle doctor among my friends. How did the whole university end up becoming my patients?”
Nice! Not only did I understand the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, but I also learned how to maintain health.