On the day Chen Yan was kicked out of the hospital, his grandfather's old bronze mirror woke up in his hands.
From then on, he could tell by looking at people what diseases they were hiding; by looking at things, he could tell whether they were true or false, good or bad.
The experts consulted for half an hour and couldn't decide on a plan. He stood at the door and said "it's not a myocardial infarction" and saved a life.
Old Chinese medicine doctors, antique dealers, and heirs of aristocratic families came to his door in turn. Some asked him to cure diseases, some asked him to palm his eyes, and some wanted to kill him.
Chen Yan put the bronze mirror into his pocket: "Okay, come all. Anyway, I don't have a word for words, but I don't know what to do with my hands."
