The day Chen Yan was kicked out of the hospital, his grandfather's old bronze mirror awoke in his hands.
From then on, one glance at a person told him what illnesses they were hiding. One glance at an object told him if it was real, fake, good, or bad.
A panel of experts argued for half an hour without settling on a treatment plan. Chen Yan stood at the door and said, “It's not a heart attack,” saving a life.
Doctors of traditional Chinese medicine, antique dealers, and heirs to prestigious families all came looking for him. Some wanted him to treat their illnesses, some wanted him to authenticate their treasures, and some wanted him dead.
Chen Yan slipped the bronze mirror into his pocket. “Sure, bring it on. I may have no filter, but I don't mess around when it comes to action.”
