Maybe when you look at the moon, I am thinking of you.
Warm traditional Chinese medicine attack × retired boxer
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Qin Lie, the boxing champion who once dominated the ring, is now left with only rusty bones and old injuries.
Until that rainy night, he ran into the warm yellow light of "Xinglin Hall".
Chen Yao, a man whose fingertips carry the fragrance of medicine, uses silver needles and gentleness to unblock his dead meridians inch by inch.
Everyone is afraid of Qin Lie - afraid of the scar on his brow bone, afraid of his bloody fists.
But Shen Yao was not afraid.
He just gently pressed Qin Lie's trembling fist and said, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine."
Later, when Qin Lie pressed the man against the medicine cabinet and let the bitter fragrance soak into his breath, he finally understood——
It turned out that Chen Yao was the strongest medicine. As early as the first time he touched his scar, it had penetrated deep into his bone marrow and there was no cure.
"You heal my wounds, I covet your warmth."
"Kiss every scar of yours and be your only addiction."
Intention: I like you 9 points. Just one look at you and I like you very much.