The eighteen years of Shen Yanzhou's life are hidden in the Huichun Hall in Qingshi Town. He was a medicine boy who was exchanged for half a bag of brown rice. He has been wandering between medicine mills and medicine cabinets since he can remember, and his coarse clothes are always stained with unwashable medicine residue. The mean wife regarded him as a burden, but the gentle Dr. Su saw the light in his eyes and made an exception for him to study literacy and medicine with the pampered young lady Su Qingyuan.
From being unable to fully recognize "Angelica Sinensis" and "Rehmannia Rehmanniae" to being able to memorize the entire volume of "Compendium of Materia Medica" silently; from being timid and not daring to look up at the girl in the light green skirt, to quietly counting her hanging eyelashes while she was studying ink - in twelve years, the fragrance of medicine has soaked into the years and smeared the thoughts of young people. The eighteen-year-old wind blew through the medicine garden. Shen Yanzhou pinched the freshly dried mint, and his fingertips trembled slightly: He is the swallow under the eaves, and she is the moon in the clouds. Can this heartbeat hidden in the bitter medicinal fragrance be made into a bowl of blatant sweetness, or will it be turned into a bitter soup that is difficult to swallow?
The wind chimes on the eaves rang and stopped, the slow fire in the medicine jar went out and ignited. The story between him and her was like those medicinal materials that slowly fermented over time, with a green astringency and hidden tenderness. In the fireworks of the ordinary alleys, they quietly brewed a long flavor.
Purpose: Seeing benevolence through medical ethics, spreading pure love in the market, growth and love blending in the fragrance of medicine