He is her medicine guide, and she is his return.
When Jiang Wenzhi was six years old, she refused to take medicine because she was afraid of the pain. Shen Mubai, who lived next door, chased her for half of the neighborhood and stuffed a tangerine peel candy into her mouth: "After eating candy, the pain will disappear."
At the age of twelve, Shen Mubai moved his family to Canada. When seeing her off at the airport, he gave her a illustrated copy of "Compendium of Materia Medica". On the title page was the boy's crooked handwriting: "When I come back, I will bring you all the sweets in the world."
She waited for eleven years.
At the age of twenty-three, Jiang Wenzhi is already the youngest attending physician at the Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. She wears a white coat, but always carries a few tangerine peel candies in her pocket.
Until one day, the hospital's new consultant stood in front of the traditional Chinese medicine cabinet and called her softly: "Wen Zhi, you counted wrong. The cicada shed costs three qian, not two qian."
She turned around and saw Shen Mubai standing in the morning light, with the youthful youthfulness gone from his brows and eyes, but with the same gentle smile.
He came to discuss cooperation. Biopharmaceutical experts would join forces with traditional Chinese medicine hospitals to develop an anti-cancer drug based on traditional prescriptions. At the project meeting, he was rational and business-like, giving people a sense of alienation, as if the childhood sweethearts of those years were just a distant dream.
But when she stayed up late looking up literature to refute his plan, he smiled and said, "Dr. Jiang, you were like this when you were a child, biting the end of your pen when you were anxious."
Only then did she realize that some things, separated by mountains, seas and time, have never gone far.
It turns out that the best medicine in the world is not herbal medicine, but you.
Purpose: To be truly powerful is to grow into someone who can heal yourself and others.