Half a piece of elm wood medical records serve as the boundary, and Shen Jishu and Wei Zhongyu have not crossed half a step in eight years.
He was the Censor of the Censor's Office. He was strict and solemn. He was in charge of the rules and regulations. The civil and military officials of the court shunned him. A wealthy family, with a head wife running the household, has a bright future, and everything they say and do must comply with etiquette.
She is the daughter of the former imperial physician. After her father died, she only guarded the small medical center in the south of the city. He has a clean body and never takes a step forward. He diagnoses and prescribes pulses as steadily as a mountain, and never shows even the slightest hint of clinging to him.
No one knew that his unwavering monthly follow-up visits for coughs were all an excuse, and that he would drive half way around Chang'an just to sit for a moment between cases;
No one knew that in the deepest drawer of her medicine cabinet, there were dozens of prescriptions neatly stacked. The handwriting ranged from green to deep, all written by him, hiding his undisclosed thoughts for eight years.
All the tenderness is hidden in the warm honey water, the familiar pulse, and the right amount of medical money.
A threshold of the royal family separates the high and low family status, separates the defense between men and women, and also breaks the peace of peace for eight years.
Those restraints and heartbeats soaked in the fragrance of medicine will eventually be exposed to the light of day.
A gentleman is prudent, but a medical woman has bones.
On the one hand, there is official honor and etiquette, and on the other hand, there is eight years of forbearance and deep love in the eyes.
Will this deep love that has been hidden for eight years end with etiquette, or will it finally be fulfilled?
Purpose: The imperial censor is upright, the medical woman is Huairen, and she is affectionate in every case.