A Little Chinese Medicine Doctor Came to Chinatown (1980S)

Summer 1986, London's Chinatown. A family of three stood in front of a Chinese restaurant. The two adults were well-dressed but looked anxious. Their daughter, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, was very calm. "Baby, stay at your aunt's house peacefully, eat well and study well. Your father and I will come to take you back when things at home are settled." Song Hemian, who had a tender face and a steady heart, nodded obediently: "Please go back and be safe." "Baby, wait for mommy." When the car arrived, Song Hemian watched his parents leave. Song Hemian was a medical girl at Tai Hospital in her previous life, and it has been sixteen years since she was born in this world. She grew up in the countryside, and she never expected that one day her parents would send her to Chinatown, thousands of miles away. Even though he was unfamiliar with the place, Song Hemian was not afraid. Song Hemian's bedroom was on the street side of the second floor. She had not even turned two pages in her English book when the street downstairs became lively. The Chinese who came across the ocean to seek a living here come from all over the world, with different accents. The old Chinese medicine practitioner at the Tai'antang Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic across the street is from Guangzhou. He is very young but very energetic. He stands at the door of the shop and invites everyone to buy his herbal tea, which costs one pound a bowl. The aunt bought a bowl and brought it to Song Hemian, but Song Hemian couldn't even swallow a bite. "Auntie, he cut corners and isn't worth a pound." "Old man Song is a quack. He is scolded by others when he treats patients. He can't even boil a pot of herbal tea. He dares to trick me. I'll see if I don't scold him to death." Auntie ran downstairs with herbal tea and rushed to the traditional Chinese medicine shop across the street to argue with Mr. Song and ask for the money back. Onlookers on the street said that this traditional Chinese medicine clinic is going to collapse. Song Hemian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay, it's better to pass it on to her." Intention: work hard