Xu Chang'an's father went mad and eventually passed away, leaving him only a little thatched hut and asking him to carry on the family's medical practice.
Poor Xu Chang'an had learned only a little, but he still had to fulfill his father's dying wish.
So Xu Chang'an had a sudden inspiration and turned the little clinic into an asylum.
A few months later, his doorway was packed with people.
The young prince from the capital first grabbed him, crying and sniffling miserably as he said, "I always feel like someone is trying to harm me. Even when I rest, I can't close my eyes, just like a horse. Young Master Xu, what should I do?" [Paranoia]
Even the immortals in the heavens came to him: "Young Master Xu, they say being an immortal is carefree, but it's been years now. Whenever there's a gathering in Heaven, I get anxious and feel like everyone's staring at me. I just want to gouge out all their eyes. What should I do?" [Social Anxiety Disorder]
The demon clan looked at the fallen incense ash, grief etched across their faces as they clutched a flower branch. "We should fall asleep early and leave the sadness to those who don't deserve it. But can I still meet her in my dreams?" [NetEase Cloud]
The great literary scholar of the underworld held up his book. "Why do we live? What is the point of living? Is it to suffer in this world and become stronger? Who can discuss this with me?" [Great Thinker]
"..."
Xu Chang'an: O_O
"Just bring ten jin of dried fish, and I'll take care of all of it."
Everyone, astonished: "Dried fish??"
2021.1.20
Theme: I have friends with mental illnesses, and I hope these conditions will receive more attention. True health means being healthy in both mind and body!
