"Three hundred years of being judged by the Taiyuan Hospital and turning me into a loser from a family of modern Chinese medicine?"
The moment Shen Yuzhi swallowed the clue, his mind was filled with thoughts about his grandfather's box of silver needles. When he opened his eyes again, the scent of medicine turned into the smell of disinfectant, and the palace walls were replaced by glass curtain walls - he became the dandy grandson of a family of traditional Chinese medicine whose hands shook even when he felt his pulse.
"Chinese medicine? It's just the placebo effect."
Uncle Lu Shiyan, who was from an aristocratic family, leaned back in the leather seat. The blue and black under his eyes were heavier than the medicine dregs from the Tai Hospital. This technology upstart always used the heart rate monitor as a Buddhist bead plate, but one time when he was suffering from heart palpitations and on the verge of death, he was restored to his soul by three silver needles given by intern Shen Yuzhi.
"Shen Yuzhi," Lu Shiyan held the broken pages of a yellowing medical book, his fingertips turning white, "You and the ancient miracle doctors use the same set of acupuncture methods."
Shen Yuzhi slowly put away the silver box: "Mr. Lu, instead of looking at the old photos, why don't you pay more attention to your pulse, which is so angry that it's about to start a prairie fire?"
Later——
Lu Shiyan replaced the entire Western medicine team with a traditional Chinese medicine cabinet, and smiled at Shen Yuzhi's back as he applied acupuncture on himself: "They say doctors don't heal themselves, so how about I be your medicine?"
The silver needle pierces the arrogance of modern medicine, and the ancient prescription brews the heartbeat that transcends time and space.
When the palace secrets meet the giants of capital, will they be tit-for-tat, or will they be mutual antidotes?
Note: 1v1 year, Chinese medicine revival line + strong mutual flirtation, HE
Purpose: Chinese medicine should be seen