Thirteen Needles with Dragon Pattern

The night my grandfather passed away, he passed on the camphor wood medical box to me. There is a piece of yellow paper taped to the inside of the box lid. The ink has faded to rust color and contains three lines of ancestral precepts: A man who changed his life without medical treatment 2. Diseases that have no cause or effect without treatment Three unhealed souls that are dead but not yet dead "If you don't keep these three rules," my grandfather finally held my hand, digging his nails into my flesh, "you will see things you shouldn't see." I was twenty-four years old at the time, graduated with a master's degree from the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and had just been training at the city's Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for half a year. I thought these were the superstitious last words of an old man. It wasn't until three months later that I met the first patient I "shouldn't see."