Doctors Who Do Not Want to Abandon Medicine and Pursue Literature Are Not Good Doctors

When I gave up medicine to pursue literature, it was not a betrayal, but a flight. For twenty years, I have crawled between the words of the "Compendium of Materia Medica", thinking that the vegetation, trees, gold and stones in the world are nothing more than monarchs, ministers and envoys. I have tasted three hundred and seventy-nine medicines, I can tell the heat of Thunder God's preparation, and I can see through the counterfeit smoked by merchants with sulfur. I once believed that every ailment had an antidote, as sure as a lock and key. Until I cooked that dose of "Huang Quan Yin" with my own hands. Fang Zai's "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" (Shen Nong's Materia Medica) contains a chapter saying that it can overcome life and death. When seventeen rare medicinal herbs boiled in the pottery vat, I saw it - the medicinal gas rose into shapes it shouldn't have, and the shadows grew in reverse on the wall. The patient who drank the bowl of soup neither died nor lived. He opened his eyes, and in the depths of his pupils was the chaos before the vegetation was born. He said with the sound of the roots of seventeen kinds of plants rubbing together: "You opened the door." From now on, I can no longer look directly at any medicine. The veins of a baby are curled up in the wolfberry, and the cross-section of the angelica oozes juice that doesn't look like blood. The wooden grid of the medicine bucket slides on its own in the middle of the night, forming a summoning array. I burned all the prescription books, but those words have grown again in my bone marrow, read with the strokes of meridians and the sentences of roots. Now I write this. Ink is ground from cicada slough, luminous sand and an indescribable third substance. Every word that falls on the paper spreads medicinal properties like mycelium. This is not a medical skill, this is a reverse prescription - poison brewed blindly with words, just to prove that there are indeed things that even the "Compendium of Materia Medica" does not dare to include. Read carefully. Once some knowledge enters your eyes, plants and trees that do not belong to this world will be planted in your internal organs.