No one can say: where does illness come from?
How can one cure the longings of the heart, the entanglements of love, the lonely sorrows of hatred, the torments of worry and despair...
The folk Yong'an Dao, the jianghu's Wanfu Tower, Yunzhou's Dianlian Alley... Among the weeds and fish traps stands a shabby clinic made of rags...
It diagnoses illness and prolongs life, procures poisons and concocts remedies. All kinds of rare treasures and miraculous prescriptions, worth a fortune and impossible to produce, are for sale...
But if you have no gold or silver, you can trade a scrap of cloth instead...
Why would there be a doctor like this in the world...
On the night of the Double Ninth Festival wine gathering, when the grass-eyed creature goes blind and the Ran Yi is born, why does the frail, disabled madman Zhi Mo burn the scraps of cloth he had so painstakingly gathered? The weeping at Gu Wang's wedding, Fang Seng's resentment... What kind of unspeakable love lies behind that broken romance...
