A Doctor of the Dao at the Pharmacy

Lu Yuan was a pharmacist in the pharmacy department of the city hospital. He had worked there for ten years, as ordinary as could be.

Until one night, the row of old traditional medicine cabinets that had stood in the pharmacy for over twenty years began to breathe.

The drawers sprang open by themselves, and the medicinal herbs glowed in every color. He grabbed three herbs at random and rushed into the emergency room, pulling a patient whose bleeding Western medicine couldn't stop back from the brink of death.

The next day, an old, yellowed prescription appeared in his pocket.

"The medicine cabinet is imbued with spirit, and seeks a master to serve. Since you have found this prescription, our fates are now entwined."

It was signed by an old pharmacist, Zhang Dehou, who had been missing for three days.

What Lu Yuan didn't know was that these medicine cabinets had been passed down through three generations, and none of their previous owners had been ordinary people.

And he was the fourth.

From then on, the line of people seeking his treatment stretched all the way to the hospital entrance.

Then a person in a gray jacket came calling.