The medicine has long dried up, but its bitter smell still lingers in this pot. With that bitter medicine, the traveling doctor saved countless lives. And when she fell seriously ill, no one was there for her except for the medicine pot on the furnace.
The doctor traveled across the land in search of rare herbs, with the zeal of an adventurer. On a steep cliff between slippery rocks, she found this silver lotus. The lotus was never made into medicine, but its scent gave her the strength to go on from that day forward.
Even the pitch-black night could not stand between the traveling doctor and her patients. Danger lurks in every corner at night. Those who venture out must be as vigilant as the owl. But unlike the owl, the endless nights without rest eventually took their toll on the traveling doctor, and she fell ill.
Back when the traveling doctor roamed from place to place, her days were busy and she hurried between appointments. Come sun or rain, nothing could keep her from her work. This handkerchief not only protected her messy hair, it also served as a bandage. It saw her through all her hardships and became her most loyal partner on her journey.
When treating a dying patient, every second counts. The accuracy of this watch had helped the traveling doctor turn the tide numerous times. But as she lay alone on the sickbed in her final days, all she could do was savor its sound, each tick standing for one of the precious moments of life she had left. What used to be a tool to save lives now sang a final elegy for its owner.