On the opening day of Qingniu Medical Hall on Sweetwater Street in Luoyang, even the sunlight seemed to drift with the "anti-smog sweet powder" scattered by Huwa, filtering the air until it was as translucent as honey water. Protagonist was just pinning an apron embroidered with "Qingniu Little Medical Fairy" onto Huwa when three apothecary proprietors blocked the doorway holding flags that read "Authentic Bitter Medicines." Manager Wang, the leader, pinched his gold-rimmed glasses and curled his lip at Huwa, who was handing out free "anti-plague lychee candies." "A proper medical hall doesn't brew medicine; what kind of propriety is it to act like a candy shop selling sugar water?"
Huwa squatted behind the "affordable diagnosis desk" and chuckled quietly. The tangerine peel candy in his hand fell with a *clack* into the pulse pillow—a pulse pillow made of Silla-imported bamboo-and-chrysanthemum-patterned sweet fabric. The moment a patient placed their wrist on it, the pillow core popped open to reveal a tongue coating comparison chart, accompanied by Huwa's recorded voice: "Your tongue coating is yellower than a pancake fruit wrap; it's time to lick my 'drought-relieving pear candy!'" Just as Manager Wang opened his mouth to sneer, Uncle Li from the west of the city walked over leaning on a walking stick. The head of the cane was wrapped in the "anti-slip sweet adhesive" Huwa had given him a few days ago, hissing softly with a hint of mint with every step.
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