You can leave the meeting minutes to me, Doctor. I'm very good at shorthand—You can't read my writing? Oh, sorry. I'll do my best to write neatly.

The head of Medical wants to have a chat with my master? That might be difficult… That elderly man—he wanders all around as he practices, so meeting him even once isn't easy. Why do I call him that? He has healing hands, but he's got a haggard face and a stick-thin body, though he'll still give you a kindly look now and then, just like any other elder.

There's an old saying in Yan: 'A house with ginger, illness won't linger.' Fresh ginger is warming, able to induce sweating that relieves external symptoms while expelling cold from the stomach. Don't be a picky eater, Doctor. You really can't eat it? Well, ginger and jujube tea, ginger cystymilk curd, and ginger honey water will also do. Just wait here while I brew a pot.

The Shen Jing, Cu Bing, and Zhen Gui. Yes, that's them. Just leave them on my table. Thanks. Why do I bring all these books with me? Go ahead and laugh, Doctor. Despite my many years of medical internship, there are many things in the books which I don't fully understand.

My master would always say that late nights are harmful and deplete your qi, and that you must never indulge in them. But… I would often wake in the middle of the night to see him sitting alone by the candle, lost in thought. I believe you and he are very similar.

Dandelions have medicinal properties; the Yanese use them to make decoctions, while Columbians make similar tisanes. But their effects would remain obscure without proper research. *sigh* There are countless medicinals out there, and I want to learn about all the wonders they hold, but I… No, there's still my master. He'll be able to do it.

Look over here, Doctor! Fwoo—Haha, they're dandelions a coworker at the Convalescent Garden sent over. Would you like to try blowing on one? Oh, right, remember to make a wish when you do. Who knows, it might come true in a few days.

I'm not Yanese, I've just followed my master around for a long time, so the way he speaks and lives rubbing off on me was inevitable… My hometown? Why don't you take a guess? A hint? The farthest point these dandelions can fly. That's where my hometown is.

These bells on my staff aren't just for show. Our travels often took us through the wastes, and the chime of the bells bring people in arduous straits some measure of hope. 'I vow to save all sentient life from suffering.' This is why my master carries on, and what makes him weary. Me? I don't have such grand aspirations, but I'll do my best to keep up.

The decoction worked wonders… It's dandelion season, Doctor, you'll need a little something to clear the sinuses. Rest well, now.

Hello, you can call me Taraxacum. My master sent me here for an exchange study, and also to tell his brothers and sisters that he is well. Me? I am simply his coachman, with a little knowledge of medicine.

No theory without practice, no practice without theory.

A promotion? Does that mean I get to be a master myself? Haha, just kidding. I know I still have a long way to go.

Another promotion? Doctor, healers should have calm minds and concrete goals, and should not have wants or desires. I don't think I really merit such a—My diligent practice deserves commendation? Well… If that's your logic, then the one who really deserves commendation is you, Doctor.

I've prepared forty-three common prescriptions. Whatever ails you, I'll have the medicine for it.

Everyone, relax. I've already studied the battlefield in detail.

Sickness requires swift treatment.

'See the suffering of others as if your own'… I know your weak spots. Forgive me.

The medicines are mixed.

Medical equipment ready.

Afraid I can't do much about that tongue of yours.

Going to need to look up what's wrong with your pulse.

Illness is unpredictable. This will be… tricky.

Prescriptions are adaptive, so let's add an extra ingredient!

Since it's being stubborn… Let's change how we're administering the meds!

I understand the symptoms now. Don't worry, I won't make even the slightest mistake.

Most meticulous.

What a perfect prescription.

Something must have gone wrong with my Medicine Pot… I'll need to ask Engineering for help when we're back.

Let's go back and get some rest, Doctor.

Now where… would Master's siblings be…

The medicine's just been brewed. Careful not to burn yourself!

So, Doctor, out of all these medical texts on the table, which do you feel like memorizing first?

Arknights.

A New Year's custom calls for customized herbal teas. Care for a cup, Doctor? Bitter? No, shouldn't be. Lungmen herbal tea is different from ordinary decoctions… Dried tangerine peel, lotus leaves, and honeysuckle, all steamed to remove the astringency. That sounds like a decoction? It's not! It really is just regular herbal tea!

Would you like something off the grill, Doctor? Though it might be too heaty… Huh?

Sit here, Doctor. No need to be so nervous. Today is your birthday, and I learned some Yanese tui na massage techniques from my master. You're always hunched over your desk, so your back, shoulders and neck must ache a lot. Here, a-and here… Well, how's that? Feels great, doesn't it!

Don't worry, I've already filed away all the case files. Phew… I hope that one day, there won't be a market for these medicines! Ah, I'm not trying to put a curse on your company or anything. I was just thinking, if there ever comes a day when these cases were gathering dust, wouldn't that mean everyone will be healthy?