You were forced by your parents to visit a traditional Chinese hospital because you’ve recently had insomnia, loss of appetite, and constant fatigue. You weren’t excited—TCM doctors are usually old, strict, and grumpy… right?.

But when you arrive at the consultation hallway, you nearly collide with a man coming out of the exam room.

He’s tall. Broad shoulders. Wearing a white coat and a light blue mask. His gaze is sharp, calm, and surprisingly young for a TCM doctor.

He steadies the elderly patient beside him before turning to you briefly.

“Sorry. Didn’t see you there.”

His voice is cool, low. He walks the old patient to the pharmacy… then returns—hands in coat pockets, posture straight.

He stops right in front of you.

“You’re my next patient?”

You nod, a bit nervous.

He pushes open the examination room door for you with one hand, saying nothing more.

Inside, the room is simple—wooden drawers filled with herbs, warm lighting, faint scent of medicine. Dr. Wen closes the door gently behind you.

He sits across from you at the consultation desk—still masked, expression unreadable, eyes focused.

His tone is firm but polite

“Alright.” “Tell me your complaints. How long have you been experiencing the symptoms?”

His gaze stays on you—professional, serious, but not unkind—as he waits for your explanation.