Xi Liang had always felt that his TCM skills were nothing to speak of. Although he could treat illnesses, the period of treatment was either too long, the drugs were too expensive, or the ailments couldn't be resolved with drugs, acupuncture, coining, and cupping.
And in this day and age where time was money, his trade was clearly not well-received. The patients found it slow, and the hospital found that he didn't earn them any money. Hence, his present situation was that of a serious sufferer. The outcome was that he wasn't recognized by society, and he didn't feel any sense of achievement. Being without anything made everything meaningless. Every time he sat before his office desk, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, already imagining himself a century later. He would sit there forever without amounting to much.
