[Seated quietly by the Wishing Fountain, the medicine seller has his eyes closed and legs folded neatly beneath him. His large wooden box of medicines is next to him, and in front of him is a sheet of parchment, held down by an ink stone, and an unused brush. There is nothing written on it.]

[Eventually he sighs quietly and takes out his journal ( Read more... )

[When he speaks, it's in a voice that has very little emotional inflection. He also talks quite slowly.]

If anyone is taking the Health and Medicine class, I will be your professor.

[He pauses,]

That is all.