A sachet containing naught but scattered medicine dregs. It once held herbs, but before the owner could return…
A sachet containing naught but scattered medicine dregs. It once held herbs, but before the owner could return, the doctor had diverted them to more urgent needs. Yet the sachet was kept. The doctor waited for the turmoil to subside, hoping the elder might one day tap upon the table again and say: "A few doses, please, for my grandson."
Yet the elder never returned, and the sachet found no new herbs to hold. "Perhaps," the doctor told himself, "the boy has simply recovered."