On January 14th, Kiyo Day, the highest temperature in Tokyo was 9 degrees Celsius.

After Takuya Aramura woke up, he squinted on the bed for a few more minutes, then put on his clothes, opened the curtains and stretched out in front of the window.

"Uh..."

A set of deep, sun-drenched air was inhaled into his lungs.

Well... It feels good.

How do you arrange it today?

Go...

He suddenly remembered something.

The pair of deer antlers that Sui Liguo gave him a year ago is still in a Chinese medicine store in Chinatown.

Go get it back, he hasn't drunk deer antler soaked water yet...

It's just right to nourish your body...

Having made up his mind, Takuya Aramura left the bedroom, turned around and slipped into the bathroom.

After finishing washing, he went out and bought a chow mein bread at the convenience store opposite for breakfast, and then turned the car keys and got into the car.

What?

Job?

I'm sorry, Fujiwara Xun is worried about his health, so he hasn't taken any work yet, and his work before his illness has been postponed for a week, and the major crews also expressed their understanding of this, and asked him to rest well, and then go to the studio to record in the best state when his body is completely better.

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Chinatown, a Chinese medicine store.

The boss here is a white-haired old man in a Tang costume, with a ruddy complexion, full of energy, and at least looks more energetic than Takushi Aramura.

"Oh, boy, you're finally here, to get the antlers?" The old man held a cup of hot tea, looked at Takuya Aramura with a smile, and joked, "You have been with me for a year, and I am ready to swallow it if you don't come again."

He was very impressed by this young Japanese man who spoke fluent Chinese.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Taku Aramura walked to the counter with his hands in his pockets, "I didn't think about it before."

"Hahaha." The old man was happy for a while, pointed at him and teased, "The memory of a young man is not good, no, I have to make up for it."

"You're right." Takuya Aramura maintains his humility as a junior.

"Come on, you wait." The old man smiled and walked into the back room.

"Take it easy." Takuya Aramura reminded.

"Long-winded." The old man looked back impatiently, "Old man, my body is better than yours!"

"..."Taku Aramura didn't have anything to say.

In a sense, the old man doesn't seem to be wrong...

It's time to put a fitness program on the agenda.

Takuya Aramura is determined to train himself to be an adult man with a normal physique.

Not to mention the tendon meat of the whole body, but it can't be compared to a white-haired old man.

After waiting for two minutes, the old man finally came out of the back room with a plastic can.

"Oh, cut deer antler slices, and there are 756 grams after drying." The old man placed the cans on the countertop.

"Thank you." Takuya Aramura took his hand out of his pocket, picked up the jar and weighed it twice in the palm of his hand, "This thing is shrinking so fast."

"Deer antler velvet has a lot of moisture." The old man leaned back, fell on the recliner behind him, and lifted Erlang's legs, "It's like a towel covered with water, if you twist it hard, what weight can it have?"

"It makes sense, it makes sense." Takuya Aramura is full of perfunctory.

"Hmm—" The old man snorted for a moment, then turned around and glanced at the stack of small drawers with stacks of pills, "You wait a minute, don't go yet."

"Huh?" Takuya Aramura tilted his head.

The old man quickly took out the target from one drawer to another, pulled out one of the ones with the word "wolfberry" on it, took a jar in his hand, grabbed a large handful, and threw it into it.

Small red and shriveled particles poured out of the old man's hands, and Takuya Aramura frowned.

"This is a wolfberry from Western Xia, China... Good stuff!" The old man boasted about the goods at hand and held it

The jar filled with wolfberries frowned and looked at Takuya Aramura for a while, and turned around again.

American ginseng also has a little...

And white peony...

Codonopsis...

Tossing and turning, a total of six jars, were all placed in front of Takuya Deserted Village.

"You are—" Takuya Aramura said with some hesitation.

"It nourishes qi and blood and regulates the body." The old man poked his fingers at him with a leisurely attitude, "Look at your dead appearance, you can tell at a glance that you are recovering from a serious illness, and you are dying of loss of qi and blood, and you are suffering from illness, and if you don't make up for it, it will be over sooner or later."

Although Takuya Aramura was a doctor in his previous life, he was a Western doctor himself, and he didn't know much about Chinese medicine, so when he heard the words "qi and blood deficit", he couldn't help but think in a certain direction.

He was silent for a moment, then asked with a slight hesitation, "What do you mean... I'm a little... Virtual?"

The word "deficiency" has a very wonderful use in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, which can not only describe the weakness of physical fitness, but also refer to the low function of a certain organ, which is commonly known as "kidney deficiency".

All in all, it's a very subtle word.

Obviously, the topic span was too large, and the old man didn't react at once, so he nodded his head twice, "It's not a little virtual, it's very virtual!"

"..."Takuya Aramura's face changed several times.

As an adult male, you don't want to be limited in what you can do.

"It's better to exercise." The old man picked up the hot tea again and blew a breath of hot air, "Just raise it slowly, this problem is not urgent."

"I see—" Takuya Aramura rubbed his eyelids and hugged the jars in his arms, "Thank you for the reminder."

"Thank you." The old man waved his hand, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and began to write, "Don't eat too many of these things, do you understand the right amount?" According to the amount I wrote, with diet, work and rest, exercise..."

It took two minutes to finish, and the old man threw the paper towards Takuya Aramura, "Okay."

Takuya Aramura took the paper in his free hand and looked at it, and stuffed it into his coat pocket, "How much?"

"It's quite a match with your kid, of course, it's impossible to be free, give you a purchase price..."

"Thank you..."

The old man is a sincere person, and what he gave Takuya Aramura was indeed the purchase price, but Takuya Aramura, who took advantage of it, did not have even the slightest happiness in his heart.

On the other side, two young women holding sugar gourds were shopping.

It's Junri Uchida and Sumire Uesaka.

"Junrei-san..." Sumire Uesaka licked the sugar gourd, "Why did you suddenly ask me to come to Chinatown?"

Uchida Junli pouted with sugar gourds on his lips, and his eyes kept scanning the shops on both sides of the road, "Didn't I tell you, Aramura-san ordered a pair of armor for me..."

"Alright, alright!" Sumire Uesaka originally liked sweet and sour sugar gourds, but somehow, now she suddenly felt that the sugar gourds were not so fragrant and became sour, "How long have you been talking about this? Is it necessary to speak every day?"

Junri Uchida lowered his head and smiled, the sugar gourd in his mouth became even sweeter, "Do I say it every day?"

"Yes!"

"Is there one?"

"It's been days! Say it dozens of times a day!" Sumire Uesaka rolled her eyes frantically.

Junri Uchida covered his mouth and snickered, and then explained, "No, I thought, doesn't Aramura-san like Huaguo's things very much, and I want to buy something here as a gift in return."

"Oh." Sumire Uesaka responded indifferently, turning her head and not wanting to look at her.

Then, she saw a tall figure.

Sumire Uesaka breathed a breath, reached out and patted Junri Uchida, then pointed to the figure, "Look who that person is."

Uchida looked at her fingers, and his eyes lit up in an instant.

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