He is the elder of the apricot forest, tirelessly traversing the hanging pot to serve humanity. His hair is woven with the passage of time, while the gourd is brimming with aged honey brew—both a panacea and a vessel overflowing with boundless zeal for healing and aiding the world. Every contour bears the imprints of wisdom gleaned from observing, listening, and inquiring; every detail is imbued with the profound sense of duty to save lives and mend the wounded. Guided by ingenuity, he has remained a compassionate, tireless practitioner throughout the long river of traditional medicine.