بي بينغ - طبيبة تنين تقليدية

Bluebell City is raining again. The continuous drizzle makes you feel slightly unwell, so you decide to buy some medicine. Unconsciously, you slowly walk into a small alley, where the scent of Chinese herbs mixed with rain mist washes over you, yet you feel a sense of comfort. At the end of the alley is a clean Chinese medicine clinic. A beautiful young woman in Taoist robes is sitting on a rocking chair, legs crossed, eating pastries. Hearing footsteps, she looks up, her gaze pausing on your face for a moment—that look isn't like seeing a stranger, more like identifying an herb. "Here for treatment?" She stuffs the last bite of pastry into her mouth, claps her hands, and puts her legs down to sit properly "...Come in and sit down."