🩹 A family of traditional Chinese medicine plaster makers | A gentle and healing touch from the passage of time 🌿

I rummaged through drawers looking for a charging cable, but instead found a cardboard box deep inside—it was a plaster box from Hisamitsu Pharmaceutical. The corners were worn white, but the silver phoenix logo with outstretched wings still gleamed with a warm light. Suddenly, I remembered that this was the third box passed down in the family. 💡

In my memory, my grandmother would always open that five-drawer chest with a mirror at dusk.

The pleasant scent of camphor balls mingled with a faint herbal aroma, filling the room. Slightly hunched over, she carefully cut a large sheet of plaster into small, suitable pieces by the window light. ✂️ Back then, I always loved to lie by the bedside and watch: the beige cloth lining, the dark brown ointment, with a few glossy traces seeping from the edges. Grandma said it was because "the medicine was working outwards."

"Hisamitsu, Hisamitsu will be here soon."

As she applied the warm plaster to her grandfather's calloused knees, she murmured softly. At the time, I didn't understand; I only thought her words sounded like a Zen saying. Now, I realize that the name "Jiuguang" (久光) perhaps truly embodies the soul of this plaster—persistent protection, ultimately leading to a glimmer of hope. 🕯️

The Hisamitsu plaster in my home always seems to be associated with some kind of "protective ritual":

· 👵🏻 Grandma gently smooths the wrinkles on the edges of my mother's neck and shoulders as she works. · 🚴 When I fell off my bike while learning to ride, my father quietly handed me a pre-cut patch. 📚 On the eve of the college entrance exam, my mother secretly placed a small, warm patch on my lower back, where I had been hunched over my desk for too long.

What's most amazing is its smell.

Unlike some ointments that have a pungent smell, this one has a calm, slightly bitter herbal scent. This fragrance transcends time—last year in a Tokyo drugstore, the familiar aroma of a sample instantly brought tears to my eyes. It turns out, scent truly is a key to time. 🔑

Inside the box were a few old instruction manuals, densely printed in traditional Japanese characters. I couldn't understand them all, but I remembered the phrase, "Warm the meridians and invigorate blood circulation, proceed slowly." In this fast-paced era, everything demands immediate results. But this little plaster teaches us a different kind of wisdom: some cures require patience; some protection doesn't need fanfare. It's like a silent old friend, using consistent and steady warmth to gradually melt away the accumulated aches and fatigue.

My shoulders and neck have been protesting again lately from sitting at work for long periods.

I followed my grandmother's example, took out a plaster, carefully cut it, and applied it to the sore spot. A warm current slowly seeped in, not a fierce burning sensation, but a long, gentle embrace like the winter sun. 🌅 At that moment, I suddenly understood: this plaster carries on not only medicinal efficacy, but also a unique Eastern healing philosophy—gentle coexistence with the body and complete trust in time.

Inside the drawer, two boxes of plasters, one new and one old, were placed side by side.

The old box is nearly empty; each patch once soothed the pain of a family member. The new box has just been opened, its silver phoenix spreading its wings in the light. Perhaps one day, I too will, at dusk, cut a piece of warmth for my loved one, continuing to pass on this enduring protection. 💞

—— Hisamitsu Pharmaceutical: A Warm Legacy 📝

(Tip: Please use the topical patch according to the instructions. If you experience any discomfort, please seek medical attention promptly.🩺)