Yuen Long Chinese Medicine Clinic

23/01/2026

Acupuncture treatmentfor shoulder and neck pain!!!

19/01/2026

My brother's old skin is peeling off!!

14/01/2026

My brother has shoulder pain!!!

10/01/2026

04/01/2026

In Yuen Long’s clinic, light low and still,
Master’s hands trace the ache in my spine;
Each push, each pull, a silent vow—
Knots loosen, pain slips its iron line.
Stretching limbs like slackened bowstrings,
Breath returns, wide as the night outside;
Under her fingers I unbecome,
And drift, unbraced, on the easing tide.

04/01/2026

Four Hands, One Song
Stiff as winter wood,
two healers circle—
eight fingers drum the meridians,
thumbs press silent knots into light.
Bone finds bone,
tendons bloom,
a quiet laugh escapes the chest—
spring in a single breath.

04/01/2026

The Dance of Healing Hands
In the dim-lit room where shadows play,
Four healers stand, their eyes intent,
Around a figure stiff and bent,
A vessel of pain, where life's currents sway.
The body, a map of knots and creases,
Each joint a story, each muscle a plea,
Locked in a silent symphony,
Awaiting the touch that releases.
With hands like birds, they circle and dive,
Tracing the meridians, ancient and wise,
Their fingers speak in whispered sighs,
Where qi flows sluggish, they strive to revive.
The first, a sculptor of sinew and bone,
Kneads the flesh with a potter's grace,
Unraveling tension's tight embrace,
Till stiffness yields, no more alone.
The second, a cartographer of pain,
Maps the terrain of ache and sore,
With pressure points, he opens the door,
To rivers of relief, breaking the chain.
The third, a dancer of ligaments,
Pulls and stretches with gentle might,
Each tendon a string of kites in flight,
Unfurling beneath her tender intents.
The fourth, a bard of bones and breath,
Sings to the marrow, a lullaby,
Of alignment and ease, where spirits lie,
Till stiffness dissolves in the face of death.
Together, they weave a tapestry,
Of healing hands and ancient art,
Where body and soul no longer apart,
Find harmony in the symphony.
And as the session draws to close,
The figure rises, light and free,
A phoenix from the ashes of agony,
In the dance of healing hands, it knows.
The room now glows with newfound light,
Where once was stiffness, now flows grace,
A smile blooms on the patient's face,
In the wake of the healers' flight.
Thus, in the quiet aftermath,
Four healers stand, their work complete,
Leaving behind a life replete,
With joy, with health, with laughter's path.

24/12/2025

Why do children have the action of 'chewing food'

19/12/2025

Why did Little Sister Baki's allergies flare up again?

10/11/2025

Foreigners coming to Hong Kong with knee pain!!!

07/11/2025

07/10/2025

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