Since he had the power to heal, it seems only natural that Mitsukake would be drawn to the medical field, though at this time he was known as Myou Juan. He was determined to help everyone he possibly could by healing their wounds and tending to their bodies. It also seems natural that this compassionate young man would woman who also wanted to help heal people and could assist him. The passion he felt for his field of choice was matched only by the love he had for her—his beloved Shoka. This was probably the happiest time in his entire life, though it was not to last.
He was a skilled doctor and probably the only one in his area able to or trained to heal the desperately sick. He was frequently summoned to distant villages to help people which often took him from the loving arms of the one he wished to marry. Perhaps he would return exhausted but she would be there to worry over him and make sure he got enough rest before she would let him return to his job. This did not happen the last time that he made one of these trips. Instead he returned to find his loving assistant and fiancé dead from something called the Shikkonki disease. She had tried to hold on, suffering the agonizing pain of the dreadful disease, waiting for the return of her lover but in the end she could not survive to see him even one more time.
Myou Juan was devastated. He was able to heal everyone except for the person who mattered to him most in the entire world. He blamed himself for her death because he had not been there to help her when she needed him. He wound cloth around his healing hand and placed a stone wall around his loving, compassionate heart. He couldn't heal her, so he would heal no one else. He shut himself away from all people and instead turned to animals, such as his little kitty. He remained a recluse until one fateful day when both he and a strange girl in foreign clothes spotted the same fish on the ground…