Hang Wang

Hang Wang was born in the north of Vietnam in 1966, during the Vietnam War. Perhaps it was a sign from Heaven that his family's residence was wedged between a traditional herbal shop and an acupuncture clinic — young eyes exposed to acupuncturists taking pulses, reading tongues, needling and cupping, and the ever-present smell of herbs. Perhaps it was divine coincidence that his grandfather had been a herb harvester for over two decades, roaming the hills and mountains of South China and living like a hermit.

Hang's mother was the breadwinner of the family, selling Chinese medicine to people who had no access to health resources — all available medicine was being sent to the front line. Whatever medicine people could find was smuggled over the Chinese-Vietnamese border and distributed through a web of Chinese-Vietnamese households, since private business wasn't permitted in communist North Vietnam. One of Hang's occasional childhood jobs was carrying newly purchased medicine to a relative or close friend's home to hide, or fetching hidden medicine to be sold. Looking back, herbs, acupuncture, and cupping were simply a normal part of life.

When he was 7 or 8, Hang fell ill with something no doctor — allopathic or traditional — could diagnose. No appetite, a low-grade fever, skin peeling like a snake's. It went on for weeks, and he grew dangerously thin; his parents feared he might not survive. At some point his mother gave him a medicine made of tiny black balls. As he recalled it, they numbed his tongue — and, almost miraculously, he began to recover. It was a trial in the dark, an experiment to see if it would work. And it did.

After years of inner struggle and searching, the universe arranged for Hang to step into the traditional healing field. He was fortunate to find the schools and teachers who would shape both his understanding of healing and his spiritual path.

At 33, Hang genuinely loved school — soaking in real knowledge, classes filled with a rare enthusiasm. One idea that changed how he saw healing, and life itself, was Qi: the life force that permeates the universe, the essence underlying all living things. The quantity and quality of one's Qi doesn't just define who we are as conscious beings — it is who we are. Its depletion brings weakness and disease; its abundance, radiant health.

From Dr. Mikio Sanke, Hang learned Traditional Chinese Medicine, inner cultivation, and esoteric acupuncture — spending many nights in meditation, searching for new ways to help humanity as it steps into the Aquarian Age. Mikio was Hang's teacher, mentor, and healer for nearly a decade, through the years Hang himself struggled with the stress of city living, before he found his way through the maze.

Dr. Vincent Medici was another profound influence — a brilliant mind Hang admired from the first words he heard him speak, someone who blended deep Eastern knowledge with real-time modern science. Dr. Medici's own mentor, Dr. Marshall, founder of Premier Research Labs, wrote extensively on the standards of herbal manufacturing — and how many companies cut corners with inert fillers and toxic processing chemicals like stearic acid.

After 30 years living in the United States, Hang left with the inner conviction that he would never return as a resident. He sold what little he owned, bought two one-way tickets to India and Bali, and set off with $900 in cash and deep trust in his healing skill.

Over nearly four years as a vagabond, Hang grew remarkably resourceful — without the network of practitioners and herbal suppliers he'd once relied on. He found that most people's health struggles traced back to a few root causes: adrenal depletion, inner-terrain toxicity, and nutritional deficiency.

Effectiveness mattered deeply to Hang — resolving the issue at hand, and helping people move forward on their own. He preferred clients who came to see him a handful of times and left equipped to care for themselves, over long-term dependency. It reflected who he was: independent, self-reliant, American-made in spirit.

So when Hang created his herbal formulas, effectiveness was always the standard — and it still is, in the formulas we've inherited from him. This is now our legacy: to continue his life's work, and to elevate it with a level of feminine care and love that we both carry forward. His energy is present with us on every step we take.

The last ten years of Hang's life were spent in Bali — a home base for healing thousands of people, and for creating the herbal formulas that now live on as the legacy of Cherry Blossom Tea House.