She transmigrated with a stethoscope in hand, with only silver needles and medicinal herbs as her shield.
Deep in the mountains, she takes in a leper girl as her companion, while a blind scholar records her medical cases.
The authorities raid what they call a “den of depravity,” only to find everyone sharing a pot of coarse rice and discussing the affairs of their village.
“This is no hidden paradise,” the old scholar says, trembling. “This is what people’s hearts yearn for!”
A hundred years later, a faded note tucked into the county annals reads: “The Lin clan’s fragrant medicine drew the worthy together in the wilderness. They practiced medicine to save the world. Though they never changed the world, the spirit of equality and mutual aid still lives on in mountain songs to this day.”
