Under the old locust tree in Qingshan Village, there is always a faded red cross medicine box hanging. When 28-year-old Lin Shen walked to the clinic on the bluestone slab, his trousers were stained with mud, but his white coat was washed white. This was the fifth year since he gave up his job as a third-class doctor in Xiehe and returned to his village to work as a general practitioner. Villagers say he is "romantic": his young daughter-in-law likes to see him for gynecological consultations and praises his gentle hands and warm words; old men and women hold his pulse and say that he is more considerate than their own sons; even cowherd boys like to chase him and call him "Brother Lin" because he can always take out fruit candies from the medicine box. But everyone knows that there is a lonely brave man hidden under this "romance" - he missed the postgraduate entrance examination to save a child who fell into the water, and he plunged his youth into the mountain col to protect his grandmother's last words before her death: "Don't let the villagers look down on the disease anymore."
Until Su Wanqing drove a pickup truck covered with mud into the village. A master's degree from the Agricultural University and the person in charge of the ecological agriculture project, she originally came to teach the villagers how to grow organic tea, but Lin Shen cured her of recurring low-grade fevers. "You, a country doctor, can still read test reports?" She raised her eyebrows, but he handed over a stack of handwritten medical records: "Western medicine indicators, Chinese medicine adjustments, our village's old prescriptions cannot be thrown away." The two of them started from arguing about the ratio of organic fertilizers to sending pregnant women with dystocia to the town hospital in the middle of the night, and gradually developed a tacit understanding. Lin Shen discovered that this girl who always wore a jacket smiled like a wild cuckoo in the mountain stream; Su Wanqing also understood that the so-called "romantic" meant that he had engraved the pain of every villager into his heart.
When the clinic needed to be expanded and the organic tea garden needed to recruit workers, and when Lin Shen received a re-employment invitation from the city hospital, Su Wanqing stuffed the tea seedlings into his hands: "Qingshan needs you, I
