Zheng Shan held the crumpled medical school appointment letter and stood at the dusty entrance to the village. He finally came back, to this almost forgotten southern village, and took over his grandfather's crumbling "Zheng's Medical Hall". The old man held his hand before leaving, his cloudy eyes sparkling: "Shanzi, our ancestral prescription can cure diseases that cannot be cured by big hospitals in the city... Especially women's diseases."
