There Are Fusu in the Mountains

Su Fu, a graduate of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, did not stay in the city as a doctor as his grandfather had hoped. Instead, he returned to a small mountain town carrying a basket of medicine. On the days when I return to my hometown, I can't avoid my grandfather's words, "You should leave." Su Fu didn't leave. She experimented with growing Gengenium on the barren slopes, planted Astragalus membranaceus in the medicine fields, told the story of Angelica sinensis in a live broadcast through the camera of her mobile phone, and sent the fragrance of medicine from the mountains to the outside of the mountains. Just when new greenery finally appeared in her field of medicinal herbs and the number of fans was slowly increasing, her grandfather suddenly became seriously ill. When she was dying, the old man held her hand and said the same words, "Go to the city." After his grandfather left, Su Fu finally went to the hospital in the city, but the glass windows in the consulting room always reflected the vast starry sky in the mountains. Three months later, she handed in her resignation letter and returned to Yuexi Town. The medicine field is still there, and the camera is still there, but the stone where grandpa used to sit is empty. Su Fu smiled at the camera: "I am planting astragalus today. Grandpa said it can replenish qi." The mountain wind swept over the medicinal field, as if grandpa responded.