In the rainy Qingxi Village in the south, a young man who lost his mother vowed to learn medicine to save people because he was poor and had no medical treatment. He was half farmer and half doctor. He walked barefoot on the fields, climbed mountains and cliffs, and crossed streams and rivers. He practiced medicine from the age of twenty to eighty-eight. He experienced famine, floods, plagues, reforms, and changes of the times. He did not receive any medical fees throughout his life. He only relied on a handful of herbs and a box of silver needles to protect the people. He is not a famous doctor, but he is what the villagers call a "living god"; he has no diploma, but he is more reassuring than the hospital.
This is the epic story of a barefoot doctor, and it is also the warmest and most authentic memory of rural China.
