The pastoral life of the grass tribe chief

Everyone looked at Lu Yao in surprise.

"Do you really have a way?"

Lu Jiming asked softly.

If it were a minor injury or illness, he would definitely believe his childhood friend. But this serious illness, which resembles a mental illness, is something that even major hospitals and renowned doctors are helpless to treat. He can't bring himself to believe him, even if he wants to.

"The same condition can vary from person to person. I haven't seen the patients in person, so I can't say I have a solution."

Lu Yaodao.

"My purpose in returning to my hometown this time was to pay respects to my ancestors and to bring my mother to see a doctor."

"She's recuperating at my villa by the sea; I can take you to see her."

The people from Sichuan and Chongqing think differently from others.

He understands traditional Chinese medicine better than most people.

He has always firmly believed that good doctors are found among the common people.

The reason others don't believe Lu Yao is because he's too young.

However, Lu Yao's ability to raise top-quality crisp grass carp using Chinese medicinal herbs, brew highly effective bamboo leaf wine, and cultivate top-quality spring tea demonstrates that his expertise in traditional Chinese medicine far surpasses that of many so-called famous doctors, and is at least more accomplished than Lu Yao himself, a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

He didn't completely believe that Lu Yao could cure his mother; he was just desperate and had no other choice but to try anything, as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

"Let's go."

Lu Yao put down his chopsticks, stood up, and left.

"Uncle Yao, where are you going? I want to go too."

Upon seeing this, Lu Yulin quickly put down his soup spoon, grabbed a tissue, wiped his mouth, and prepared to follow.

"I'm going to Uncle Bashu's house with him, and I'll be back soon."

Lu Yaodao.

"Really?"

Lu Yulin held his hand tightly, afraid he would run away.

"I'm a dog if I lie."

Lu Yao extended his finger and made a pinky promise with him.

"Come back quickly."

Lu Yulin then let go.

"I'll be back when you wake up from your nap."

Lu Yaodao.

Lu Jiming and his fellow villagers from Xiyue did not go either.

They're visiting a patient, not going for tea; it's inappropriate for outsiders to join in.

Lu Yao waited for Bashu Lao at the entrance of the residential area, and then took his car to the seaside villa.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the seaside villa.

This is the most famous seaside villa area in Goose City, where each villa costs tens of millions.

Bashu Lao's is a super luxurious sea-view villa with front and back gardens, costing 2 million yuan.

Lu Yao had stayed in this level of ocean view hotel before when he was on a business trip with his boss. He didn't have any special feelings about the villa itself, but the beach and sea outside the villa deeply attracted him.

Perhaps the children of the mountains all yearn for the sea, and Lu Yao is no exception.

He didn't have any special requirements when looking for a job or renting a place, as long as it was close to the sea so he could take walks on the beach in his spare time.

When the sea breeze blows, all your worries are carried away by the ocean.

I love the sea.

Seeing that Lu Yao had been facing the sea the whole way, the Sichuanese man knew that he was also someone who loved the sea, and his liking for him increased even more.

"When I was little, I saw pictures of the ocean in my older siblings' books, and I fell in love with the ocean and longed for it."

"I first saw the sea when I was in the first year of junior high school. The school's literary club organized a trip to the seaside and asked us to write an essay about the sea."

"I was having so much fun at the beach that day that I jumped into the sea and swam, which scared my teachers and classmates."

"Afterwards, I was severely criticized by the teacher and became a negative example in my classmates' essays."

"Not only was I not angry, but I also boasted about my love for the sea at school, which made the literary society never dare to organize a trip to the beach again. I was scolded terribly by the students in the literary society."

Lu Yao had endless things to say about the sea, and his whole being was filled with joy.

"I also love the sea, but I didn't see it in a real sense until my university days."

"In order to be able to see the sea often, all the universities I applied to during my college entrance exams were located in cities with the sea, and I also chose to live in cities with the sea after I started working."

"You can also buy a villa here someday, and we can be neighbors."

The man from Sichuan wasn't being hypocritical; he genuinely believed that Lu Yao had the ability.

As the two were talking, they arrived at the room where the old woman from Sichuan lived.

Inside the room, a mother and daughter sat by the window, facing the sea, having a heart-to-heart talk.

On the way here, Lu Yao heard from the Sichuanese man that it was his sister who was taking care of their mother.

His sister is a surgeon at a traditional Chinese medicine hospital. In order to take care of their mother, his sister quit her job and stayed by her side to take care of her.

The mother and daughter look very alike.

I don't know what happy things the mother and daughter were talking about, but they both had smiles on their faces.

Lu Yao noticed that his mother's smile was tinged with frustration and sadness, her eyes were lifeless, and her expression was somewhat dazed.

The daughter's smile also revealed a hint of fatigue, a sign of not getting enough rest and being under too much internal pressure.

Just as the man from Sichuan was about to speak, Lu Yao silently stopped him and gestured for him to go outside.

The two went to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

"Your mother's symptoms are very serious and she cannot be subjected to any further stimulation. Talking to her about anything related to your sister and second brother will not help but will only rub salt into her wounds and worsen her condition."

Lu Yaodao.

"Do you have a solution?"

The Bashu people agreed with Lu Yao's words, but these issues were unavoidable if they wanted to treat their mother's illness. Therefore, they dared not easily take her to see a psychologist, for fear that she would be further agitated and her condition would worsen.

"I'll write a prescription. You grind all the ingredients into powder, and I'll take it back, prepare it, and make soup for your mother."

"Take one dose a day, and you'll see results after a week."

"It's normal to sleep longer after drinking it, so there's no need to worry."

As Lu Yao spoke, he wrote a prescription on WeChat and sent it to Bashu Lao.

Bupleurum, dragon bone, rhubarb, licorice, scutellaria...

The man from Sichuan took a look and saw that they were all very common Chinese patent medicines for calming the nerves, so he looked at Lu Yao with some surprise and doubt.

"You don't need to doubt it, I will definitely add some special medicinal herbs that are not in the prescription."

"I dare not boast that I can definitely cure your mother's condition, but I can guarantee you that your mother will sleep very well for the next week and wake up naturally."

Lu Yao knew what he was thinking.

"Let's go get the medicine."

Bashu Lao drove Lu Yao to a Chinese and Western pharmacy owned by his friend to get medicine.

Even if Lu Yao couldn't completely cure his mother's illness, as long as his mother could get a week's worth of peaceful sleep, he would be eternally grateful to Lu Yao.

With the prescription ready, the man from Bashu took Lu Yao back to Lu Jiming's shop.

"When can I come to pick up my medicine?"

"A man from Sichuan asked."

"You can have tea here; it will be ready in an hour."

Lu Yaodao.

The Sichuanese man thought he would have to wait a day or two, or even longer, but he was overjoyed when he found out it only took an hour.

Lu Yao returned to Lu Jiming's apartment building and locked himself in his room to prepare medicine.

His secret recipe is saffron.

He mixed all the medicinal powders into seven parts according to a certain ratio, and added saffron powder, as well as some other herbal powders that could neutralize the taste of saffron without affecting the efficacy.

He wasn't afraid that the people from Sichuan and Chongqing would discover that his formula contained saffron powder; rather, he wanted to mislead them and prevent them from knowing that his so-called ancestral secret recipe was so simple.