Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

"You think she's gone crazy banging her head against the wall?"

Chen Ping gently lowered his sleeve to cover the scars. "She was using physical pain to suppress the pain in her heart."

Hitting herself and hurting herself will make her temporarily forget what's on her mind.

This is not schizophrenia; it's called non-suicidal self-harm, which is common in adolescent stress disorders.

She didn't want to die; she was just too miserable and couldn't find any other way out.

You sent her to a mental hospital, locked the door, tied her hands, gave her medication, and she stopped smashing things, banging her head against the wall, and talking.

But that didn't cure her; it made things worse. She'll hate you for the rest of her life, and your child's life will be ruined.

The woman cried out, intermittently, but very softly.

The man's eyes reddened. He turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing several times, unable to look at his daughter.

"Trust me this once."

Chen Ping stood up. "I'll treat her. She doesn't need to be hospitalized, she doesn't need electrotherapy, and she doesn't need to take those medications that make her dizzy."

With acupuncture, traditional Chinese medicine, and psychological counseling, I helped her stabilize her emotions in half a month. After a month, she was able to sleep and eat normally, and return to school to study normally.

The man turned his head, glanced at the woman, and then glanced at Chen Ping.

His lips moved several times before he finally uttered a hoarse question: "Can you really cure me?"

Chen Ping nodded: "Yes, if it can't be cured, you can send it to the hospital again, I won't stop you."

The woman removed her hand from her mouth, wiped away her tears, looked at Chen Ping for a while, and then glanced at Cui Ying.

Cui Ying stood at the door and nodded slightly to her.

The woman pushed her suitcase from beside the coffee table to the corner of the wall, and removed a cushion from the sofa to make room.

"Then you treat him."

Chen Ping asked Cui Ying to bring the needle case from the car.

The needle case was unfolded, and the silver needles gleamed coldly under the fluorescent light.

He had the girl lie down on the sofa, with her head resting on a cushion, and unbuttoned a button at the collar of her school uniform.

The first needle was inserted at Taichong (on the left foot), the second at Xingjian (on the right side), and the third at Zusanli (on the left side).

After three needles, the girl, who hadn't spoken a word, suddenly uttered a sentence, her voice very soft, as if squeezed out from her throat.

"Uncle, it's a little numb."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "That's right, it's numb."

He gently twirled his fingers a few times, and the girl's brows relaxed, her lips changed from pale to light pink, and her clenched fist slowly loosened.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing gradually became even, as if she had fallen asleep.

Chen Ping then took two more needles and inserted them into the Baihui and Sishencong acupoints on the top of her head.

This is an acupoint for calming the mind and stabilizing the spirit; let's give her brain a break from the pressure she's been putting on for too long.

The last needle is inserted into Neiguan, one needle in each hand, with the twisting directions opposite and the force applied differently.

After the twelve needles were inserted, the girl became completely quiet.

It wasn't that I fell asleep; it was a kind of quiet that relaxed me from the inside out, like a string that had been stretched for too long finally being released.

Chen Ping stood up from his chair, walked to the coffee table, took paper and pen from Cui Ying's bag, and wrote down a prescription.

After he finished writing, he handed the paper to the man.

「柴胡疏肝散合甘麦大枣汤加减，柴胡10克、白芍15克、枳壳10克、甘草6克、浮小麦30克、大枣5枚、酸枣仁15克、合欢皮15克，你去中药店抓五副，一天一副，水煎。」

The man took the prescription, looked at it, folded it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Chen Ping wrote down another dietary therapy prescription and handed it to the woman.

"Cook 15 grams of lily bulbs, 15 grams of lotus seeds, 5 red dates, and 10 grams of goji berries into porridge and give her a bowl every day. Don't force her to eat it; if she likes it, she can eat it, and if she doesn't, that's fine too. Forcing her will only make her less likely to eat."

The woman took the prescription, glanced at it, but couldn't understand it either.

Chen Ping took out his needle case from his pocket, put the silver needles back one by one, wiped them clean, and put them away.

He squatted down beside the sofa, looking at the girl.

She seemed to have fallen asleep, sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, her brows no longer furrowed, and her face showing a calmness she hadn't seen in the past few days.

"After she wakes up, don't ask her 'What happened to you just now?' or 'Do you still want to do that?'"

Just pretend nothing happened. Ask her if she's hungry, thirsty, wants to watch TV, or wants to go for a walk.

Only when you treat her like a normal person can she become a normal person again.

The woman nodded, tears welling up again, but this time she remained silent.

The man standing beside him took the cigarette out of his pocket, then put it back in.

He walked up to Chen Ping, extended his hand, and shook hands with Chen Ping. The handshake was loose, but he shook it for a long time.

"Dr. Chen, thank you." The man's eyes reddened.

Chen Ping stuffed the needle case into his pocket and glanced at the girl on the sofa again.

She turned over, facing the back of the sofa. She wasn't covered by a blanket and was only wearing a thin school uniform.

Chen Ping took the coat that was draped over the back of the chair and gently covered her with it.

He walked to the door, then stopped and turned back.

"Big brother and sister, remember this: a child is not your tool; she is a living, breathing person."

You've driven her to this point, it's not that you don't love her, it's that you don't know how to love her. From now on, don't tell her "how much money I've spent on you" or "how much I've suffered for you."

She'll only feel indebted to you all, so much so that she doesn't want to live anymore. Also, don't push her too hard with her studies.

Everyone hopes their sons will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes, but how many actually become dragons and phoenixes? Most are just ordinary people.

Neither the man nor the woman spoke; they simply nodded.

Cui Ying tugged at Chen Ping's sleeve, and the two of them went out the door.

When they went downstairs, Cui Ying walked in front and Chen Ping walked behind.

When I got downstairs, the sunlight shone on my face, warm and comforting.

Chen Ping stood at the entrance of the building, looked up, and glanced at the second-floor window. The curtains were drawn, and he couldn't see anything.

Cui Ying stood beside him, not urging him.

Chen Ping stood at the entrance of the building.

Sunlight streamed down from the rooftop, drawing a line of light and shadow at his feet.

He took a step back, retreating into the shadows, took out his phone to check the time, and then put it back in his pocket.

"Shall we go?" Cui Ying asked.

"Wait a little longer."

Chen Ping took a few steps to the right and leaned against an osmanthus tree. The trunk was not thick, and half of the leaves were yellow. A few leaves fell with a rustling sound as the wind blew.

He tilted his head, his gaze never leaving the second-floor window.

The curtains were still drawn, so you couldn't see inside, but you could hear the window was slightly ajar, and the smell of cooking oil was wafting out. Someone was cooking, and you could hear the sound of a spatula hitting a wok.

Cui Ying stood beside him, not urging him.

She twirled the car keys in her hand, then gripped them tightly again.

About twenty minutes later, the iron gate of the building entrance made a sound.

The man came out, wearing a new pair of black leather shoes and a different coat. He was wearing a dark gray jacket zipped up to his chest and was not carrying anything.

He walked a few steps with his head down, took out his car key and pressed it. The lights of the black SUV on the side of the road flashed twice. He opened the car door, got in, and started the car.

A plume of white smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe as the car drove towards the entrance of the residential area. After exiting the gate, it turned right and merged into the traffic, quickly disappearing from sight.