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

Cui Ying looked in the direction the car disappeared, then turned her head to glance at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping didn't speak. He leaned against the osmanthus tree, arms crossed, his gaze still fixed on the window on the second floor.

After waiting for another twenty minutes or so, the black SUV turned into the residential area from the entrance, heading in their direction as it got closer and closer.

The man parked the car back in its original spot, turned off the engine, got out of the car, and was carrying several bags in his hands. The white plastic bags had transparent sections through which you could see packets of traditional Chinese medicine inside, sealed in paper bags with labels on them.

He was also carrying a bulging bag, the contents of which were unknown.

He locked his car, lowered his head, and quickly walked into the building. His footsteps faded into the distance in the hallway. The motion-activated lights went out and came on again, all the way up to the second floor.

Chen Ping straightened up, took his hands out of his pockets, brushed the dust off his clothes, and said, "Let's go."

He was waiting there because he was afraid that after he left, the girl's parents would change their minds and send her to a mental hospital.

Seeing that the girl's father had bought traditional Chinese medicine, Chen Ping felt relieved, knowing that the other party temporarily trusted him.

Cui Ying pressed the car key, and the lights of the white Porsche flashed twice.

The two got into the car, left the residential area, and drove towards Cui Ying's home.

Chen Ping leaned against the passenger seat, looking out the window. The street scenes rushed past, traffic lights, pedestrians, and the sweet potato carts on the roadside, but he couldn't focus on anything.

When they arrived at Cui Ying's house, Cui Ying's father was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a remote control. The TV was on, but the volume wasn't very loud.

He saw Chen Ping and Cui Ying come in, stood up from the sofa, and put the remote control on the coffee table.

"Found it?"

Chen Ping nodded.

Cui Ying's father didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and went to the kitchen, put a glass of water on the coffee table, and then sat back down on the sofa.

Cui Ying hung her bag on the coat rack and turned to look at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, as if he was thinking about something.

"We're going back to Siping Township in the next day or two. What about the girl's treatment?"

Cui Ying asked in a low voice, "You gave her an acupuncture treatment today and prescribed five doses of medicine. After she finishes those five doses, a week will have passed. Who will prescribe the remaining medicine? Who will give the acupuncture?"

Chen Ping remained silent.

He looked out the window; the bamboo trees in the yard were bent over by the wind, their leaves rustling.

Cui Ying's father picked up his teacup, took a sip, and held it up while looking at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping turned around, looked at Cui Ying, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to build a youth mental health treatment center at the Siping Township Health Center."

The living room fell silent.

Cui Ying's father's hand, which was holding a teacup, froze in mid-air, not moving.

Cui Ying paused for a moment, then smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

Chen Ping continued, "Siping Township is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and fresh air. It's quieter than the city and doesn't have as much chaos."

Many of the children who are labeled are not actually sick; they are just under too much pressure and have become depressed.

If you put them in that environment, without them needing medicine or injections, and they just walk around in the mountains every day, chat with people, and do things they enjoy, most of them will recover.

The big hospitals in the city prescribe medication, label it, and send people to mental hospitals all the time.

It's not that they can't treat it, it's that they don't want to put in the effort. They're willing to do things with short treatment courses and quick results; nobody wants to do things that take time and energy and don't make money.

He looked out the window, paused, and lowered his voice, "That girl, from beginning to end today, neither her father nor her mother hugged her."

She smashed things, banged her head against the wall, and self-harmed. All they knew was to take her to the hospital, give her medication, and lock her up. No one asked her a single question: "What's wrong with you?"

Cui Ying walked over and stood next to him.

She didn't say anything, she just stood there.

Chen Ping turned around and looked at Cui Ying's father. "Uncle, I want to build this center. It doesn't need to be big. First, we'll set up a few consultation rooms, a few observation rooms, and then an activity room."

The equipment doesn't need to be very advanced; basic psychological assessment tools, music therapy equipment, and a sandplay therapy room are sufficient.

The main issue is people; we need doctors who understand psychology, and volunteers who are willing to talk to children.

He paused for a moment, then added, "It might require some money."

Chen Ping's meaning was clear: he wanted to borrow money from Cui Ying's father.

Although the Siping Township Health Center received a grant of one million yuan, much of that money was used for renovations, medicine purchases, and working capital, leaving insufficient funds for its use.

Chen Ping didn't want to use the health center's money. He built this clinic entirely for the children, not to make a profit.

As a result, if the funds allocated from above need to be used, the approval process will be very complicated, and it may even be rejected.

If you build it with your own money, the procedures will be simpler.

As long as you follow Zhao Guosheng's advice and get the plan approved by the township government, the matter will be settled.

Cui Ying's father put down his teacup, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his hands on his stomach, looked at Chen Ping, and didn't say anything.

As a seasoned businessman, he naturally understood Chen Ping's meaning.

Cui Ying glanced at her father, then at Chen Ping, and suddenly laughed. "Have you calculated how much it will cost?"

Chen Ping thought for a moment, "One million should be about right."

Cui Ying nodded, turned around and called out to her father, "Dad, Chen Ping wants to build a youth mental health center. Why don't you invest some money in it?"

Cui Ying's voice wasn't loud, but her tone was as if she were stating something obvious: "He calculated that it would probably cost one million."

Chen Ping was stunned. He didn't expect Cui Ying to directly ask her father for money to invest.

Chen Ping originally intended to borrow it, but now that Cui Ying has asked, he's going to take it.

Cui Ying's father looked at Chen Ping and asked, "That center you mentioned earlier, is it profitable?"

Chen Ping shook his head. "It's highly likely we won't make any money, and we might even lose money. Most of the people who come here are children. Those from better-off families can afford to pay some fees, but those from poorer families might not get a single penny. I'm not here to make money."

Cui Ying's father nodded, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, it was hard to tell whether it was a smile or something else.

He picked up a teacup from the coffee table, poured the remaining chilled tea into the potted plant next to the coffee table, put the cup down, turned around, and looked at Chen Ping.

"Two million. Is that enough?"

Chen Ping was taken aback.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Cui Ying's father raised his hand, stopping him from speaking.

"The two million isn't an investment; consider it pocket money for Yingying. She can use it however she wants; you don't need to worry about her."

He looked at Cui Ying, a slight smile playing on his lips, his expression saying, "Look how handsome your dad is."

"I don't care about the two million. My daughter's happiness is more important than money. Whether your center succeeds or fails and you lose the money, she'll still be happy."

Whether I do it or not is my business; whether it succeeds or not is her business. Alright, let's eat.

He turned and walked away, his slippers clattering as he headed towards the restaurant.

The nanny had already prepared a table full of food.

Cui Ying stood next to Chen Ping, a smirk playing on her lips, and glanced at him.

Chen Ping remained standing there, stunned.

After several seconds, he turned his head to look at Cui Ying, who winked at him.

"Let's go eat."

She tugged at his sleeve and walked towards the restaurant.

Chen Ping followed behind, took a couple of steps, and suddenly said, "Thank you."

Cui Ying didn't turn around, nor did she stop walking. Her ponytail swayed on her shoulder, and she replied with a single word.

"Um."

Chen Ping smiled, but not much; his lips twitched slightly, but Cui Ying didn't see it.