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

The woman spoke up, "Dr. Chen, how about this? You treat her first, and we'll take her to the doctor every day."

From Tianhai to Siping Township, it only takes three hours by car if you drive fast. We drop you off in the morning and pick you up in the evening.

As she spoke, her voice trailed off. She realized it was unrealistic; traveling five or six hours round trip a day would cost money on gas and disrupt her work.

Cui Ying stood to the side, without saying a word.

She took her bag off her shoulder, placed it on the sofa, and looked at the man and woman before speaking.

"Brother and sister-in-law, if you're worried, you can go with Xiaohe. When we leave tomorrow, you can drive with us to the health center to have a look. If you're reassured after the visit, you can stay there; if not, bring Xiaohe back with you."

Although Siping Township is remote, it has good public security. There's a police station in the township, and the township government is right next to the health center. If you don't like it after you go there, you can leave anytime; no one will stop you.

The woman looked at Cui Ying, then at the man.

The man took his phone out of his pocket, looked at it, and then put it back.

Chen Ping also said, "You can stay there for a few days first, see how I treat her, and see Xiao He's reaction. If it works, then we'll talk about it; if it doesn't, you can bring her back, I won't stop you."

The man stood up, walked to the kitchen door, then walked back, clearly still somewhat hesitant.

After all, Siping Township is a mountainous area. Sending a teenage girl to the mountains with strangers would make any parent hesitate.

"Brother, how about this? You all go to the Siping Township Health Center. Once we get there, we can go to the police station to file a report. That way, you won't have to worry about Xiaohe's safety."

Chen Ping was trying to dispel the man's concerns.

The man rubbed his hands on his pants, and seeing that Chen Ping had already said such things, he finally nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, let's go take a look together tomorrow."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, her tense expression turning into one of relief that said, "Finally, I have a solution."

The man's phone rang. He glanced at it, didn't answer, hung up, and put the phone back in his pocket.

"It's from the city's mental hospital. They've called several times today," the man explained to Chen Ping, then stepped forward and took Chen Ping's hand, saying, "Dr. Chen, don't leave at noon. Eat here; the food is ready."

Chen Ping glanced at Cui Ying.

Cui Ying smiled. "If you're hungry and want to stay for dinner, I have no objection. I'm hungry anyway..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping smiled; he certainly understood what Cui Ying meant.

The man quickly took out a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) from the cabinet. It was a glass bottle, without a box, but it was clean and he placed it on the table.

Then he took out two small wine glasses from the cupboard; they were porcelain, white with blue flowers.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, poured a glass for Chen Ping, and then poured one for himself. The aroma of the wine wafted out; it wasn't strong, but rather mellow, and you could tell it was good wine just by smelling it.

"It's homemade, aged for five years. Dr. Chen, please have a taste," the man said politely.

"The food hasn't even been served yet, and you're already letting Dr. Chen drink alcohol..." The woman glared at her husband and hurriedly went to the kitchen to get the dishes.

Seeing this, Cui Ying also went into the kitchen to help.

Chen Ping raised his glass, clinked it against his, and took a sip.

The liquor is not spicy on the palate, but smooth and has a slightly sweet aftertaste, with the flavor of grains.

The man took a sip himself and put down the cup.

"This fine wine is best enjoyed on its own; the flavor changes when you eat it with food."

The man licked his lips, looking like he was enjoying himself.

"You think everyone's like you, a drunkard?" The woman came out carrying the dishes and scolded her husband.

The man just smiled and didn't seem to care.

Soon, four dishes were served, and everyone was given a bowl of rice.

Chen Ping and Cui Ying sat on one side of the dining table, while the girl and her family of three sat on the other side.

The group ate and chatted.

"Dr. Chen, which school did you graduate from?" the man asked.

Chen Ping put the cup on the table, smiled and said, "Medical university, bachelor's and master's combined, eight years."

The man's chopsticks stopped in mid-air as he looked at Chen Ping, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How did a medical school master's student end up at that godforsaken rural clinic in Siping Township?"

The man asked, his face full of doubt.

"Counterpart support..." Chen Ping smiled wryly, without offering further explanation.

"Dr. Chen's medical skills speak for themselves. It doesn't matter which hospital he works at," the woman said, trying to smooth things over for Chen Ping, while glaring at her husband.

Perhaps she felt that her husband's words would make Chen Ping feel a little awkward.

"Dr. Chen, can you really cure Xiaohe's illness?" the man asked, still somewhat uneasy.

Chen Ping nodded. "It can be treated. Not completely, but to bring her condition back to normal."

She can eat, sleep, and go to school normally, and no longer smashes things, bangs her head against the wall, or hurts herself.

As for whether it will relapse, it depends on her environment after she goes back. If you don't change, she will relapse again.

Upon hearing Chen Ping's words, the man paused, seemingly lost in thought.

The woman glanced at her daughter, her eyes filled with guilt.

"Once Xiaohe recovers, our family will go on a trip. We won't be sending her to any of those tutoring classes or extracurricular activities."

The woman said with a determined expression.

Zhou Xiaohe listened to her mother's words with disbelief in her eyes.

"Mom, are you telling the truth?" Zhou Xiaohe asked.

"Of course it's true. Don't you like looking at the sea? Once you're back to normal, we'll go to the beach and have your dad take lots of pictures of us." The woman nodded vigorously.

"Mom, you're so good to me, I love you..." Zhou Xiaohe hugged her mother tightly and kissed her hard.

Upon seeing this, the man's eyes suddenly reddened. He quickly picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Chen Ping's to calm himself down.

Just then, the man's phone rang again.

He glanced at it, accepted it this time, and got up to walk to the balcony.

"Don't call me anymore. Your daughter is the one with mental illness, your whole family has mental illness."

The man practically yelled it out, and then hung up.

It was clearly another call from the mental hospital, urging the man to send his daughter there.

The man returned, placed his phone on the table, picked up his wine glass, and raised it towards Chen Ping. "Dr. Chen, what time are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Eight o'clock in the morning."

"Okay, I'll drive you around then."

After the man finished speaking, he downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Okay!" Chen Ping didn't refuse and downed his drink.

The man poured Chen Ping another full glass, and Chen Ping did not stop him.

Zhou Xiaohe held up a water glass to Chen Ping, her lips moving slightly.

"uncle."

Chen Ping looked at her.

"Thank you." After saying that, Zhou Xiaohe took a sip of water.

Chen Ping smiled, picked up his wine glass, and finished the drink.