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

Wang Tao stood at the door, peeked out, and chuckled, "Sister Cui Ying, are you satisfied? This dormitory was specially arranged by Director Zhao. He said you're the face of the health center, so we have to make it look presentable for you."

"And it's a double bed, so you'll be staying with Dr. Chen, it won't be cramped at all..."

"roll……"

Cui Ying glared at Wang Tao, but the smile on her lips didn't fade; she was secretly delighted.

"Xiao He, you'll live with me from now on. The air will be so fresh in the mornings when we both live here."

"Moreover, you can see the mountains through the window, especially on rainy days when the mountains are shrouded in mist, like being in a fairyland."

Cui Ying held Zhou Xiaohe's hand and looked around her dormitory.

Zhou Xiaohe nodded excitedly. It was clear that the child had never traveled far from home, and she was indeed quite excited to see such scenery.

Although conditions in Siping Township are harsh, the environment is indeed beautiful, incomparable to the high-rise buildings of Tianhai City.

Chen Ping's dormitory was next to Cui Ying's, and the door was open, so he went in to take a look.

The bed was replaced, the wardrobe was replaced, the desk was replaced, and the bathroom was renovated.

He lived in this room for more than a month. From the initial four white walls and a hard bed, it has now become quite decent. He couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

He touched the tabletop; it was clean, without any dust.

There was a potted green ivy on the windowsill, just like the one in Cui Ying's room.

Zhou Xiaohe's parents also looked around the dormitory and finished their tour.

Zhou Xiaohe's father's expression visibly relaxed.

He stood in the yard, lit a cigarette, stubbed it out in the trash can next to the flower bed, turned around, and looked at Chen Ping.

"Dr. Chen, we'll be going now. We're leaving Xiaohe in your care. Thank you for your help."

He reached out and shook hands with Chen Ping, not firmly, but for a long time.

Zhou Xiaohe's mother hugged her daughter, let go, then hugged her again, her eyes reddening.

Zhou Xiaohe was held in her arms, not moving, her hands hanging at her sides. After a second, she raised them and patted her mother's back.

"Mom, I'm fine, why are you crying?" Zhou Xiaohe comforted her mother understandingly.

Zhou Xiaohe's mother let go of her, wiped her eyes, took a plastic bag out of her bag, and stuffed it into Zhou Xiaohe's hand.

The bag contained apples, oranges, bread, and a carton of milk.

Zhou Xiaohe took it, glanced at it, and said nothing.

Zhou Xiaohe's father took out a few hundred yuan and stuffed it into Zhou Xiaohe's pocket, saying, "Daughter, stay here and buy whatever you want. If you don't have enough money, just call Dad."

Zhou Xiaohe looked up into her father's eyes, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

She couldn't remember the last time her parents had shown her such care.

In their eyes, what they care about most is their own grades; as for their own needs and health, they never care.

But now...

"Brother, sister-in-law, don't worry. If you miss Xiaohe, just video call her, or you can come here to see her."

Chen Ping understood Zhou Xiaohe's parents' feelings, so he comforted them.

Zhou Xiaohe's parents nodded.

The black SUV drove away, its taillights flashing twice in front of the health center before turning onto the mountain road, growing smaller and smaller until it was finally blocked by the mountain.

Zhou Xiaohe stood at the entrance of the health center, still clutching the plastic bag in her hand, looking in the direction the car had disappeared. Her lips were pursed; she didn't cry, but her eyes were red.

Cui Ying walked over, put her arm around her shoulder, and whispered, "Let's go to your room and pack your things."

Zhou Xiaohe nodded and followed her to the dormitory at the back.

Chen Ping turned around, about to return to the consultation room, when he caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of his eye.

A middle-aged woman walked over from the ward, her hair disheveled, her eyes red, but she had a smile on her face.

She walked up to Chen Ping and knelt down with a thud.

Chen Ping quickly bent down to help her up, but he couldn't. She knelt on the ground, raised her head, and her face was covered in tears.

"Dr. Chen, my husband arrived yesterday and has been admitted to the ward. You gave him an acupuncture and medicine, and he slept through the night last night. He hadn't slept through the night for several months..." the woman said.

Chen Ping recognized her; she was the wife of the liver cancer patient, the woman who had knelt and cried in the corridor of the People's Hospital that day.

He helped her up. "Sister, don't kneel. Let's talk standing up."

The woman stood up and told Chen Ping to wait for her there.

Soon, the woman ran into the ward and came out with a plastic bag.

Inside were several red-shelled eggs and a bunch of scallions, with mud still clinging to the roots.

"Dr. Chen, there's nothing special here, just eggs from our own chickens and some scallions picked from the ground. Take it and eat it." The woman stuffed the bag into Chen Ping's hands.

Chen Ping accepted it without refusing.

He glanced in the direction of the ward and asked, "How is my brother?"

The woman wiped away her tears and said, "I'm much better. I was even able to get out of bed and walk a few steps yesterday."

Chen Ping nodded. "I'll go take a look."

He followed the woman into the ward. The man, who was so thin he looked unrecognizable, was leaning against the bed. His face was still sallow, but his eyes had a light in them, no longer the dull, lifeless light they used to have.

When he saw Chen Ping come in, he tried to sit up but couldn't. Chen Ping waved his hand to stop him, then went over, took his hand, and checked his pulse.

The pulse is still weak, but it's steady now, unlike before when it was intermittent, sometimes skipping a few beats and sometimes leaking.

He released his grip and said, "Good, keep taking your medicine. I'll give you acupuncture again tomorrow. As long as you can adjust your mindset, I guarantee you'll live."

Chen Ping spoke with certainty, also to give men some confidence.

If a man loses the will to live, no matter how capable Chen Ping is, it will be difficult to save him!

"Yes!" The man nodded heavily, his eyes reddening.

"Big sister, if you need anything here, just ask me. I live in the dormitory at the back," Chen Ping said to the woman.

"Okay, thank you so much, Dr. Chen." The woman stepped forward and grasped Chen Ping's hand, tears streaming down her face.

Chen Ping left the ward, taking the eggs and scallions to the cafeteria. He didn't cook for himself, so there was no point in keeping them.

At noon, Aunt Li stewed a pot of chicken in the backyard canteen, along with braised pork, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and tomato and egg soup, filling the table to the brim.

Everyone in the hospital sat down around the large round table in the cafeteria. Zhou Xiaohe sat next to Cui Ying, holding a bowl of rice in her hand. She didn't eat much, but she was eating.

Wang Tao ate the fastest, his cheeks bulging like a toad's, his mouth stuffed with meat and he kept eating.

"Dr. Chen, you don't know how much we've been looking forward to your return these past few days. The health center is all set up now, but it feels like something's missing without you," Wang Tao said.

Liu Wei replied, "Exactly."

Li Fang also said, "You are the soul of our health center."

Wang Jianguo slowly took a sip of soup and said, "If the soul doesn't come back, no matter how new the temple is, it's useless."

Chen Ping, somewhat embarrassed, said, "Alright, stop praising me, or I'll get carried away..."

"Dr. Chen, this isn't flattery. If it weren't for you, the Siping Township Health Center would probably be closed down by now."

"Look at it now. Not only has it been renovated, but there's also a lot more equipment. All of this changed after you came."

Holding the jar, Zhao Guosheng became more and more excited as he spoke, "Come on, let's toast Dr. Chen."

Everyone raised their glasses, and Chen Ping also raised his, clinked glasses, and took a sip.

After putting down his cup, Chen Ping looked at the dishes on the table, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Dean Zhao, we can't finish all this food. Could we give some to the couple in the ward...?"

"No need for you to remind me, I've already had Sister Li take it over." Zhao Guosheng patted Chen Ping on the shoulder to reassure him.

"Okay!" Chen Ping nodded.

At this moment, Chen Ping felt a mix of emotions and excitement. Although the conditions at Siping Township Health Center were poor and its medical equipment was not as good as that of hospitals in the city, there was one thing that the city hospitals could not compare to.

That's human touch...

In this money-driven society, hospitals that still have a human touch are truly rare.