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

The iron gate of the township government compound was half open. As soon as he stepped inside, he found that there were quite a few more people in the yard.

The usually quiet courtyard was now filled with seven or eight people. Some were wearing jackets, some were wearing suits, some were carrying briefcases, and some were standing with their hands behind their backs. They all had a cautious and unnatural smile on their faces.

Chen Ping didn't recognize most of these people, but he could tell from their expressions and postures that they were either township officials or from the county.

They formed a semicircle, and in the middle of the semicircle stood an elderly man with gray hair.

The old man was in his sixties, wearing a dark gray jacket, with his hair neatly combed and his back very straight.

Unlike the others who put on airs, he simply stood there with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, occasionally nodding or saying something in a low voice, but the cadres around him nodded repeatedly as if they had heard a royal decree.

Zhang Jianmin stood to the old man's right, leaning slightly forward, and was saying something.

Chen Ping stood at the entrance of the courtyard without moving.

It's not appropriate for him to approach in this situation.

He stepped aside, leaning against the bulletin board covered with notices, and took out his phone, pretending to check the time, while glancing at the other side out of the corner of his eye.

Zhang Jianmin said a few words to the old man, and when he looked up, he saw Chen Ping.

He paused for a moment, then frowned slightly, as if wondering why Chen Ping had returned.

He bowed slightly to the old man, then strode over, his leather shoes making a clattering sound on the cement floor.

"Dr. Chen, what's wrong? Is something the matter?" Zhang Jianmin's voice was very low, and he glanced behind him.

"Secretary Zhang, I forgot to ask you what time tomorrow would be convenient for you. We've set the ribbon-cutting ceremony for 10 a.m., do you think that time will be enough?" Chen Ping asked, putting his phone away.

Zhang Jianmin nodded. "Ten o'clock it is, no problem. I don't have any other plans for tomorrow morning, you can arrange it on your end."

Chen Ping nodded.

After finishing his story, he should have left, but he couldn't help glancing back at the old man.

The old man was surrounded by people, but he did not seem flustered. Instead, he exuded an indescribable composure.

Chen Ping stared for a couple more seconds, then lowered his voice and asked, "Secretary Zhang, who is that...?"

Just as Zhang Jianmin was about to speak, the crowd behind him suddenly stirred.

"Old leader! Old leader, what's wrong?" A cadre in a dark suit asked, his voice trembling and unusually high-pitched for someone his age.

"Quick, help her up! Help her up!" another voice shouted.

"Chairs! Bring chairs!"

Several people rushed over in a flurry of activity. Some reached out to support the old man's arm, some moved a nearby plastic chair, and some took out their phones to make calls. Their faces were full of panic.

The old man's complexion was not right. His originally rosy face was now a little pale, his lips were also pale, his brows were furrowed, one hand was covering his chest, and the other hand was supporting himself on the arm of the person next to him.

My breathing was rapid, my chest heaving violently, but my inhalation was shallow and my exhalation was short, as if something was blocking my trachea, preventing me from inhaling or exhaling.

Zhang Jianmin's expression changed, and he turned and ran in that direction, his leather shoes making a clattering sound.

Without hesitation, Chen Ping followed him and ran after him.

"Make way, make way, I'm a doctor."

Chen Ping's voice wasn't loud, but the people around him heard it and automatically made way for him.

He squeezed next to the old man, reached out to support his other arm, took him from the hand of the man who was about to fall, and slowly helped him to sit down on the plastic chair that had just been moved over.

The old man sat down, but his breathing was still rapid.

Chen Ping squatted down to be at eye level with the old man, and placed one hand on his wrist.

The pulse is floating and weak, with an irregular rhythm and inconsistent pulse, but it has not yet reached the point of being critical.

He glanced at the old man's face, then at his lips and fingernails, and got a general idea of ​​what was going on.

It wasn't a heart attack; it was caused by excessive fatigue and emotional excitement, which triggered bronchospasm, airway constriction, and insufficient oxygen supply.

"Grandpa, don't rush, slow down your breathing. Inhale, slowly, yes, even slower."

Chen Ping's voice was unhurried. One hand was still on the old man's wrist, and the other hand was gently pressed on the Feishu acupoint on his back. He didn't apply any pressure, just kept it there, and the warmth of his palm was transmitted through the clothes.

The old man's gaze slowly calmed down from his panic. He looked at Chen Ping without saying a word and tried to adjust his breathing as instructed.

Inhale, slowly; exhale, even more slowly.

Chen Ping applied pressure from light to heavy, gently massaging the Feishu acupoint nine times, then six times counterclockwise.

The old man's brows slowly relaxed, his chest heaved less, and he inhaled deeply and exhaled for longer periods.

"Okay, I'm not bored anymore."

The old man spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but his breathing was noticeably smoother.

He looked up at Chen Ping, sizing him up with a mixture of scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He had seen many doctors, from provincial capitals, cities, and even Beijing, but he had never seen one so young, dressed so casually, yet with such skillful techniques.

The township government officials stood around, their faces still showing signs of lingering panic.

Someone offered water, someone offered tissues, and someone whispered, "Should we call an ambulance?" The old man waved his hand, ignoring all those questions.

Zhang Jianmin squeezed through the crowd, bending over, his voice filled with nervousness and lingering fear, "Old leader, how are you feeling? Should you go to the clinic for a checkup?"

The old man ignored him, looked at Chen Ping, and asked, "Which city hospital are you from?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "I'm not from any city hospital. I'm a doctor at Siping Township Health Center. My name is Chen Ping."

The old man seemed somewhat surprised upon hearing this, but quickly smiled and nodded, saying, "Young and promising indeed."

After saying that, the old man extended his right hand and shook hands with Chen Ping.

The palms are dry, warm, and have a strong grip.

Chen Ping took the opportunity to feel his pulse again. The pulse was more stable than before, the rhythm was basically regular, and the superficiality had subsided a bit.

Chen Ping released his grip and looked at the old man, saying, "Old man, have you been having trouble sleeping lately? Do you wake up easily at night and then can't fall back asleep?"

I sweat easily during the day, and even the slightest movement will leave me drenched in sweat. My appetite has also decreased compared to before.

Also, your cough isn't a cold cough; it's a problem with your trachea. It flares up when you're exposed to cold or heat, or when you get emotional, right?

The old man's expression changed.

He glanced at Chen Ping for two seconds, then turned his head to look at the township officials next to him.

"Your township health center has someone like this?" His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the courtyard heard him.

Zhang Jianmin quickly stepped forward, bending slightly at the waist, his voice carrying a tone that was both reporting and praising, "Old leader, this is Dr. Chen Ping, who graduated from medical school with a combined bachelor's and master's degree. He came to our Siping Township to provide counterpart support."

"In less than two months since he arrived, the health center has undergone a complete transformation, and the locals all trust him. A few days ago, a patient at the county hospital was on the verge of death, and it was he who saved him."