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

"Dr. Chen! Is Dr. Chen here?"

The woman entered the courtyard and shouted, her voice shrill and urgent, drawing the attention of everyone in the courtyard.

Wang Tao went up to her and asked what was wrong, but the woman ignored him and walked straight into the examination room. Wang Tao followed behind her without stopping her.

Chen Ping was writing a prescription for an old lady when he heard a sound, looked up, and saw a woman leading a little girl in. He put down his pen and told the old lady to wait a moment.

The woman walked up to Chen Ping, released the little girl's hand, clenched her hands together, and her voice trembled violently.

"Dr. Chen, please, please take a look at my daughter's eyes. She's only nine years old, and her vision has been deteriorating."

Three months ago, I was fine, but now I can't see clearly even with these thick glasses. I can't see the words on the blackboard or in the book, and I can't go to school anymore.

We went to the county hospital, and the doctor said we were nearsighted and prescribed glasses, but we still can't see clearly even with them on.

I went to the city hospital again and had many tests done. They also said I was nearsighted and prescribed another pair of glasses, even thicker than the first pair, but I still can't see clearly.

"Dr. Chen, please, please take a look at her. What's wrong? Is there something growing in her eye...?"

As the woman spoke, tears began to fall. She wiped them with the back of her hand, then wiped them again, but they weren't completely dry, so she simply stopped wiping and let them flow.

The little girl stood beside him, her hands hanging at her sides, neither speaking nor crying, but her eyes, through her thick glasses, were fixed on Chen Ping, as if waiting for an answer.

Chen Ping stood up, walked to the little girl, squatted down, and looked her in the eye.

He reached out and took off her glasses, the temples sliding past her ears, but the girl didn't move.

Her eyes were not large, with brown pupils that reacted to light. Her eyeballs moved freely, and she had no strabismus or nystagmus.

Chen Ping took a small flashlight out of his pocket and showed it to the girl. The light shone from left to right and then from right to left, and her pupils followed the light at a steady pace.

He turned off the flashlight, stood up, and looked at the woman.

"Sister, the child isn't nearsighted. Nearsightedness doesn't progress this quickly; going from normal vision to blurred vision in three months doesn't follow the typical pattern of nearsightedness. Her problem isn't in her eyes; it's elsewhere," Chen Ping said.

As a doctor, Chen Ping knew that myopia requires a long process, and it was impossible for a child to lose their sight in just three months.

There are many reasons for this, including external injury, pressure, or strong light.

Upon hearing Chen Ping's words, the woman's face turned pale, as white as paper.

She didn't know what Chen Ping meant by "other places".

The woman opened her mouth several times, the voice squeezing out from her throat, "Dr. Chen, what other places? What places?"

Chen Ping didn't answer. He let the girl sit in the chair, walked behind her, reached out, and placed his hand on the back of her neck.

Press your fingers from Fengchi acupoint all the way down to Dazhui acupoint, and then from Dazhui acupoint down to Jianjing acupoint.

When the pressure was applied next to the second cervical vertebra, the girl's shoulder suddenly tensed, and she hissed, but didn't cry out. However, her neck involuntarily tilted to the left.

"Does it hurt?" Chen Ping asked.

The girl nodded, her voice soft, "Sour, bloated."

Chen Ping released his grip, straightened up, and looked at the woman. "The child's problem isn't with her eyes, it's with her cervical spine. The second cervical vertebra is misaligned, compressing the vertebral artery and sympathetic nerves, affecting the blood supply to the optic nerve."

The vision loss isn't an eye problem, it's a cervical spine issue. It doesn't require surgery or medication; a few sessions of chiropractic manipulation and acupuncture will suffice.

The woman stood there, tears still streaming down her face, but the expression on her face had changed from fear to doubt.

She glanced at Chen Ping, then at the little girl, her lips moved several times, and she managed to squeeze out a few words, "Dr. Chen, are you sure? Even the specialists at the city hospital couldn't see it on the X-rays..."

"No mistake, even filming from this position would be difficult to see clearly," Chen Ping said confidently.

When his hand touched the girl's neck, the entire meridian map had already appeared in his mind, which was a hundred times clearer than the X-ray taken by the instrument.

The problem was detected long ago, just like with positioning.

Chen Ping had the girl lie face down on the examination bed, pushed her hair to one side, and exposed the back of her neck.

He washed his hands, picked up the silver needles from the examination table, and drew out the thinnest one.

The silver needles gleamed coldly under the fluorescent light, held between his fingers. He pressed his fingers a few times on the back of the girl's neck, finding the acupoints: the first needle at Tianzhu, the second at Jingbailao, and the third at Fengchi.

Twist your fingers, three times clockwise, one time counterclockwise, then two more times clockwise, neither too hard nor too light, neither too fast nor too slow.

The girl lay on the examination bed, motionless and silent, but her hands gripped the sheets tightly, appearing very nervous.

Chen Ping took another needle, inserted it into the Dazhui point, and twisted it in the opposite direction, applying less force.

After four stitches, the girl's shoulders gradually relaxed, her breathing became even, and her grip on the bed sheet slowly loosened.

Leave the needles in for 15 minutes.

Chen Ping stood beside her, his fingers resting on the back of the girl's neck, feeling the muscles under the needles change from tight to relaxed.

The woman stood at the door of the clinic, covering her mouth with her hand, afraid to make a sound, tears falling drop by drop onto the back of her hand.

Wang Tao stood in the corridor, glanced inside, but didn't go in. He gently closed the door to the consultation room.

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Ping pulled out the needles one by one, pressed the needle holes with a cotton swab, and helped the girl sit up.

He stood behind the girl, placed his hands on her shoulders, pressed his thumbs on both sides of her second cervical vertebrae, gently rubbed them a few times, and then suddenly pushed. The force was not great, but the speed was fast. The joints made a slight cracking sound, like breaking a dry twig.

The girl swayed slightly, but didn't cry out in pain.

Chen Ping let go of her hand, walked up to the girl, and took off her glasses.

The girl's eyes were small, and her brown pupils shone brightly under the light.

Chen Ping stretched out his finger and waved it in front of her, from left to right.

The girl's eyes followed the movement of her finger, from left to right, at a moderate pace.

"Can you see it clearly?" Chen Ping asked.

The girl paused for a moment.

She looked at Chen Ping's fingers, then at Chen Ping's face, and then at her mother standing at the door.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice was very soft, but every word was clear.

"I can see clearly." The girl nodded.

The woman stood at the door, her hand still covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face even more fiercely, but this time they weren't crying, they were tears of joy.

She walked in, knelt down in front of the girl, cupped the girl's face in her hands, looked her over from left to right, her voice trembling violently, "You can see your mother clearly now? You can really see her clearly now?"

The girl nodded and reached out to wipe away her mother's tears. "Mom, why are you crying? Don't cry, I can really see it."

The woman stood up, turned around, looked at Chen Ping, and bent her knees as if she were about to kneel.

Chen Ping grabbed her arm, preventing her from kneeling.

"Big sister, don't kneel. You can speak standing up."