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

The woman stood up straight, wiping her hands on her pants repeatedly. "Dr. Chen, you are a miracle doctor. If it weren't for you, my daughter's life would be ruined."

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "I'm not a miracle doctor. I'm just a doctor at a local clinic. Even if you don't let me examine you, you can take your child to a hospital in the province or a big city, and they will find out the cause of the illness."

Chen Ping never considered himself a miracle doctor; there were some illnesses he couldn't treat with acupuncture and medication alone.

If surgery is required, then surgery is still necessary. The health center does not have the facilities for major surgeries, so you still need to go to the county or city.

Chen Ping wrote out a prescription, handed it to the woman, and then instructed her, "Sister, when you get home, tell your child to spend less time on their phone and watching less TV, to maintain proper posture while doing homework, and to use a lower pillow. Come back in a couple of days; you'll need to have several more treatments to completely stabilize the misalignment so that their vision won't deteriorate further."

The woman took the prescription, holding it in both hands as if it were something precious.

She folded the prescription, put it in her pants pocket, took the girl's hand, thanked her several times, and turned to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

The girl walked to the door, stopped, turned around and looked at Chen Ping. "Thank you, Uncle."

The girl sensibly bowed to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping nodded and waved with a smile.

The woman and the little girl left, and the examination room became quiet.

Chen Ping wiped each silver needle clean, put them back in the needle case, and then put the needle case into the drawer.

He sat down, picked up the mug on the table, and wanted to get a glass of water, but Wang Tao took it from him and filled it with hot water.

"Dr. Chen, from now on, let me do this kind of thing."

Wang Tao handed the water glass to Chen Ping, then asked with a hint of doubt, "Dr. Chen, can that little girl's eyes really be cured?"

Although Wang Tao believed in Chen Ping's medical skills, the other party had already gone to several large hospitals, had X-rays and CT scans, but the results showed nothing.

Wang Tao was somewhat incredulous that Chen Ping could find the cause of his illness so easily with just a few touches; Chen Ping's eyes were even more accurate than any medical instrument.

Chen Ping picked up the cup, blew on it, and took a sip. "It can be cured. It's not a serious illness; it's just a cervical spine misalignment pressing on a nerve. If you're not careful, you might not even be able to see it on an X-ray."

Chen Ping put the cup on the table, turned around, took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and drew a simple diagram of the cervical spine on it.

He drew quickly but clearly, drawing each of the seven cervical vertebrae one by one, labeling them with numbers, and also drawing the nerves and blood vessels that emerge from the intervertebral foramina.

"Wang Tao, come here."

Chen Ping turned the paper around so it faced Wang Tao.

Wang Tao leaned closer, his head almost touching the paper.

Chen Ping pointed to the location of the second cervical vertebra and tapped it with the tip of his pen. "This position, the axis, forms a joint with the first cervical vertebra, the atlas, which is responsible for most of the rotational movements of the head."

"If there is a slight misalignment in this position, it may not be visible on an X-ray, especially for young patients with high bone density and small misalignment, which will be quickly visible on the X-ray."

"But the clinical signs are very obvious - there will be a feeling of soreness when pressed, the patient will involuntarily tilt their head, and the neck movement will be restricted."

Chen Ping stood up, walked behind Wang Tao, and placed his hand next to his own second cervical vertebra to demonstrate the position and pressure.

"Feel this area. In a normal person, it's smooth, the muscles aren't tense, and you won't feel any significant pain when you press it. In a dislocated patient, pressing it will produce a 'hissing' sound, and the neck will tilt to the other side. Try it."

Wang Tao pressed it himself, but he couldn't press it accurately, so Chen Ping helped him correct his hand position.

Wang Tao pressed his hand and said, "It's a little sore."

Chen Ping nodded and said, "You were looking down at your phone, it wasn't a misalignment."

Chen Ping returned to the table and drew the routes of the vertebral artery and optic nerve on the paper.

"The second cervical vertebra is misaligned and compresses the vertebral artery, leading to insufficient blood supply to the vertebrobasilar artery, which affects the blood supply to the visual cortex. Patients will experience blurred vision and visual field defects, but the fundus examination is normal and there are no lesions in the eyeball itself."

"That's why some patients with eye diseases can't find the cause; they only look at their eyes and not at other parts of their body."

Wang Tao stared at the paper, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. He traced the path Chen Ping had drawn on the paper with his finger, muttering "axis, vertebral artery, optic nerve" several times. He then looked up, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Dr. Chen, these things were taught by teachers in school, but they just read from the textbook and drew them on the blackboard. Your method of directly linking them with case studies makes them easy for me to remember."

Wang Tao picked up the paper, folded it, and carefully stuffed it into his pocket. "I'll think about it some more when I get back."

Chen Ping smiled, picked up his cup, and drank some water.

At this moment, Cui Ying walked over from the accounting office, holding a mobile phone in her hand. On the screen was a text message notification that the bank had received the money. She handed the phone to Chen Ping. The number on the screen was two million, followed by several zeros.

"Chen Ping, the money has arrived and you can use it anytime."

Cui Ying said with some pride.

After all, these two million were intended for Chen Ping to build a youth medical center.

Wang Tao leaned over to take a look at the screen, his eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and then closed again.

He looked at Cui Ying, then at Chen Ping, his expression shifting from surprise to envy.

"Two million? Sister Cui Ying, your family is incredibly wealthy. You're a real rich girl, why would someone with so much money come to this wretched place to suffer? What's the point?"

Wang Tao scratched his head, walked out of the clinic, and muttered to himself, "If I were you, I'd be lying at home every day. Who would come to Siping Township to suffer like this?"

Cui Ying ignored him, put her phone away, and sat down in the chair opposite Chen Ping.

She looked at Chen Ping and said, "We need to hurry up with the medical center matter, lest things get complicated. You also need to urge Secretary Zhang on the land approval."

"You can't skimp on the money you should spend on entertaining and giving gifts. You can't just ask people for favors without actually doing them. I've watched my dad do business since I was a kid, so I understand this principle."

Chen Ping held the cup but didn't drink.

He thought for a moment, put down the cup, and said, "I'll go and discuss this with Dean Zhao."

After saying that, Chen Ping walked out of the consultation room.

Zhao Guosheng was in his office, flipping through an old, yellowed medical journal. His glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, about to fall off.

Hearing the knock, he put down the magazine, took off his glasses, and saw Chen Ping come in. He pointed to the chair opposite him.

"Dean Zhao, regarding the medical center matter, Secretary Zhang said it needs to be discussed at a meeting of the township party committee. I was thinking, shouldn't we invite those township government leaders to dinner?"

"It may not be enough for Secretary Zhang to speak alone at the meeting; we also need to bribe the others."

Chen Ping sat down and explained his thoughts.

In truth, Chen Ping did not want to resort to these crooked methods, such as giving gifts and entertaining guests.

When he was the purchasing director at the city's central hospital, he never accepted any invitations to meals or gifts.

But things are different now. Chen Ping also knows that in today's society, it's really difficult to get things done without entertaining guests and giving gifts.

Although she had done Zhang Jianmin a favor by saving his daughter, this was not something Zhang Jianmin could decide on his own.