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

Chen Ping moved very gently and slowly, observing the girl's reaction as he worked.

Her breathing became rapid and shallow, her chest heaving violently, her fingers gripping the sheets, and her whole body straining.

The girl's brows were tightly furrowed, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her whole body was as tense as a stone, her cheeks were so red they were almost bleeding, and she was making soft, heavy breathing sounds, as if she was enduring something with all her might.

Chen Ping was already used to this; it was perfectly normal for the young girl to have this kind of physiological tension reaction when undergoing such a private examination for the first time.

Physiological reactions don't mean anything; they are simply instinctive reflexes triggered by stimulation of nerve endings and have nothing to do with what you think.

He had seen too many patients like this during his medical school internship, so there was nothing to be surprised about.

However, as the investigation deepened, Chen Ping's expression gradually changed.

It wasn't a sudden, dramatic change; it was a gradual, slow descent, as if an invisible hand was pulling down the corners of his mouth.

The vertical line between his eyebrows deepened, his eyes became more focused, and all his attention was concentrated on what his fingers felt.

Beneath the thin gloves, his fingers could clearly feel the thing.

There is a lump above the cervix, slightly to the right. It's not very large, but it's irregularly shaped, has indistinct edges, and is hard and cannot be moved.

When touched, the girl's reaction was not strong, indicating that it was not sensitive to pressure. However, Chen Ping's fingers could feel that the blood supply around it was unusually rich. The blood vessels were dense and messy, wrapped around the swelling like a tangled mess.

He gently changed the angle of his finger and probed the borders of the swelling again.

It's unclear, adhered to the surrounding tissue, and looks like it's growing directly from the uterine wall. It's not the kind of benign cyst that has an independent capsule and moves easily when pushed.

Chen Ping took a deep breath, slowly withdrew his hand, took off his gloves, and threw them into the trash can.

There was a little transparent substance on his glove, reflecting the light. He glanced at it but didn't say anything.

"Alright, you can get up now."

The girl opened her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

When she got off the examination bed, her legs were still a little weak. She hurriedly put on her pants, pressing her fingers on the buttons and zippers several times before she could straighten her clothes.

Her face was covered in sweat, a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead, and her face was as red as if she had just come out of a bathhouse.

She stood beside the examination bed, not daring to sit or look at Chen Ping, just standing there, unsure of what to do with her hands.

Chen Ping washed his hands, dried them with a tissue, and sat down behind the consultation table.

He opened the medical record book, picked up a pen, hovered the pen tip over the paper for several seconds, and then wrote a single word.

The character was written with more pressure than usual, and the pen tip pressed a deep mark on the paper.

He looked up at the girl, his expression still calm, but the look in his eyes was different.

"Young lady, who is the young man who came with you?" Chen Ping asked.

"My boyfriend," the girl said softly.

Are you still outside?

The girl nodded. "Outside...outside."

"Let him in."

The girl nodded, walked to the door, opened it, peeked out, and called out to the young man outside.

A moment later, the young man walked in.

He was wearing a dark blue work jacket, his hair was cut short, and his face was tanned. When he entered the room, he glanced at the clinic, his gaze lingered on the girl's face for a moment, then looked at Chen Ping, and walked over to the girl and stood next to her.

"Doctor, what's wrong with her?" the young man asked.

Chen Ping glanced at the girl and said in a calm tone, "Go outside and wait for a while. I need to talk to your boyfriend alone."

The girl paused for a moment, looked at Chen Ping, then at the young man, as if she wanted to ask something, but didn't say it.

She walked out of the consultation room with her head down and closed the door behind her.

The young man watched the door close, then turned to Chen Ping, his expression somewhat tense. "Doctor, what's wrong with my girlfriend? Is it serious?"

Chen Ping pointed to the chair opposite him, "Sit."

The young man sat down, rested his hands on his knees, and leaned forward.

Chen Ping closed the medical record book, looked at the young man with a serious expression, and said, word by word, "Your girlfriend has a growth in her uterus. The preliminary assessment is that it is a tumor, but the nature is still uncertain. She needs to go to the county hospital or city hospital as soon as possible for further examination. Ultrasound, CT scan, and pathology are all necessary."

The young man paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the room.

The examination room contained only an examination table, two chairs, an examination bed, and a curtain. There was a washbasin stand in the corner, and a blood pressure monitor and stethoscope on the table. That was all.

He turned back to look at Chen Ping, his brows furrowing. "Doctor, wait a minute. You don't have any equipment in this room, not even an ultrasound machine. How do you know she has something in her uterus?"

Chen Ping looked at the young man and said truthfully, "I just performed a palpation on her and found it with my hands."

The young man's expression froze.

He stared at Chen Ping for several seconds, his expression turning strange. "Palpation? What do you mean by palpation?"

"I was wearing gloves, so I reached inside and touched it. I could feel the lump directly from the inside, which is why I made that diagnosis..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man jumped up.

The chair slid back, its legs scraping against the concrete floor with a sharp, piercing sound.

He stood in front of the examination table, veins bulging on his neck, eyes wide like saucers, his voice so loud it shook the entire examination room, "Isn't that just picking at my girlfriend? You fucking picked at my girlfriend?!"

Chen Ping frowned, stood up, and explained, "Calm down. This is a normal gynecological examination. I'm a doctor, and I have to find out the cause of her illness when she comes to see me. Medical gloves, sterilization, and proper procedures—everything was done according to protocol..."

"Fuck your procedures!"

The young man flicked his hand, sweeping the box of disposable gloves off the examination table. The plastic box bounced on the floor and rolled into the corner. "I've been dating my girlfriend for over half a year, and we haven't even kissed! And you, not only do you look at me, but you also pick at my skin with your hands? Who the hell do you think you are!"

He cursed as he walked around the consultation table and reached out to grab Chen Ping by the collar.

Chen Ping took a step back, dodging the attack, and held his hand in front of him, keeping his voice as low as possible, "Listen to me, this is the normal diagnostic procedure. Your girlfriend hasn't had her period for three months and is experiencing lower body pain. Without a physical examination, we can't find the cause. I'm the doctor, and she's the patient. In my eyes, there's no distinction between men and women, only the lesion..."

"Bullshit! No distinction between men and women? When you put your hand in that area, why didn't you say there was no distinction between men and women?"

The young man swung a fist at Chen Ping, who leaned back. The force of the punch grazed his chin and knocked over the pen holder on the table, scattering pens all over the floor.