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

The three of them stood up at the same time.

The girl was the last to emerge from behind the curtain. Her face was still flushed, but she looked much better than last time; at least she dared to look people in the eye.

She walked up to the young man, who glanced at her, reached out and took her hand, and she didn't pull away.

Chen Ping sat down behind the consultation table, picked up a pen, and wrote a few lines in the patient's medical record.

His pen scratched across the paper with a sharp, forceful stroke, as if he were drawing a battle map.

"Let me explain the situation to you."

He put down his pen, looked up at the family in front of him, and said, "Your daughter does have something growing in her uterus, located behind and to the right of her cervix. I checked it again today, and it's clearer than last time."

"It is about three centimeters in size, and its shape is not very regular. The edges are somewhat adhered to the surrounding tissue. The diagnosis in the MRI report you did at the city hospital is basically the same as what I felt by palpation."

He paused, giving the four people in front of him time to process what he had said.

The old lady's face turned pale instantly.

The girl herself was biting her lip, her eyes red.

"But this disease is not incurable."

Chen Ping's words were like a hand, pulling the family back from the brink of despair. "Fortunately, it was discovered relatively early, and the tumor is still confined to a local area, showing no signs of spreading over a large area."

"I've done all the necessary tests and examined the necessary boundaries, and everything indicates that this is still the optimal window for treatment. If you trust me, I'll treat her here."

The old lady's lips trembled several times. "We believe you, we believe in Dr. Chen. Please operate if necessary, as long as..."

"No surgery required."

Chen Ping interrupted her, took the packet of silver needles from the drawer, and placed it on the table.

The needle kit was unfolded, and a row of silver needles gleamed coldly under the fluorescent light. "Her problem is not about cutting that thing off. Cutting is a surgical method, and it will severely deplete her vital energy, making recovery very slow. Moreover, she is young, and if her uterus is removed, her future fertility will be affected."

He pointed to the few lines of treatment plan he had written and said, word by word, "My plan is to take a two-pronged approach. On the one hand, I will use acupuncture to unblock the meridians, open up the stagnant blood and qi around the uterus, and reduce the blood supply around the tumor, cutting off its nutrients."

"On the other hand, I use traditional Chinese medicine. I prescribe a formula that mainly promotes blood circulation, removes blood stasis, clears heat and detoxifies, combined with medicines that soften and disperse nodules, so that it can gradually disappear on its own."

He picked up a blank prescription sheet from the table and began to write in a rapid, flowing hand.

He would write down a few medicinal ingredients, pause, furrow his brow and think for a few seconds, then continue.

The consultation room was so quiet that the only sounds were the scratching of pens on paper and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

"10 grams of Sparganium rhizome, 10 grams of Curcuma rhizome, 15 grams of Salvia miltiorrhiza root, 10 grams of Paeonia lactiflora root, 10 grams of Prunus persica kernel, 6 grams of Carthamus tinctorius flower, 15 grams of Prunella vulgaris root, 20 grams of Scutellaria barbata root, 30 grams of Hedyotis diffusa herb, 30 grams of Ostrea gigas root, 15 grams of Trionyx sinensis shell, and 6 grams of Glycyrrhiza uralensis root."

He finished writing out the prescription and handed it over. "This is a seven-day supply. Take one dose per day, decocted in water, twice a day, morning and evening. The medicine is available at the health center pharmacy; it's not expensive, just over ten yuan per dose."

The old lady took the prescription, held the thin piece of paper in both hands, and tears streamed down her face.

She probably couldn't understand what medicine was written on the prescription, but she understood what Chen Ping said: "It's not expensive, just over ten yuan a dose."

A prescription costing a dozen yuan is worlds apart from the tens of thousands of yuan required for surgery.

"Give her the medicine for seven days first, and during this time I will give her acupuncture every two days. We'll adjust the prescription based on changes in her tongue coating and pulse. If the expected results are good, it won't be long before the substance softens and shrinks, and her body will absorb it on its own. If the results are not as expected..."

Chen Ping looked into the girl's eyes and said, "I'll contact the county hospital for you. I still have some influence, so I can help you save some money."

Upon hearing this, the girl finally burst into tears, which rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the back of her hand.

Her boyfriend next to her reached out and wiped her face. His hands were rough and his movements were clumsy, making her face twist slightly, but she didn't flinch.

"Dr. Chen, thank you." The girl's voice trembled. "Last time...last time he hit you, and you still saved me, I...I..."

She couldn't continue.

Chen Ping waved his hand, stopping her from continuing.

"Treating and saving lives is a doctor's duty. If you really want to thank me, take your medicine on time, come for acupuncture on time, and get well."

He stood up, took a silver needle from his needle case, and said, "Let's do the first one today. Come back every two days after that, don't skip it."

The girl nodded, sat up straight in the chair, and stretched out her hand.

Chen Ping inserted silver needles into her Sanyinjiao acupoint, then Xuehai acupoint, and then Guanyuan acupoint.

With each needle insertion, the force and angle of his twisting fingers were different. The thin silver needle seemed to come alive in his hands as he picked, twisted, turned, and lifted it with fluid movements.

Zhou Jie stood to the side, her nursing record folder turned to a new page, and she wrote down notes quickly in the notebook, much more organized than before. The needle insertion time, needle depth, needling technique, and the name of each acupoint were all clearly recorded.

After giving the little girl acupuncture and dispensing her medicine, the family was extremely grateful to Chen Ping, thanking him repeatedly before leaving with smiles on their faces!

Time flew by and it was noon.

Chen Ping had just seen off the last patient and was standing at the door of the clinic stretching his neck, planning to go to the cafeteria for lunch later.

Just then, Wang Tao ran over from the other end of the corridor, carrying a kettle of hot water. He said with a grin, "Dr. Chen, I've prepared the hot water for you, and I've also brewed the tea in your cup. It's jasmine tea, and it smells wonderful."

Chen Ping glanced at him. Wang Tao's eagerness had never stopped since Zhou Jie arrived, but in the past few days, it seemed that his eagerness had extended to Chen Ping.

He probably thought that if he served Chen Ping well, Chen Ping would say a few good words about him to Zhou Jie.

Chen Ping smiled, didn't point it out, took the kettle and said "Thanks".

In the consultation room, Chen Ping sat down in a chair, opened the medical record book, and read through the entire medical record of the little girl from beginning to end.

The findings of palpation, changes in pulse, prescriptions, acupuncture points and techniques were all clearly described.

He added another line in the blank space of the last line: "Follow-up visit in three days, focusing on observing changes in the texture and size of the tumor, and adjusting the prescription as needed."

As soon as I put down my pen, a series of heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor—the rough, grinding sound of work boots soles grinding against the concrete floor.

Immediately afterward, there was a knock on the clinic door, and Old Sun poked half his body in. His hair was covered with a layer of grayish-white dust, and his face was streaked with sweat. The sleeves of his work clothes were rolled up to his elbows, revealing two arms that were tanned dark by the sun.