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

"good!"

Chen Ping nodded and was about to walk towards the ward when Zhao Guosheng called him back.

"Oh, by the way, go and give a word to the couple who are giving birth in the ward."

Zhao Guosheng picked up the jar from the windowsill, blew away the floating tea leaves, and said, "The reporters will definitely interview them. The man gets so nervous that he can't even speak properly. You should teach him so that he doesn't end up not being able to say a complete sentence in front of the camera, which would be a laughing stock."

"Also, tell his wife to lie down and not move around too much. She's in postpartum confinement, and she shouldn't catch a cold just to be on camera."

Chen Ping nodded and turned to walk towards the ward.

The new mother was leaning against the headboard breastfeeding her baby, while the man squatted beside the bed and used a hot towel to wipe his wife's hands. The towel was steaming, and he wrung it out carefully, afraid that the water would scald his wife.

Upon seeing Chen Ping enter, the man quickly stood up, tossed a towel into the washbasin, and wiped his hands on his pants.

"Dr. Chen, you've arrived."

The man's expression was much more relaxed than a few days ago, but he still habitually tensed up when he saw Chen Ping, probably because he was terrified when he was squatting outside the operating room waiting for news that day.

Chen Ping explained his purpose: the TV station was coming to interview them, and the reporters might ask them questions.

Upon hearing the words "TV station," the man's face turned pale, and his lips trembled several times. "TV station? I have to be on TV? I can't, I can't. How can I be on TV with this face? I can't even speak properly. I'll embarrass the health center."

His wife leaned against the headboard, appearing calmer than him, but still nervous. She hugged the child closer and used one hand to smooth her hair. "Dr. Chen, can I face anyone like this? I haven't washed my hair in days, and my face is all swollen..."

"Don't be nervous, just answer whatever the reporters ask."

Chen Ping pulled up a chair and sat down, his tone very calm. "When asked what happened, just say you were in excruciating pain and thought you were going to die. When asked how Dr. Chen saved you, just tell the truth: you don't remember, you were given anesthesia, and you were fine when you woke up."

"If you can't speak well, then speak less. No one will blame you. Also, don't get out of bed. Just lie down and do the interview. Women in postpartum confinement shouldn't catch a cold."

The man beside him nodded vigorously, muttering "If you can't speak well, then speak less," repeating it several times as if reciting a text.

Chen Ping gave a few more instructions, and only after making sure they all understood did he get up and leave the ward.

As soon as I stepped into the corridor, I saw a black Santana drive into the health center.

As soon as the car door opened, Zhang Jianmin stepped out. He was wearing a dark jacket, his hair was neatly combed, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine. He looked even more energetic than when he usually went to the countryside for inspections.

Chen Ping went up to him and greeted him.

"Secretary Zhang, what brings you here?"

Zhang Jianmin shook hands with Chen Ping, a smile on his face, but there was a hint of nervousness in his smile, which was quite different from the calm and composed deputy secretary he usually was.

"County Chief Fang personally called the township and said that the county TV station was coming to do an interview today, and asked the township government to send someone over as well."

He glanced around the courtyard and saw Wang Tao scrubbing the wall in the corridor, Li Fang touching up her lipstick in front of a small mirror in the pharmacy, and Zhou Jie and Sun Xiaoyan polishing the leaves of the pothos plant until they shone at the door of the clinic. He couldn't help but laugh, "Your clinic is more lively than during the New Year today."

"County Chief Fang is very thoughtful," Chen Ping said.

Zhang Jianmin pulled Chen Ping aside and lowered his voice, saying, "County Chief Fang means that we can't just use this good opportunity to promote the health center; we have to use this as a pretext to promote Siping Township as well."

"Think about this logic. When TV stations broadcast the news, the headlines are always something like 'Township Health Center Creates Medical Miracle,' but when the camera pans on, the mountains, the water, and the streets of Siping Township are all captured on camera."

"I'll mention the local customs and culture of Siping Township to the reporters later, and maybe I'll even find out about the wild chestnut grove on the hill behind us. Wouldn't that be like getting a freebie?"

As Chen Ping listened, he couldn't help but feel even more admiration for County Magistrate Fang.

Siping Township is truly poor, but the scenery is also truly beautiful.

The wild chestnut forest on the mountain, the azaleas blooming all over the mountain in spring, the persimmons ripening red in autumn, and the little river flowing down from the mountain stream, crystal clear, where village children can catch fish barefoot in the summer.

The mountain roads have always been difficult to traverse, preventing outsiders from getting in and things from getting out. These treasures have remained hidden in the mountain valleys, unknown to anyone.

County Chief Fang's move was to use medical news as a lever to drive local development.

At 10 a.m., a white interview vehicle drove into the health center gate.

The vehicle had the words "Cangyang County TV Station" printed in blue on its side, followed by a gray van. As soon as the door opened, a young woman with a ponytail jumped out, carrying a microphone and cables. Her movements were so nimble that it looked like she had been doing this job for years.

Next came a chubby guy carrying a camera. He carried the camera on his shoulder like it was a child, and he was also carrying a tripod in his other hand.

The last person to get out was a female reporter in her early thirties, wearing a dark blue suit, with short hair and light makeup. As soon as she got out of the car, she glanced around the health center and then reached out her hand to Zhao Guosheng, who had just come out of the office to greet her.

"Hello Dean Zhao, I'm a reporter from the county TV station. My surname is Lin. County Chief Fang and Dean Ma have both spoken to our leaders, saying that there's big news at Siping Township Health Center, and they want us to report on it properly."

Reporter Lin speaks crisply and decisively, and his handshake is firm; he is clearly a veteran reporter who is used to covering grassroots issues.

Zhao Guosheng shook the man's hands repeatedly, his face crinkling into a wide smile. "Reporter Lin, you've worked so hard, coming all the way to our remote mountain village. Why don't you come to my office for a cup of tea and a rest?"

Reporter Lin waved his hand, took out a small notebook from his pocket, glanced at it, looked up at the corridor, and said, "Let's skip the tea and start shooting the exterior scenes."

"Your clinic has a nice environment, it's just been renovated? Let's take pictures of the entire facility first, then the clinics and wards, and finally do the interviews. By the way, is Dr. Chen, the doctor who saved the woman with amniotic fluid embolism, here?"

"Yes, yes, yes, she's in the examination room." Zhao Guosheng quickly called out into the corridor, "Wang Tao! Call Dr. Chen out!"

Chen Ping walked out of the consultation room, still wearing his white coat and holding a medical record book in his hand.

Reporter Lin looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his face. She probably hadn't expected this "Dr. Chen" to be so young.

But she didn't say anything, just nodded professionally and waved to the cameraman behind her, "Old Zhou, start with the exterior shots, beginning with the main gate, and sweep through the yard and corridors."