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

The second person to come in was a young wife, holding a child who was crying loudly.

She said her child had been having diarrhea for several days, and the medicine wasn't working; the child was on the verge of dehydration.

Chen Ping looked at the child's tongue coating and pressed his stomach. Those thoughts came back to him: weak spleen and stomach, indigestion.

He didn't use needles, but wrote a prescription and asked Li Fang to get the medicine.

The three herbs are very simple: yam, poria cocos, and atractylodes macrocephala. Boil them in water and drink the decoction.

"Will this work?" the young woman asked skeptically.

"It works. Go back and drink it for two days. If it doesn't work, come find me," Chen Ping said confidently.

The third one was an old man who said his legs hurt.

The fourth was a middle-aged woman who said she had insomnia.

The fifth one was a young man who said he twisted his ankle while playing basketball.

One after another, the consultation room was constantly filled with people.

Wang Tao helped out from the side, carrying water and handing needles, running back and forth, sweating profusely, but his eyes were as bright as light bulbs.

Liu Wei also came over to take a look, taking notes of Chen Ping's prescription in a small notebook, writing each stroke carefully.

Wang Jianguo stood at the door for a while, shook his head, and went back to his clinic.

There was no one there; they all came to Chen Ping's place.

But he wasn't angry; in fact, he was rather pleased.

The health center hasn't been this lively in years.

Li Fang was busy running around in the pharmacy, grabbing and dispensing medicine, muttering to herself, "This Dr. Chen has exhausted me as soon as he arrived." But she was smiling.

Cui Ying came out of the accounting office to get some water and passed by Chen Ping's clinic, glancing inside.

Inside, three or four patients were waiting. Chen Ping sat at the table, his fingers resting on an old woman's pulse, his expression focused.

Wang Tao stood to the side, while Liu Wei squatted on the ground arranging the silver needles.

Cui Ying watched for a while, then turned around and went back to the accounting office, her steps becoming much lighter.

The last patient didn't leave until 4:30.

Chen Ping counted; he had seen eleven patients that afternoon.

Wang Jianguo looked at two people, and Liu Wei looked at three, but combined they didn't even see as many as he did by himself.

"Dr. Chen, you're amazing!"

Wang Tao was exhausted and slumped in his chair, but he was incredibly excited. "Eleven patients! Our clinic hasn't seen that many in a month!"

"There are quite a lot." Chen Ping moved his wrists, his fingers a little sore.

I was really tired after spending the whole afternoon getting acupuncture and taking pulses.

"Those prescriptions of yours," Liu Wei leaned closer, flipping open his notebook to show him, "I've written them all down. There's one prescription I don't understand. Why did you use Atractylodes macrocephala instead of Atractylodes lancea?"

Both are spleen-strengthening herbs, but Atractylodes macrocephala is more tonifying, while Atractylodes lancea is more drying. That child clearly has excessive dampness; wouldn't Atractylodes lancea be better?

Chen Ping glanced at him, somewhat surprised. Liu Wei was usually quiet and looked listless, but he turned out to be quite capable.

"You're right, that child has excessive dampness, but he's even weaker. Atractylodes macrocephala strengthens the spleen and replenishes qi, while Atractylodes lancea has a strong effect of drying dampness but also damages qi. He's had diarrhea for several days, and his qi is already weak. If we use Atractylodes lancea again, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand it," Chen Ping explained.

Liu Wei suddenly realized, scribbled a few lines in his notebook, and then looked up: "What about the third patient? The one with insomnia? You used a modified Suanzaoren Tang (Ziziphus jujuba seed decoction), but you replaced Chuanxiong (Ligusticum striatum) with Danshen (Salvia miltiorrhiza). Why?"

"Ligusticum chuanxiong invigorates blood and promotes qi circulation, but it is drying in nature. Salvia miltiorrhiza invigorates blood and calms the mind, and it is neutral in nature. That patient has deficiency of both heart and spleen, as well as blood stasis, so Salvia miltiorrhiza is more suitable than Ligusticum chuanxiong."

Liu Wei wrote it down, nodded, and his eyes showed more admiration.

As the sun was about to set, the courtyard finally quieted down.

Chen Ping stood at the door of the clinic, looking at the banner, red with yellow characters, gleaming in the setting sun.

Wang Jianguo locked the door to the consultation room, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder: "Dr. Chen, what you did today is more than I did in a year."

"Dr. Wang, please don't say that."

"I'm serious." Wang Jianguo smiled. "This place lacks medical care and medicine, and the people can't afford to see a doctor. Your arrival is a blessing for them."

He pushed his bicycle and left.

Liu Wei left too. Li Fang locked the pharmacy, changed her clothes, picked up her bag, and left as well.

Cui Ying came out of the accounting office, locked the door, and walked to Chen Ping's side: "Let's go eat."

"I'm not going to Uncle Liu's today. I'll go back and make myself a bowl of noodles. I'm tired," Chen Ping said.

"Okay, I'll make you some noodles..." Cui Ying nodded.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping was taken aback for a moment, and his face suddenly turned slightly red.

It's not that there's anything wrong with what Cui Ying said, it's just that Chen Ping often watches short videos and has heard of this meme.

This kind of joke is very attractive to men.

Seeing Chen Ping blush, Cui Ying was still a little puzzled, but suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

They're all young people, so she knows this kind of joke.

She understood that Chen Ping was definitely thinking the wrong thing.

If it were yesterday, Cui Ying would definitely have despised Chen Ping without hesitation, but today is different; Cui Ying has developed a liking for Chen Ping.

She didn't object when he cooked noodles for Chen Ping...

"Let's go, let's see what your noodles taste like!" Chen Ping said, and walked towards the backyard.

Cui Ying blushed and followed behind Chen Ping.

"How many patients did you see today?" Cui Ying asked.

"Eleven."

"Are you tired?"

"A little," Chen Ping said, stretching his neck. "But I feel at ease."

Cui Ying glanced at him, said nothing, and then curled up the corners of her mouth.

Chen Ping walked ahead, his pace quickening slightly. He felt his face burning and cursed himself inwardly, thinking, "All they said was that they'd give me some noodles. What were I thinking?"

Cui Ying followed behind, watching Chen Ping's back, her ears turning red all the way down to her neck.

Upon reaching the backyard, Cui Ying opened her door, glanced at Chen Ping, and said, "Go back inside and wait. I'll call you when I'm done cooking."

"OK."

Chen Ping went into his room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I could hear the sound of a running tap next door, followed by the clatter of pots and pans.

He leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, his mind a jumble of thoughts, sometimes showing Su Meng in her wedding dress, sometimes showing Cui Ying blushing.

"Dr. Chen, come over here." Cui Ying's voice came from next door.

Chen Ping pushed open the door and went out. Cui Ying's door was open, so he went in.

Two bowls of noodles, steaming hot, were placed on a small table inside the room.

The dough was hand-rolled, uneven in width, clearly made by hand.

A few pieces of green vegetables and a poached egg floated in the soup. The yolk wasn't fully cooked; it was runny and looked very appetizing.

"Please sit down, the chopsticks are on the bowl."

Cui Ying was already sitting at the table, stirring her bowl of noodles with her head down, her ears still a little red.

Chen Ping sat down and picked up a mouthful of noodles.

The noodles are chewy and the broth is flavorful, made with bone broth, not the kind of flavor created by mixing seasonings. It's made with real ingredients.

"Delicious, your noodles are really good," Chen Ping praised.