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

The car bumped along the mountain road for more than an hour, with the mountains outside the window moving backward one by one.

The driver was a quiet type; he only asked one question the whole way: "Does Dr. Chen get carsick?"

Chen Ping said he wasn't dizzy, and then he didn't say anything more.

Upon arriving at the county hospital, Director Ma was personally waiting downstairs.

Wearing a white coat and with her hair neatly combed, she rushed over to Chen Ping as he got out of the car, grabbed his hand, and said, "Dr. Chen, you're the star of our county hospital today. Don't be nervous about the report; we're all family here, so just say whatever you want."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Dean Ma, you're too kind."

Dean Ma waved his hand and pulled him toward the office building, saying as they walked, "We'll start by having a talk inside the hospital this morning, with department heads and key personnel from various departments. It'll be a warm-up."

"Go to the county auditorium this afternoon. People from the county government, the health and family planning commission, and all the health centers in the county will be there. That's the main event. But don't be afraid. County Chief Fang will be sitting below, and no one will dare to make things difficult for you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping felt a little uneasy, but he didn't show it and nodded, "Okay, I'll do my best."

Dean Ma led him up to the second floor, opened the door to an office, and asked him to sit on the sofa for a while. He then personally poured him a cup of tea.

The tea is Biluochun; you can see the individual tea leaves standing upright in the glass, and the tea soup is clear and bright.

"Dr. Chen, I heard that the liver cancer patient at the city hospital is recovering well at your health center?"

Dean Ma sat down opposite him, crossed his legs, and spoke as if he were having a casual chat.

Chen Ping took a sip of tea and nodded. "He's doing alright. He can get out of bed and walk around now, and his appetite has returned. With continued care, I can't say how long he'll live, but at least he's more comfortable now."

Dean Ma sighed, crossed his hands on his stomach, and leaned back on the sofa.

"Sometimes, our big hospitals rely too much on equipment. Without CT scans, MRIs, and all sorts of equipment examinations, they wouldn't even dare to treat a common cold. You're different; I'm truly impressed by your acupuncture."

He paused, sat up straight, and leaned forward. "You know, amniotic fluid embolism is something our county hospital rarely sees, maybe once in many years. The ones we do see are usually carried out on a gurney. To be honest, I can hardly believe that your case was saved."

"It's just luck, nothing more!" Chen Ping smiled.

"Alright, you can rest now. The report isn't urgent. I'll have someone take you to the conference room in a bit so you can get familiar with the environment. Don't be nervous, everyone here is from our county hospital, there are no outsiders. No one will laugh at you, no matter what you say or do," Dean Ma reassured Chen Ping.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Okay."

After resting for about half an hour, drinking a cup of tea, going to the restroom, and taking the report out of my bag to review it, I refreshed my memory.

Dean Ma sent someone to take him to the county hospital's main conference room.

The moment Chen Ping pushed open the door, his heart skipped a beat.

The conference room was much larger than he had imagined, with over a hundred people seated below. The front row was occupied by department heads, the back by doctors and nurses, and two rows of people in white coats stood against the wall.

The chairs were full; some people were standing, some were leaning against the wall, and a few were squatting in the corner with their notebooks on their laps.

So many people made Chen Ping feel a little dizzy.

He stood on the podium, took the report out of his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it on the table.

The voices from the audience gradually subsided and eventually fell silent.

Dean Ma sat in the middle of the first row and nodded to him, meaning "We're all on the same side, so speak freely."

Chen Ping took a deep breath and began to read.

The first two parts were a bit tense; his hands trembled slightly as he pressed them on the podium, and his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat, dry and strained.

When he got to the third paragraph, he gradually relaxed and started looking up at the people in the audience, his gaze sweeping from the first row to the last.

When he talked about the rescue process of the pregnant woman with amniotic fluid embolism, he read out the set of data that Cui Ying had marked at a slower pace, and sure enough, some people in the audience picked up their pens and took notes.

The report went relatively smoothly, without any hiccups or misreading lines, and was better than he had expected.

Just as the event was about to end, someone in the first row suddenly raised their hand.

Chen Ping stopped and saw a female doctor in her fifties stand up from her seat. She was not tall, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and had sharp eyes.

She wore a name tag on her chest that read "Director of Obstetrics and Gynecology," with her name below it, but the font was too small for Chen Ping to read.

When she stood up, several obstetricians and gynecologists next to her lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at her, probably knowing what she was going to say.

"Dr. Chen, I have a question to ask you."

The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department was neither particularly polite nor particularly unpleasant.

"Under the conditions at the Siping Township Health Center, how did you determine that the woman had amniotic fluid embolism?"

"As far as I know, a diagnosis of amniotic fluid embolism requires blood gas analysis, a complete coagulation function test, a chest X-ray, and an electrocardiogram. Your health center doesn't even have a decent CT scanner. What makes you so sure it was amniotic fluid embolism? Is it possible that it was a misdiagnosis? Is there any imaging data or surveillance video that can prove it was indeed amniotic fluid embolism at the time?"

The atmosphere in the meeting room changed immediately after those words were spoken.

The obstetricians in the front row exchanged glances, and someone whispered something. The nurses in the back row also craned their necks to look at the stage.

Dean Ma's expression darkened, and just as he was about to speak, another younger obstetrician spoke up, his tone full of doubt.

"Dr. Chen, I don't mean to offend you, but you said you saved a patient with amniotic fluid embolism at the health center. We both work in obstetrics and gynecology, so we know what amniotic fluid embolism means."

"Even big hospitals can't just save someone whenever they want. To think that you could save someone in such a rudimentary environment with just a few acupuncture needles and some medicine is something we find hard to believe."

A buzz of discussion arose from the audience, like a swarm of bees whose nest had been disturbed.

Dean Ma stood up, glanced around, and seemed to want the obstetricians and gynecologists to stop asking questions for now.

But the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department couldn't stop talking. He pushed up his glasses and added, "To put it bluntly, it's not impossible for medical records to be altered later. This has happened before. Without imaging evidence, it's hard to be convincing based solely on a medical record."

That's a very strong statement.

Dean Ma's face immediately fell, and he frowned as he looked at the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Chen Ping was still holding the three-page report in his hand. He opened his mouth as if to explain, but he didn't know how to explain.

If you don't believe the medical records and treatment process records, and think they can be faked, then Chen Ping really can't produce any other evidence.

After all, the conditions at the health center are what they are. There is no surveillance, and even the operating room was only recently built during this renovation, and it still contains some old equipment.

Just as Chen Ping was wondering how to respond, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corridor outside the conference room, growing louder and louder as they approached.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and a nurse rushed in, her face flushed red, her voice shrill and urgent, which everyone in the room could hear.

"Dean Ma! A pregnant woman has just been brought to the emergency room; we suspect amniotic fluid embolism, and her blood pressure has dropped to 70!"