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

After seeing off the old Chinese medicine doctor, Chen Ping had only been leaning back on the sofa for less than five minutes when Dean Ma pushed open the door and came in.

He changed into a dark suit, combed his hair, and looked more energetic than in the morning. He carried a briefcase and waved to Chen Ping as he entered the room.

"Dr. Chen, it's almost time. Let's go to the county auditorium. This afternoon's event is the highlight. County Chief Fang is personally overseeing it, and the directors of several hospitals in the county are here, as well as representatives from various township health centers. Don't be nervous."

Dean Ma kept telling people not to be nervous, but he kept checking his watch, his leather shoes clattering on the floor.

Chen Ping stood up, straightened the collar of his white coat, folded the report that he had read several times, put it in his pocket, and followed Dean Ma out the door.

Upon arriving at the county auditorium, Chen Ping could see from a distance two rows of people standing on the steps. The parking lot was filled with cars of all sizes, including official vehicles of the county government, ambulances from various hospitals, and old-fashioned bread carts from township health centers.

A red banner with white lettering hung at the entrance, which read "Report Meeting on Advanced Deeds of Grassroots Medical Care in Cangyang County".

As soon as Chen Ping got out of the car, a staff member came up to him and pinned a small red silk flower to his chest, which stood out against his white coat.

Dean Ma led him in through the side door.

The auditorium was several times larger than the county hospital's conference room. A row of tables, covered with dark red velvet, were placed on the stage, and a microphone stood in the center.

The audience was packed with people, at least three or four hundred. The front row was occupied by county leaders and hospital directors, while the back row consisted of rows of doctors and nurses in white coats. Three or four video cameras were set up against the walls on both sides, with red lights above the lenses, indicating that they were running.

Chen Ping followed Dean Ma toward the podium, and all the camera lenses turned to point at him.

He felt his steps were stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands. In the end, he could only put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, walk forward with his head down, and didn't dare to look down at the audience.

In the front row, right in the middle, County Chief Fang had already stood up and turned around to look towards the door.

He was wearing a dark gray jacket, similar to the one he wore when we last met at the township government. His hair was gray, and he stood very straight.

Upon seeing Chen Ping enter, he led the applause.

The applause started from County Chief Fang and spread outwards layer by layer, quickly becoming a continuous roar that made the ceiling of the auditorium vibrate.

Chen Ping quickly bowed to the audience, bending very low. When he straightened up, his face was slightly flushed, and his heart was pounding.

County Chief Fang walked over, shook hands with him, pulled him aside, and whispered a few words to him.

"Dr. Chen, don't be nervous. Just repeat what you did at the county hospital, the same procedure, the same rhythm. Treat these people in the audience like your patients at the clinic."

County Chief Fang patted him on the shoulder and added, "Today, in addition to the leaders from the county's various departments, the Municipal Health Bureau and the Provincial Health Department have also sent people to observe the report. But don't pay attention to them, just give your own presentation."

Chen Ping nodded, took a deep breath, and walked towards the podium.

There were only three steps, but he felt like he had taken several steps to reach the top.

As he stood in front of the microphone, he glanced down and saw three or four hundred pairs of eyes staring at him. The red lights on the cameras blinked as if they were timing him.

He lowered his head, took the report out of his pocket, and spread it out on the podium.

As he held the paper in his fingers, he noticed his hands were trembling slightly.

He picked up the mineral water bottle on the podium, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. The water was cold, which made him shiver.

Then he cleared his throat and began to read into the microphone.

"Dear leaders and colleagues, good afternoon. I am Chen Ping, an ordinary doctor at Siping Township Health Center..."

He spoke the first few sentences a little too tightly, his throat felt like it was being squeezed by something, and his voice sounded a bit muffled.

Following the secret Cui Ying taught him, he slowed down his speech, focused his gaze on the report, and avoided looking at the sea of ​​faces below the stage.

When I got to the second paragraph, my voice gradually opened up;

When the reading reached the part about rescuing someone from amniotic fluid embolism, he was able to lift his head and occasionally glance at the audience.

When he got to the section on the analysis of primary healthcare resources, he noticed that several middle-aged men who looked like leaders in the front row started writing in their notebooks.

When he read out the set of data that Cui Ying had marked, he deliberately paused for a moment and read out each number clearly.

The camera lights were flashing; the report meeting was being broadcast live.

At that moment, in the Siping Township Health Center, Li Fang had just put the last box of medicine on the shelf. Taking advantage of the lull when no patients came to pick up their medicine, she leaned against the pharmacy window and took out her phone to swipe.

She followed the "Cangyang Media" account and immediately saw a live stream of the county auditorium report meeting. On the screen, Chen Ping was standing on the stage with a small red flower pinned to his chest, and his white coat was shining brightly under the auditorium lights.

"Oh my! Come quick! Dr. Chen is live streaming!"

Li Fang leaned half her body out of the pharmacy window, holding her phone in her hand, her voice so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire corridor.

Wang Tao was the first to rush out of the consultation room, still clutching the medical record book in his hand, and almost tripped over the threshold.

He leaned close to Li Fang's phone screen, practically pressing his eye against it. "Let me see! Oh my god, Dr. Chen looks quite pleased with that little red flower! Are those county leaders in the back row? County Chief Fang is there too!"

Liu Wei jogged over from the next consultation room, took off his glasses, wiped them with his sleeve, put them back on, and squinted for a long time. "Why are there so many people in this auditorium? There must be at least three or four hundred, right? And there are cameras! Goodness, Dr. Chen is on TV!"

Zhao Guosheng strolled out of the office carrying the jar, walking slowly toward Li Fang, saying, "Let me see, let me see."

He leaned close to the phone screen, squinted and examined it for a while, then slowly grinned, pointing out the slogans on the backdrop of the stage to the people next to him. "Look at this setup, 'Report Meeting on Advanced Deeds of Grassroots Medical Care in the County,' how impressive!"

Cui Ying walked out of the accounting office and stood on the periphery of the crowd, without pushing forward.

She looked at the person standing behind the podium, reading a report into the microphone on her phone screen.

Chen Ping was dressed more neatly than usual today. The silk flower on his chest was illuminated by the light. His expression was a little tense, and he didn't speak very fluently for the first few sentences, but his voice was very steady.

She pursed her lips slightly, took her phone out of her pocket, and entered the live stream. The screen was too small, so she turned the volume up to the maximum and held it to her ear to listen.

Li Fang was holding up her phone, but Wang Tao and Liu Wei blocked her view completely from both sides. So she simply put her phone on the windowsill and stepped back to make room. "Look, look, don't push, don't push, you're about to knock my phone off."