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

The next morning, Chen Ping finished washing up and came out of the dormitory. The morning light was just right in the courtyard, the poplar leaves were trembling gently in the breeze, and two more roses had bloomed in the flower bed, bright red.

He had just stepped out the door when Old Sun came running over from the construction site, a smile plastered on his face. He hadn't had time to take off his safety helmet, and his exposed hair was soaked with sweat in clumps.

"Dr. Chen, you're finally back!"

Old Sun took off his helmet and held it in his hand. He first exchanged a few pleasantries about the report meeting, saying that his wife had seen the live stream on her phone and had asked him to watch it for a while, saying that it was very well done.

Chen Ping smiled and waved his hand, then asked a few questions about the project's progress.

Old Sun said the foundation was done, and since the weather had been good these past two days without rain, the ground was almost covered with a layer of soil. If things continued at this pace, it would be ready for use before the new year.

As he spoke, Old Sun's voice gradually lowered.

He rubbed his hands together, switched the helmet to his other hand, rubbed his nose, and wore the kind of embarrassed expression that farmers have when they ask for money.

Chen Ping understood from his expression that the 50,000 yuan he had given him last time had been almost entirely spent on steel bars and cement, wages, and renting excavators over the past few days.

Before Lao Sun could speak, he pulled out his phone and said, "Lao Sun, is another 100,000 yuan enough for me?"

"That's enough, that's enough. This amount of money is enough to build one floor."

Old Sun nodded repeatedly.

Without saying a word, Chen Ping opened WeChat and transferred 100,000 yuan.

Old Sun's phone vibrated. He glanced down at the amount credited to his account, grinned, and said, "Dr. Chen, you're really efficient."

"As long as you work hard, you won't be shortchanged on your wages."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he walked towards the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was filled with steam. Aunt Li had cooked millet and pumpkin porridge and steamed two trays of large buns with cabbage and vermicelli filling, each one as big as a fist.

As everyone gradually arrived, Wang Tao was the first to sit down, his chopsticks already twirling in his hand twice.

When Chen Ping entered the cafeteria, he glanced at the table and noticed that Sun Xiaoyan had already arrived.

She sat upright next to Zhou Jie, her complexion was not good, and her eyes were a little swollen, but her hair was tied up neatly, and the top button of her white coat was fastened. In front of her was a bowl of porridge and half a steamed bun.

Seeing Chen Ping come in, she put down her chopsticks and stood up. Her voice was still a little hoarse, but her tone had returned to its usual crispness. She said, "Good morning, Dr. Chen."

Chen Ping nodded and said good morning. He sat down in the main seat, picked up his chopsticks, and didn't look at her much or say anything.

After breakfast, everyone went their separate ways to work.

Chen Ping first went to the clinic and flipped through the medical records, looking at the consultation notes that Wang Tao had taken while covering for him over the past two days.

The prescriptions and treatments for the follow-up visits of several old patients and the initial visits of several new patients were all quite reliable.

He closed the medical record book, stood up, straightened the collar of his white coat, and walked towards the ward.

The couple with liver cancer have been staying in the hospital for so many days. He went to Tianhai City and didn't personally check on them for several days. He's been keeping this matter on his mind and needs to see their recovery situation with his own eyes.

The ward door was ajar. Chen Ping knocked twice on the door frame and then pushed the door open to go inside.

The woman was squatting on the ground wringing out towels into a basin when she heard the door open. She looked up, her face immediately breaking into a smile, and quickly stood up to wipe her hands on her clothes.

"Dr. Chen, you're back! You must have been very busy these past few days!" the woman said warmly.

The man leaned against the headboard, looking quite well; his face had regained some color, and he seemed more energetic than a few days ago. Upon seeing Chen Ping, he smiled and asked, "Dr. Chen, when did you get back?"

Both of them were enthusiastic, but there was something else hidden beneath that enthusiasm.

The woman paused for a moment before continuing to wring the towel, and when the man greeted her with a smile, his gaze drifted before returning to Chen Ping's face, as if he dared not look him in the eye.

"I just got back yesterday evening. I came to check on my brother and see how he's recovering."

As Chen Ping spoke, he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled the man's wrist, and placed three fingers on it.

As soon as he felt the pulse, Chen Ping's brows furrowed slightly.

An ordinary doctor might have only noticed that the pulse was weaker than it had been a few days ago; but the turmoil in his mind gave him a much more acute perception than others.

The pulse is wiry and rapid, indicating a deficiency of Yang energy. The radial pulse is deep, thin, and weak, especially the kidney pulse, which is so weak it seems as if the body's foundation has been drained.

The biggest problem with liver disease is the depletion of kidney essence. The liver and kidneys share the same origin. Once the kidney essence is depleted, the liver yin loses its support. All the foundation that was painstakingly built up with medication and acupuncture has been completely depleted in the past few days.

He released his grip, looked at the man, and then at the woman.

The man lowered his head and pretended to tidy the corners of the blanket, while the woman stood by the bed rubbing a towel in her hands. She rubbed it several times before realizing that the towel was already dry.

Neither of them spoke, but their guilty expressions spoke volumes.

Chen Ping took the stethoscope off his neck, folded it, and put it in his pocket. He stood up and looked at them, his tone devoid of any emotion. "Let's discharge you today. There's no point in staying here any longer."

He turned and walked out of the ward.

The sound of a woman's hurried footsteps came from behind, her cloth shoes making a clattering sound on the cement ground.

The woman caught up with him and blocked his way at the corner of the corridor. Her face was a mixture of anxiety and shame, and her voice trembled as she spoke, "Dr. Chen, Dr. Chen, please wait a moment. What happened? Can we stay a few more days? Is something wrong with him?"

Chen Ping stopped and looked at her. "Big sister, how many times have I told you to be more restrained during this period? You agreed, and what happened? Look at your pulse today. You didn't hold back these past few days, did you?"

The woman's face flushed red instantly. She lowered her head, not daring to look at him. Her lips trembled for a long time before she managed to squeeze out the words, "That bastard did it secretly while I was asleep last night."

"I said no, but he insisted on doing it, saying it would be fine if it was just once. I thought it would only be once, so I didn't stop him."

After listening, Chen Ping did not press further to ask whether it was the man who forced himself on her or the woman who did not refuse.

Asking these questions now is pointless; Chen Ping can tell that the woman herself can't control herself.

Women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can suck up the earth while sitting still at fifty.

Perhaps at her age, her needs are indeed higher.

Chen Ping shook his head. "I told you last time, now is not the time. It's okay to build a good foundation and then gradually improve. His current physical condition can't even support his daily activities. You guys think he's improving too fast."

"I've told you everything I needed to, but you didn't listen. I've done my best. Go back and take care of yourselves. As for how well you recover, that's up to fate."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Even if you're a god, you can't help yourself if you don't follow medical advice.

Patients come and go in the hospital every day. Some listen to advice, some don't. Some people's illnesses can be cured, but some people's lives just slip away through the cracks.

He was just a doctor, able to prescribe the right dosage, but unable to control what happened after the patient closed their eyes.

The woman stood in the corridor, clutching the towel tightly in her hand. Her expression changed from shame to regret. She opened her mouth several times as if to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.