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

Chen Ping gently massaged Old Song's shoulders: "Old Song, you don't need to arrange anything for him. Your status as the elder brother is already helping him."

Old Song turned his head to look at Chen Ping, his brows furrowing slightly.

Chen Ping quickly explained, "Think about it, your brother is an honest and simple farmer. Even if you give him a job, he might not be able to do it well."

"Besides, given his honest nature, how could he possibly have contracted such a large mountain? No one blocked him on the paperwork, and no one competed with him for the contract. Everyone knows whose influence he has."

"Your younger brother understands that if it weren't for you, the older brother, leading the way, he wouldn't have had the chance to contract the mountain."

"He's perfectly clear-headed. He just wants to live his life peacefully, taking care of his elders, looking after his ancestral graves, and earning a living through his own efforts. He thinks that's good enough."

Old Song was stunned for several seconds; probably no one had ever spoken so bluntly to his face before.

A moment later, Old Song suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"I'm old, I've lived a whole life, and I can't even understand such a simple truth as you, a young man," Old Song said with a smile.

"It's not that Elder Song can't see through it, it's just that you've always felt guilty, so you can't see this aspect."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he took his coat and draped it over Old Song's shoulders. "Old Song, you're all better now. Come back for a few more treatments in a while, and you should be fine."

Old Song got up, stretched his body, and twisted his neck, looking very satisfied.

"Dr. Chen, I have an old comrade-in-arms who has been bedridden for more than two years with rheumatism. I wonder if it can be cured?" Old Song asked.

"Old Song, I dare not speak rashly without seeing the patient. Someone who has been bedridden for more than two years is probably difficult to cure. However, we can only make a conclusion after seeing the patient."

Chen Ping didn't dare to make any definitive statements, since he hadn't seen the patient's condition and couldn't guarantee anything.

"He's bedridden, so it might be difficult for him to come to this clinic. I wonder if Dr. Chen has some time? I'm going to the provincial capital in a few days; you could come with me and take a look at my old comrade-in-arms while you're at it?"

Old Song asked Chen Ping in a questioning tone.

If it were any other doctor, let alone a hospital director, Old Song wouldn't have needed to speak so politely.

Even if Old Song retires, he is still far more powerful than a hospital director.

"Okay, I'll try my best to make time whenever Elder Song is going." Chen Ping nodded!

Faced with Elder Song's invitation, Chen Ping dared not refuse, regardless of whether he had the time or not.

Besides, Old Song just helped him, so he should be grateful.

"Okay, wait for my call..." Old Song patted Chen Ping on the shoulder!

When Mr. Song walked out of the consultation room, Zhao Guosheng was already waiting by the car.

He knew that Old Song and Chen Ping were receiving treatment in the clinic, so he didn't dare to go in and disturb them.

"Mr. Song, if you need anything in the future, just give me a call. I'll have Dr. Chen make the trip. There's no need for you to come in person."

Zhao Guosheng went up to him, his face full of flattery.

"No need, Dr. Chen is too busy. I'm quite free right now."

After finishing speaking, Old Song waved to Chen Ping, then got into the car and left.

Zhao Guosheng watched as Old Song's car left the health center gate and turned onto the street before turning away.

"Dean, I might need to take a few days off in a few days."

Chen Ping said to Zhao Guosheng.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Guosheng was taken aback. "If you take leave, the health center will have far fewer patients."

"Old Song just said he wanted to take me to the provincial capital for a few days, and also to see his old comrade-in-arms."

Chen Ping told the truth.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guosheng quickly said, "Go away, this isn't called asking for leave, it's called making a house call. In the future, if there's something like this, you can make the decision yourself. I'll keep track of your attendance."

"Thank you, Dean." Chen Ping smiled and returned to the consultation room.

Back in his consultation room, Chen Ping saw a few more patients, and it was almost noon.

"Dr. Chen, it's time to go home and have dinner."

Zhou Jie took off her white coat and spoke to Chen Ping.

"Okay, you guys go ahead, I'll organize these medical records and then I'll go." Chen Ping nodded.

"Master, I've already prepared your food, so there's no need to rush."

Wang Tao, standing to the side, spoke solicitously.

Chen Ping just smiled and said nothing. Although Wang Tao was sometimes short-tempered, he was indeed good at dealing with people.

Just as Zhou Jie and the others had left, and Chen Ping had finished organizing the medical records and was about to close the door, a girl suddenly walked into the consultation room.

The girl was dressed simply and was carrying a plastic bag.

"Xiao Wu, what brings you at this hour?"

Chen Ping was somewhat surprised to see the girl.

This girl is the one who had something growing in her uterus a while ago; her name is Wu Xiulian.

When Chen Ping was examining her, her boyfriend chased after her and beat her.

Later, Chen Ping gave her acupuncture and medicine. During this period of continuous treatment, Wu Xiulian's complexion improved a lot.

At the same time, she also became familiar with Chen Ping, and every time she came for treatment, she was no longer as hesitant as she was at the beginning.

"Dr. Chen, my mom boiled some free-range eggs. They're all from chickens we raise ourselves, and she asked me to bring some over for you."

Wu Xiulian placed the plastic bag on the table and continued, "While I'm at it, I'd like Dr. Chen to take a look and see if the growth inside my uterus is still there."

"Okay, please sit down!"

Chen Ping asked Wu Xiulian to sit down in a chair, and then put the eggs away.

Chen Ping didn't stand on ceremony with Wu Xiulian. This was the most basic sentiment among the rural people, and if Chen Ping refused, it would only embarrass her.

If it were the old Chen Ping, he would never accept anything from a patient.

But now he doesn't do that anymore. He accepts free-range eggs, various vegetables, and even his own old hen as gifts, as long as someone gives them to him.

After all, the items weren't expensive, and the patient would feel at ease accepting them.

"How have you been feeling these past few days? Have you gotten your period?"

Chen Ping asked.

Wu Xiulian shook her head. "Not yet, but I feel a dragging sensation in my lower abdomen, and my vaginal discharge has increased. It should be coming soon."

"Yes, that's a very good sign." Chen Ping nodded. "Give me your right hand, let me take your pulse first."

Wu Xiulian placed her right hand on the table, rolled up her sleeve, revealing a section of her slightly tanned wrist.

Chen Ping placed three fingers on her burly neck.

The pulse has changed significantly compared to before. Previously, it was deep, thready, and hesitant, with the cun pulse being particularly weak, a typical sign of internal blood stasis and imbalance of the Chong and Ren meridians.

The pulse is now much wider than before, and the pressure is stronger. Although it has not yet fully recovered to a normal state, the feeling of stiffness has been greatly reduced.

Especially the radial pulse, which was so thin before that it was almost undetectable, can now be clearly felt pulsating.

The pulse still has a slightly slippery quality, which indicates that the Qi and blood have started to flow downwards, and menstruation should be due in the next few days.