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

Wang Tao rewrote the couple's medical records from that morning, making the handwriting much neater, and even drew a horizontal line under the words "Dendrobium".

As it was nearing the end of the workday, the sun was already setting in the west, and the light in the courtyard was beginning to turn yellow. The fluorescent lights in the corridor were not yet on, making the light somewhat dim.

Chen Ping was packing his things to go to the cafeteria when two people suddenly walked into the clinic.

He looked up and his heart sank.

Yes, the couple with liver cancer have returned.

The man with liver cancer—it's only been a short time since I last saw him, but he's completely changed.

His cheekbones were high and prominent, his eye sockets were deep-set, his eyes were noticeably yellow, and his lips were so dry that they had a layer of white skin.

Her clothes were loose and baggy, like cloth covers hanging on a clothes hanger. She walked unsteadily, barely able to stand by holding onto the door frame with one hand.

The woman stood beside him, her eyes red and swollen, her face streaked with tears that hadn't yet dried.

As soon as the woman entered the consultation room, she rushed to Chen Ping's consultation table, bent her knees, and was about to kneel down when Chen Ping grabbed her arm and held her up.

"Dr. Chen, please save him! He's only been discharged from the hospital a few days ago and he's already like this... Please, please think of something else..."

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, and tears streamed down her face.

Chen Ping didn't speak immediately. He let the man sit down in the chair, reached out and took his wrist to check his pulse.

When I placed my fingers on it, I could barely feel the pulse. It was so thin, like a thread that might break at any moment, and the beat was erratic and weak, irregular and inconsistent.

He looked at the man's face and eyes again. The jaundice had spread from the whites of his eyes to his entire face, and even the edges of his fingernails were turning yellow.

He released his hand, remained silent for a few seconds, and then shook his head.

When the woman saw him shake his head, her tears flowed even more fiercely, her voice trembling so much she could barely speak: "Dr. Chen, is there really no way? You cured him so well last time, how come it's only been a few days..."

Chen Ping looked at her, then glanced at the man sitting in the chair with his head down, avoiding his gaze. His voice was full of helplessness: "Sister, I told you last time that you must rest during this period, avoid overexertion and mental strain, especially that kind of thing—you can't even touch it at this stage. You probably didn't listen after you were discharged from the hospital, did you?"

The woman's expression froze for a moment, her lips moved a few times, then closed again, unsure of what to say.

The man sat in the chair, head down, hands on his knees, clutching the fabric of his pants tightly. He struggled to squeeze out a few words, his voice low and hoarse: "Dr. Chen, I... I couldn't help it, just twice... I thought it was over..."

Chen Ping sighed and didn't press the matter further.

When things reach this point, there's no point in asking any more questions.

"At this stage of the disease, the liver yin has been completely depleted, and the remaining foundation cannot last much longer."

"No matter what medicine I take, it's no use. I can't absorb it, and it only increases the burden on my stomach and intestines."

"Go back and spend quality time with him. If he wants anything to eat or drink, do what he wants. Don't let him suffer."

"Go ahead and do it this time, I won't stop you, as long as you still have the strength."

Chen Ping looked disappointed and helpless.

To save this man, Chen Ping offended the city hospital and even reduced or waived various fees for them.

The goal is to help men with liver cancer recover, and even if it cannot be cured, to allow them to live a few more years.

It can also improve the quality of life.

But now?

They'd risk their lives just for a few moments of pleasure.

The saying "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust" is absolutely true. When a man feels that his body is better and he has recovered well, he starts to have all sorts of wild thoughts.

The woman felt that her husband had recovered and there shouldn't be any danger, so she let him be.

The ignorance of these two people ultimately led to their deaths.

Hearing Chen Ping's words, the woman's tears intensified. She seemed to have her last breath taken away, staggered back two steps, and only managed to regain her balance by holding onto the door frame.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back. In the end, she just looked at Chen Ping, her lips trembling several times, but she didn't say anything.

The man slowly stood up, his steps unsteady, and he had to hold onto the edge of the examination table to keep from falling.

He looked up at Chen Ping, his yellowish eyes holding something indescribable, like regret or resignation.

"Dr. Chen, I'm so sorry, you've gone to so much trouble, it's just that I'm not good enough..."

His voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Chen Ping didn't reply, he just nodded.

The woman walked over and took the man's arm. The two of them slowly turned around and walked out of the consultation room.

As she reached the door, the woman turned back to look at Chen Ping, her eyes filled with regret.

She wanted to beg Chen Ping again, but she just couldn't bring herself to speak.

Chen Ping helped them a lot; it was their own fault for getting things into this state because of their own petty squabbles.

Regret?

I'll definitely regret it, I'll regret it to death!

But there's no medicine for regret in this world.

The woman sighed, turned around, and helped the man walk out.

"Master, is that really such a good thing? You'd risk your life for something like that?"

Wang Tao watched the couple's retreating figures and said with emotion.

Chen Ping was taken aback, looking at Wang Tao with some disbelief: "Wang Tao, you've never tried this before, have you?"

"No, really no, I'm very innocent."

Wang Tao said with a serious expression.

Seeing that Wang Tao didn't seem to be lying, Chen Ping patted him on the shoulder, "I can't tell you this. You'll find out when you have a wife."

After saying that, Chen Ping walked out of the consultation room and then said, "Lock the door, it's time to eat..."

Wang Tao stood there blankly for a while, seemingly processing what Chen Ping had just said.

He then ran out of the consultation room, locked the door, and headed straight for the cafeteria.

After dinner, some went home, and some went back to their dormitories.

Cui Ying was sitting at the stone table in front of the dormitory, seemingly waiting for Chen Ping.

Chen Ping walked out of the cafeteria, saw Cui Ying by the stone table, and went straight over to sit down next to her.

"Going to the provincial capital tomorrow, how many days will you stay?"

Cui Ying asked.

"I don't know, but I guess it'll be two or three days, not too long," Chen Ping said.

"The provincial capital is different from here. It's very cold there now, so bring some warm clothes so you don't catch a cold," Cui Ying said with concern.

"Yes, I know!" Chen Ping nodded.

The two sat quietly, neither speaking, watching the poplar leaves, occasionally a leaf would fall, then swirl and descend in mid-air like a small boat.

"Buzzing..."

Suddenly, Cui Ying's phone started vibrating.

It was a phone call. Cui Ying put it on vibrate, and after glancing at the caller ID, she didn't answer.