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

Chen Ping nodded: "You must have injured it three years ago while playing basketball or some other sport. It's on the front of your right shoulder. It wasn't a severe impact; it was a strain."

"Because if it's a collision injury, you would go to the hospital for treatment immediately. But with a sprain, you might not think it's a big deal and delay treatment for a few days, which can lead to future problems."

"Now, you sometimes feel soreness and swelling when you raise your arm to a certain angle. The location is where the anterior deltoid and the long head tendon of the biceps brachii meet."

Zhou Zhiyuan was indeed shocked by Chen Ping's words, but deep down he still felt that Chen Ping had some luck involved.

"What you've described are all minor injuries and ailments. After all this time, do you think I have any serious illness?"

Zhou Zhiyuan asked.

"Yes!" Chen Ping said, then looked at Old Zhou: "Old Zhou, your grandson is married, but he probably doesn't have any children yet, right?"

"Yes, they've been married for almost two years, and his wife hasn't gotten pregnant at all. They've been to several big hospitals for checkups, and both of them are fine."

"My daughter-in-law goes to the temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha all day long. We shouldn't be superstitious, but we can't not believe. We really have no choice."

Old Zhou said with a hint of helplessness.

Looking at Old Zhou's helpless expression, Chen Ping said, "Old Zhou, burning incense and praying to Buddha won't help. The problem lies with your grandson."

"Huh?" Old Zhou was taken aback.

"Don't talk nonsense. I've already been to a major hospital in Beijing for a checkup, and I'm perfectly fine," Zhou Zhiyuan retorted.

"You don't have any major health problems, but there is one issue: your sperm motility is low, and your semen liquefaction time is too long. With these two factors combined, the chances of conceiving naturally are much lower."

"The reason why the hospital cannot detect organic lesions is because his problem is not structural, but functional."

"Western medicine's examination equipment can see the size and shape of organs, but it cannot see the rhythm of their function."

"His problem stems from kidney essence deficiency and damp-heat accumulation in the lower body. The environment of the seminal vesicle is not right, so even if the sperm enters, it won't survive for long."

Old Zhou seemed to understand but not quite.

His wife also pricked up her ears to listen, wanting to hear what solutions she could come up with.

Zhou Zhiyuan's expression changed, and his brows furrowed.

He looked at Chen Ping, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction: "I had a check-up at the best hospital in Beijing, a full set of tests, including sperm analysis, chromosome analysis, and hormone levels. All the indicators were within the normal range."

"You just took my pulse and said I have a problem? Are you more accurate than a machine?"

Chen Ping didn't argue with him, his voice calm: "Just because the indicators are within the normal range doesn't mean the function is normal."

"Your semen liquefaction time is over 60 minutes, right? The report says the upper limit of the normal range is 60 minutes. You're right on that line, so the report says 'normal,' but in reality, it's on the slower side."

"In addition, your long-term sleep deprivation, irregular diet, and high work pressure are all depleting your kidney essence."

"Your tongue coating is yellow and greasy, and your pulse is wiry and slippery; these are typical signs of damp-heat accumulation in the lower body."

"The seminal vesicle environment is hot and humid, which reduces sperm motility once it enters. Even if the indicators barely meet the standards, the actual function has already been compromised."

After he finished speaking, the room was silent for several seconds.

Zhou Zhiyuan's lips moved as if he wanted to refute something, but he swallowed the words back.

He wasn't a doctor either. He could understand what Chen Ping was saying, but he couldn't find any points to refute it.

Seeing that Zhou Zhiyuan was no longer speaking, Chen Ping took out a pen from his pocket, found a piece of paper, placed it on the coffee table, and wrote down a prescription.

The pen scratched across the paper, and after finishing writing, he picked up the paper, looked at it again, added a line, and then handed it to Zhou Zhiyuan: "Take this prescription for one course of treatment, a half-month supply."

"Take one dose daily, decocted in water, twice a day, morning and evening. After finishing the dose, stop for three days, then have another semen analysis. You can then observe the changes in liquefaction time and motility."

"Also, quit smoking and drinking during this period, don't stay up late, you must go to bed before 11 pm, eat less greasy and spicy food, and drink more water."

Zhou Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take the prescription and looking at it. It listed the names of several Chinese herbs, some of which he recognized and some he did not.

He looked up at Chen Ping, "Will it work after half a month?"

Chen Ping nodded: "If you take it for half a month, and your wife is fine, I can guarantee that she will get pregnant within a month."

"It's okay if you don't believe me now. If your wife isn't pregnant in a month, you can come after me anytime. With your family's power, I wouldn't dare lie to you."

Chen Ping spoke sincerely, without flattery or taking advantage of Zhou Zhiyuan's misfortune. Regardless of Zhou Zhiyuan's attitude, he was determined to cure the patient.

Zhou Zhiyuan sensed Chen Ping's sincerity and put the prescription in his pocket: "Okay, I'll give it a try."

After saying this, Zhou Zhiyuan greeted the others and then walked out carrying the bag of foreign medicine.

He paused at the door, as if he wanted to turn back and say something, but in the end he didn't, opened the door and left.

After the door closed, Old Zhou rubbed his hands together, looked at Chen Ping, his expression a mixture of anxiety and anticipation: "Dr. Chen, my grandson and his wife have been married for almost two years and still don't have a child. His parents are extremely worried. What you just said... can it really work?"

Chen Ping nodded: "Mr. Zhou, don't worry. Your grandson's problem isn't organic. With medication and lifestyle adjustments, we'll definitely see improvement within a month."

"After one course of treatment, his semen liquefaction and motility will show significant improvement."

"After a period of further consolidation, the chances of conceiving naturally are very high."

After hearing this, Old Zhou's wrinkles smoothed out, and his hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

His wife stood beside him, holding a purple clay teapot on the coffee table, her fingers gently stroking the lid, her lips pursing repeatedly, her eyes slightly red.

Old Zhou poured another glass of wine, raised it to Chen Ping: "Dr. Chen, if you can really help me hold my great-grandson, you will be a great benefactor to our family."

"If anything happens in the future, just say the word, and I, Old Zhou, will never hesitate."

He finished his drink in one gulp, the bottom of the glass making a crisp sound as it hit the table.

Old Song slowly took a sip of his wine, a smile on his face, as if he had expected all of this.

"Mr. Zhou, you're too kind. It was nothing more than a small favor," Chen Ping said with a smile.

"Old Zhou, if you really want to repay Dr. Chen, then give your son-in-law a call. If there are any assistance policies from the province, prioritize the Siping Township Health Center," Old Song said to Old Zhou.

"No problem, I'll call right now..."

As he spoke, Old Zhou took out his phone and made a call.