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

The call connected quickly, and Old Zhou asked in a commanding tone, "Jianye, has your provincial health commission recently implemented any support policies for township health centers?"

"Yes, it's about helping the health center..."

"Never mind what I'm doing, I'm just asking you, do you have it?"

"Okay, whenever there is such a policy in the future, please include the name of Siping Township Health Center first."

"Stop talking nonsense. Just write it. Do you think your dad's retired and can't control you anymore?"

"Alright, that's all for now, bye..."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Zhou looked at Chen Ping and said, "Dr. Chen, don't worry. In the future, as long as the province has any policies, your health center will definitely be given priority."

"What I say goes. Don't think that just because I'm retired, I can put him in that position and I can take him down. He wouldn't dare disobey me."

Chen Ping looked at Lao Zhou and realized he must have drunk a bit too much, given that the alcohol content was very high, at 53 degrees.

"Old Zhou, you've had too much to drink. Eat some food and drink less. Look how badly you've been cursing your son-in-law."

Old Song said with a smile.

"He's a junior, so it's only right to scold him, haha..." Old Zhou laughed.

The meal lasted until after 2 p.m., with most of the food left on the table, but the bottle of special-supply liquor was almost empty.

Old Zhou stood up, stretched his back, and then turned and went into the inner room.

When they came out, they were carrying two unopened bottles of special-supply liquor, white porcelain bottles with red labels, exactly the same as the one they had just drunk from.

He shoved the bottle into Chen Ping's hand: "Take it, take it back and drink it. I have more here, take two bottles with you."

Chen Ping was startled. He knew this wine was definitely not cheap, and its value couldn't even be measured in money.

"Old Zhou, no need, no need, this wine is too expensive," Chen Ping declined.

"Two bottles of wine, they're not valuable, just take them." Old Zhou stuffed them into Chen Ping's hands.

Chen Ping kept declining.

"Dr. Chen, just take what Old Zhou gave you. That's just how he is; he won't feel at ease if he doesn't give it away," Old Song advised.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping accepted the bottle, thanked him, and placed it next to his bag.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Chen Ping and Old Song left Old Zhou's house.

When I left Old Zhou's house, the sun was already setting in the west.

Chen Ping walked beside Old Song carrying the two bottles of special-supply liquor. After a few steps, he stopped and handed the liquor to Old Song, saying, "Old Song, I don't really like drinking, and I don't know how to drink. It would be a waste for me to keep this liquor."

"Aren't you inviting some old comrades to dinner tonight? I'll take these two bottles with me; it's my way of adding a dish to the menu for our senior comrades."

"That won't do, this is from Lao Zhou." Old Song shook his head.

"What Old Zhou gave me is mine now. Isn't it normal for me to give it to you now? Besides, I really don't like drinking."

Chen Ping said with a sincere expression.

Old Song glanced at the wine in Chen Ping's hand, then at Chen Ping's face, and did not immediately take it.

He stood there for two or three seconds, his lips twitched, and he reached out to take the wine. "Okay, then I'll accept it. Old Li and Old Zhao are coming over tonight, they'll definitely be happy to have this wine."

Old Song held the wine in his hand, glanced at Chen Ping again, and his gaze held an indescribable quality.

"Mr. Song, I'll head back now. If you need anything, just give me a call."

Chen Ping said.

"Alright, go back and get some sleep. You've had your fair share of drinks with Lao Zhou." Old Song patted Chen Ping on the shoulder.

Chen Ping nodded and turned to walk towards his building.

Back at his lodgings, Chen Ping closed the door and collapsed onto the bed.

The alcohol kicked in, his head felt heavy, and his eyelids were droopy. He took off his coat and threw it aside, then fell asleep immediately.

He slept soundly, and when he opened his eyes again, the room was completely dark.

He reached for his phone and turned on the screen; it was almost seven o'clock.

There was an unread message on the screen, sent by Old Song: "I'm having dinner with some old comrades tonight, are you coming?"

Chen Ping lay on the bed and stared at the line of text for a few seconds.

He knew that if Old Master Song really wanted him to go, he wouldn't send a message to ask; he would directly have Li Jizhong knock on his door and call him.

Sending a message to ask is to leave him room to decide whether or not to go.

He thought for a moment, then typed back, "Mr. Song, I won't be going tonight. I drank a bit too much at noon and would like to rest in my room for a while. Please enjoy your meal."

After sending the message, he put his phone aside, then got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. The cold water made him feel much more awake.

When he came out, Old Song had already replied with a single word: "Good."

Chen Ping knew that tonight's gathering would definitely not be an ordinary one; they would likely discuss some government-related matters.

So Old Song asked Li Jizhong to go, and it wouldn't be appropriate for Chen Ping to go in this kind of situation.

Chen Ping put on his coat and went downstairs to the cafeteria.

The lights were still on in the cafeteria, and only two tables were occupied. At one table, two elderly people were eating slowly, while the other table was mostly empty, except for a man in a dark coat sitting by the window.

Chen Ping got a meal from the window and sat down at the table in the corner.

After dinner, Chen Ping took a short walk around the yard. The night breeze was a bit chilly, so he went back inside.

I had just stepped inside when my phone rang.

Chen Ping took out his phone and was somewhat surprised to see that it was Wang Tao calling.

It was late at night, and he didn't know why Wang Tao was making the call.

If it were daytime, it would be fine; perhaps Wang Tao had encountered some difficult or complicated illness and needed my help.

But why would Wang Tao make a phone call so late at night?

Chen Ping pondered for a moment, then answered the phone.

"Master, is the provincial capital fun?" Wang Tao asked excitedly as soon as the call connected.

"You called me so late at night just to ask if it's fun?"

Chen Ping questioned.

Upon hearing this, Wang Tao chuckled and said, "Master, I'm not just asking if you have fun; I want to tell you something."

"Speak, what is it?" Chen Ping asked.

"Master, you have to promise me you won't get angry after I tell you."

"Stop talking nonsense, or I'm hanging up..." Chen Ping said, pretending to be angry.

"Don't hang up, I'll talk, I'll talk..." Wang Tao paused for two or three seconds before continuing, "Master, a man came to see Sister Cui Ying today."

"And this man is very tall, good-looking, and refined, but he speaks with a strong foreign accent."

"You called just to talk about this?" Chen Ping asked in a completely nonchalant tone.

In fact, deep within his heart, ripples began to stir.

"Yes, I think I should let you know about this," Wang Tao said.

"Okay, I got it, bye..."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping lay on the bed, and the man Wang Tao had mentioned instantly came to mind.

Who exactly is he?

Why go to find Cui Ying?