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

Chen Ping lay in bed, tossing and turning, feeling somewhat agitated.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, but the image of the unknown man kept lingering in his mind.

Finally, Chen Ping picked up his phone, scrolled to Cui Ying's name, paused his finger on the screen for a few seconds, and then pressed the button.

The phone rang three times before being answered. Cui Ying's voice came through, tinged with surprise: "Why are you calling at this hour? Are you doing well in the provincial capital?"

"It's alright. I just got back from dinner and didn't have anything else to do, so I thought I'd make a call and ask."

Chen Ping tried to keep his voice natural, as usual, "Is there nothing much going on at the health center today?"

"It's nothing, just like usual, everything's fine," Cui Ying said calmly.

"It's good that you're alright. I might not be able to go back for another two days. I haven't been able to take care of Old Song's old comrade-in-arms yet."

Chen Ping said.

"Okay!" Cui Ying simply replied with a "okay."

Chen Ping held his phone, unsure of what to say, and fell silent.

He wanted to ask several times if someone had gone to see Cui Ying, but he swallowed the words back.

He didn't know how to bring it up in a way that wouldn't seem too deliberate, nor did he know how Cui Ying would respond if he asked.

He wanted Cui Ying to tell him on her own initiative, but it seemed that Cui Ying didn't want to talk about it, or didn't want Chen Ping to know.

This deliberate concealment made Chen Ping even more on edge.

He didn't know who the man was, nor did he know why Cui Ying wouldn't tell him.

"Go to sleep early, it's getting late..." After saying that, Chen Ping hung up the phone without waiting for Cui Ying's reply.

At this moment, Cui Ying, hearing the busy tone on the phone, smiled slightly.

She could guess that Chen Ping must know that someone had come to see her today, and that Wang Tao, as Chen Ping's apprentice, would definitely report such an important matter to Chen Ping.

To Cui Ying's surprise, Chen Ping actually called her.

Although she didn't ask, Cui Ying knew what Chen Ping meant by making the call.

Cui Ying didn't tell Chen Ping because she wanted Chen Ping to ask the question himself.

She wouldn't speak unless Chen Ping said something.

However, one thing is certain: in Chen Ping's heart, his position is becoming increasingly important.

Cui Ying smiled, tossed her phone aside, and lay down on the bed for a good night's sleep.

But Chen Ping lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, his mind filled with all sorts of random thoughts. Finally, he drifted off to sleep, not knowing how long it had been.

When I woke up the next morning, the sunlight was already streaming in through the window.

After washing up, Chen Ping went downstairs to the cafeteria. Old Song was already sitting by the window with a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun in front of him.

Chen Ping didn't see Li Jizhong, guessing he had drunk too much last night and hadn't gotten up yet.

After all, in that situation, Li Jizhong had no choice but to risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

Everyone here is a former leader; if they ask you to drink, you can't refuse, and you wouldn't dare refuse...

"Dr. Chen, come with me to the hospital after you've eaten. My old comrade-in-arms has been bedridden and is staying at the Provincial Military General Hospital. I'll take you to see him today."

Upon seeing Chen Ping, Old Song waved and said...

"good!"

Chen Ping nodded, sat down, and picked up a bowl of porridge.

After finishing breakfast with my head down, I went back to my room to get my sewing kit and coat. When I went downstairs, Old Song's car was already waiting at the door.

After driving for about half an hour, the car turned into a large compound. A sign next to the gate read "Provincial Military Region General Hospital." There was a guard post at the entrance, and guards checked identification before letting people in.

The car stopped downstairs in front of the hospital building. Old Song walked in front, and Chen Ping followed behind him.

Upon reaching the third floor, the door to a ward at the end of the corridor was half-open, revealing a distinct hospital smell of disinfectant mixed with an indescribable stuffy dampness.

An elderly man lay on the hospital bed. He was thin, with a pale face, bloodless lips, and slightly sunken eyes. He was huddled under the white sheet and looked much older than his actual age.

He was leaning against the pillow, his eyes half-open. When he saw Old Song come in, his lips twitched, and he tried to raise his hand but couldn't. His fingers moved lightly on the sheets before he put them down.

Old Song walked to the bedside, bent down, and grasped the withered hand. "Old Zhao, I've come to see you, and I've brought you a doctor."

Old Zhao didn't say anything, he just blinked.

Chen Ping stood by the bed for a few seconds, not rushing forward. Several IV drips hung beside the bed, the numbers on the electrocardiogram monitor jumped steadily, and an oxygen concentrator was humming next door.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, the door to the ward was pushed open, and a middle-aged doctor in a white coat walked in. He looked to be in his forties, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and was carrying a notebook.

Two nurses followed behind; they must have been coming to check on the patients at this time.

The middle-aged doctor glanced at the people in the ward, his gaze lingering on Chen Ping for a moment, probably wondering who this unfamiliar face was, but he didn't ask any further questions.

He walked directly to the bedside, looked at the numbers on the monitor, flipped through the medical record at the foot of the bed, and turned to the nurse next to him, saying, "Continue with yesterday's plan today. Change the antibiotics and add another set of IV fluids."

The nurse nodded and was about to leave to prepare, but Chen Ping took a step forward, glanced at the IV drip prescription on the bedside table, and frowned slightly. "Doctor, could you please stop it for a moment? The antibiotics aren't mixed up properly."

The middle-aged doctor paused, turned to look at Chen Ping, his eyes filled with obvious surprise and displeasure. "Who are you? I decided on the patient's treatment plan. What makes you think it's wrong?"

"This is Dr. Chen from Siping Township Health Center!" Old Song said at this moment.

The middle-aged doctor probably didn't recognize Old Song. Upon hearing Old Song's words, he immediately sneered, "Hmph, a doctor from a health center dares to question me here?"

"Do you know where this is? It's the Provincial Military General Hospital. Do you know what kind of patients live here? Do you know the skill level of our doctors?"

Chen Ping ignored him, instead walking to the bedside, bending down, and gently pulling Old Zhao's wrist.

Old Zhao's hands were so thin they were just skin and bones, his skin loose and yellow, with veins faintly visible under the skin.

Chen Ping placed three fingers on the screen, closed his eyes, and the outline of Lao Zhao's body instantly appeared in Chen Ping's mind.

The location of the lesion is also clearly visible.

After gesturing for about ten seconds, Chen Ping already had the answer in his mind.

Then he turned Old Zhao's hand over to look at his palm and then at his tongue coating, before straightening up.

"The patient does not have rheumatism, nor is it simply organ failure."

Chen Ping frowned. "He was treated for two years as having rheumatism and organ failure, which was completely the wrong approach."