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

Half an hour later, Wang Jianye arrived. He was in his forties, wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

"Dad, what's the emergency?"

Upon entering, Wang Jianye greeted Old Zhou. When he saw Old Song, he immediately smiled and nodded, "Uncle Song is here too? When did you return to the provincial capital?"

"I came back the day before yesterday to catch up with your dad and the others!"

"Jianye, please sit down. Your Uncle Song wants to see you about something."

Old Zhou waved his hand, gesturing for Wang Jianye to sit down.

Wang Jianye, looking puzzled, put his briefcase aside and sat down in a chair.

It was only then that he noticed Chen Ping, but he only glanced at him and did not greet him.

"Uncle Song, just tell me what's on your mind," Wang Jianye said after sitting down.

"Jianye, the military general hospital treated one of my old comrades-in-arms, but they misdiagnosed him. He's been bedridden for two years now, and he's..."

Old Song recounted in detail what had happened at the military hospital that day.

However, when Wang Jianye heard that it was Chen Ping who discovered the misdiagnosis, he took a second look at Chen Ping.

"Are you a doctor?" Wang Jianye asked Chen Ping.

"Yes, he's a doctor at the Siping Township Health Center." Chen Ping nodded.

"How confident are you about the hospital's misdiagnosis? You need to understand that you can't determine a misdiagnosis based on just one sentence or one judgment."

"If you want to investigate whether the hospital misdiagnosed you, you must go through a rigorous review and verification process. No one can make a conclusion based on just one sentence."

It is clear that Wang Jianye does not particularly trust Chen Ping.

For a doctor from a local health center to question the medical practices of the provincial military general hospital and claim misdiagnosis is somewhat like showing off one's skills in front of an expert.

"I can be 100% certain that it is a misdiagnosis. As for the procedures, I am not familiar with them and do not know them. I only know that if the hospital's treatment is followed, the patient's life will be in danger."

Chen Ping remained calm, his eyes filled with determination.

Hearing Chen Ping's words and seeing his expression, Wang Jianye had no choice but to take it seriously.

"Jianye, Dr. Chen is a miracle doctor, very famous in Siping Township. He can cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases."

Old Song followed up with Wang Jianye.

"Yes, yes, yes, the problems that your mother and I have had for so many years have improved a lot after Dr. Chen gave us a few acupuncture treatments. We just need to take some medicine."

Old Zhou chimed in from the side.

Wang Jianye did not immediately express his opinion, and remained silent for a while before speaking: "Dad, Uncle Song, I know about this matter."

"The General Hospital of the Military Region is a military hospital and is not under the direct jurisdiction of the Provincial Health Commission, so I cannot issue orders directly. But rest assured, I will handle this matter."

After saying that, Wang Jianye took out his phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, the call was answered: "Dean Li, this is Wang Jianye from the Provincial Health Commission."

"Director Wang, what instructions do you have?" came Dean Li's polite voice.

"I heard that your hospital has had a case of misdiagnosis, and it's quite serious, lasting for two years?"

Wang Jianye asked in a businesslike tone.

Dean Li was visibly taken aback for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Director Wang, our hospital is still investigating this matter; it just happened. How did you find out?"

"Don't worry about that. See if it's convenient for you this afternoon. I'll come over, or you can come to the retirement home. We can talk about it in person and try to resolve this matter so that it doesn't become common knowledge," Wang Jianye said.

Upon hearing this, Dean Li immediately nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll come to the retirement home to see you this afternoon!"

"Okay!" Wang Jianye hung up the phone and looked at Old Song and Old Zhou, saying, "Dad, Uncle Song, Director Li from the Military Region General Hospital will be over this afternoon. We'll talk things over in person then."

Old Song nodded. He knew that Wang Jianye was trying to mediate the matter and make it a small matter.

In fact, Mr. Song never thought that he had to hold the General Hospital of the Military Region responsible. Just as Wang Jianye said, it is not something that can be determined by a single sentence.

We need to go through procedures and assessments, and we can't afford to waste time on that.

Although I have connections in the provincial capital, I'm retired now, so it's best not to use those connections if possible.

"Okay, let's eat here then. We'll wait for Dean Li after we finish eating." After saying that, Old Zhou made a phone call to the cafeteria.

Soon, the cafeteria delivered the food.

Braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, water spinach with garlic, cold black fungus salad, and a large bowl of winter melon and pork rib soup, all steaming hot and fragrant, filled the whole house.

Old Zhou took out another bottle of wine to pour for Wang Jianye, but Wang Jianye waved his hand and said he had business to attend to in the afternoon and wouldn't drink.

Old Zhou didn't force anyone. He poured himself and Old Song a glass each, then looked at Chen Ping, who also said he didn't want any. So Old Zhou took a sip himself.

"Dr. Chen, this isn't the first time we've eaten at home. Please make yourselves at home."

Old Zhou followed up with Chen Ping.

"Okay!" Chen Ping nodded, then picked up a piece of pork rib and started gnawing on it.

Wang Jianye followed Lao Zhou and Lao Song, occasionally chatting about government matters. Chen Ping couldn't understand what they were saying, so he didn't interrupt and just ate his meal.

"Jianye, have a piece of spare rib. The spare ribs made by the cafeteria chef are very good."

Old Zhou pointed to the ribs and said.

"Dad, you don't need to worry about me!"

As Wang Jianye spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of pork rib. Just as he brought it to his mouth, his hand suddenly trembled slightly, and the tip of the chopsticks touched the rim of the bowl, making a crisp, soft sound.

The ribs slipped from my grasp and fell back into the bowl, splashing a small amount of broth.

He himself didn't react much, as if he was already used to it. He picked it up again and ate it, his movements so natural that nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But Chen Ping saw it.

He held his bowl and drank his soup, his gaze lingering briefly on Wang Jianye's right hand before shifting away.

About two minutes later, Wang Jianye picked up another piece of water spinach with his chopsticks. This time his hand did not shake, but his movements were a beat slower than normal, as if he needed to stabilize his arm before he could control the force exerted by his fingers.

Chen Ping put down the soup bowl and looked at Wang Jianye, asking, "Director Wang, your right hand sometimes shakes when you hold chopsticks. How long has that been going on?"

Wang Jianye paused, put down his chopsticks, glanced at Chen Ping, and said, "I don't know when it happened, it must have been a long time ago?"

"It just twitches occasionally, it doesn't cause any problems, maybe it's because I'm not sleeping well, what's wrong?"

Chen Ping continued, "Do your fingers feel stiff when you wake up in the morning? Especially your index finger and thumb, and how long does it take for them to return to normal?"

Wang Jianye's expression changed slightly. "How did you know?"

"When you were picking up the ribs just now, the coordination between your thumb and forefinger was not very good. It's not that you lack strength, but that your fine motor control of your fingertips has deteriorated."

"This is a typical symptom of insufficient blood supply to nerve endings, which cannot be explained by simply lack of sleep."

"Please extend your hand so I can take your pulse."

Chen Ping pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands and said.