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

Chen Ping's words left Dean Li speechless. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Chen Ping continued, "Dean Li, there are some things I'm not sure if I should say."

"Dr. Chen, please speak freely, it's alright," Dean Li quickly said.

"Today I looked at the old commander's medical records and found that your hospital performed hundreds of tests and took dozens of X-rays. The test reports were stacked up to be thicker than bricks, but not a single doctor had carefully reviewed all those X-rays from beginning to end."

"You have too much faith in the equipment and the data, to the point that you no longer trust your own eyes and judgment."

"These days, how many doctors in major hospitals can still diagnose illnesses without lab reports and X-rays? Without CT scans and various tests, how many doctors can truly understand a disease based solely on experience and medical skills?"

"No matter how advanced the equipment is, it's just a tool, not a doctor. A doctor's skill lies in what's in their mind, not in the few sheets of paper printed out by a machine."

"This misdiagnosis was ultimately due to over-reliance on equipment data, placing all the diagnostic burden on machines, and losing the doctor's judgment."

"Now when you go to a big hospital for a headache, fever, or cough, the first thing they do is order lab tests and a CT scan. After a series of tests, they glance at the data, and that's it for the illness."

"Many of these are minor illnesses, some of which don't even require medication, yet patients are subjected to all sorts of tests and examinations. This is irresponsible to patients and a waste of medical resources."

"The reason for this is that many doctors have lost confidence, no longer trust their own judgment, and have lost their sense of responsibility."

After he finished speaking, the living room was silent for a few seconds.

Wang Jianye frowned slightly, then nodded: "Dr. Chen is right. Our Health Commission has been promoting equipment procurement and information technology construction over the years, but we've neglected the most basic clinical skills training."

"After I go back, I will organize regular basic medical training for major hospitals so that doctors can pick up the basic skills of inspection, palpation, percussion, auscultation and olfaction, and inquiry again, so that they can't be unable to treat patients without equipment."

Dean Li nodded repeatedly, a hint of shame on his face: "Dr. Chen's words have enlightened me. Our hospital has indeed relied too much on equipment in recent years."

"The new young doctor can't even do a basic consultation properly; he just starts ordering lab tests and examinations right away."

"When I get back, I will focus on basic training again, and I can't let this kind of misdiagnosis happen again."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Dean Li got up to take his leave.

After Dean Li left, Wang Jianye glanced at his phone and said, "Dr. Chen, there's an internal banquet at the Health Commission tonight, with heads of various hospitals and a few experts. You should come too."

"No, no, no, I won't go." Chen Ping quickly waved his hand.

He hates these kinds of social gatherings the most. The food and drinks are bad, and you have to be careful what you say to each other. It's exhausting!

"I'm not asking you to attend a social event, I'm asking you to discuss serious matters. This dinner is also for discussing topics; the Provincial Health Commission wants to implement grassroots medical assistance programs."

"Since you work in a grassroots health center, you know better than anyone what the grassroots lacks and needs."

"The policies that deans and directors come up with while sitting in their offices are completely different from the experience you gain from working on the front lines."

"Go and tell them, I'll have my staff take notes, and they'll implement what they can as soon as possible. Also, the people here tonight are key personnel from various hospitals; let them learn from your experience then."

Chen Ping thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll go over tonight."

Providing basic medical assistance has indeed brought great benefits to people in remote areas.

Nowadays, many health clinics have closed down, and even those that haven't are left with only two or three staff members, who can no longer even treat some basic illnesses.

Now that the Provincial Health Commission has raised this issue, Chen Ping cannot refuse for the sake of the people in those mountainous areas.

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll pick you up tonight."

After Wang Jianye finished speaking, he said goodbye to Lao Zhou and Lao Song, picked up his briefcase, and left.

Old Zhou picked up his teacup, took a sip, looked at Chen Ping, and said, "Dr. Chen, don't be shy when you go out tonight. Just say what you need to say. Those hospital directors and department heads usually act all high and mighty, but with Jianye by your side, you don't need to be afraid."

"Yes, Jianye is in charge of these hospital leaders. Dr. Chen can say whatever he wants without having to think too much." Old Song also encouraged Chen Ping.

Chen Ping nodded. Since he had decided to go, he would definitely say whatever was on his mind and wouldn't hold back.

"Alright, we should head back now. Old Zhou, you should get some rest too!"

Old Song stood up and said.

Old Zhou saw Old Song and Chen Ping out of the house!

Because Mr. Song had been drinking, Chen Ping escorted him back to his residence.

Old Song stood at the door, patted Chen Ping on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous about tonight. Just talk to the patients the way you talk to them at the health center."

"Those people who have been in this position for so long have gotten used to flattery, so when someone says something truly honest, they remember it."

Chen Ping nodded. "I know, Mr. Song, please get some rest."

Old Song hummed in agreement and turned to go back to his room.

Chen Ping also walked towards the building where he lived.

The path in the sanatorium was covered with fallen leaves, which rustled underfoot. The sun shone from the west, turning the ginkgo trees along the roadside into a warm, golden hue.

When he got back to his place, the corridor was quiet. Just as he was about to take out his keys to open the door, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the direction of the balcony.

Li Jizhong was standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing, a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke slowly dissipating in the sunlight.

Seeing Chen Ping approach, Li Jizhong took out a cigarette and tossed it to him. "Dr. Chen is back?"

Chen Ping caught the cigarette that was thrown to him, then lit it and leaned against the railing, looking down at the lawn and the row of golden ginkgo trees in the distance.

"Yes, I just got back from Old Zhou's place. Didn't Secretary Li go out for a stroll today?" Chen Ping asked.

Li Jizhong smiled, took a deep drag of his cigarette, and slowly exhaled. "I've been on a tour all day, chatted with a few veteran cadres, and listened to their stories from the past. I've learned a lot."

Neither of them spoke, they looked at the scenery outside and smoked, both feeling content in that moment.

Chen Ping no longer cared about the patients at the health center, and Li Jizhong no longer cared about his work with the government.

At this moment, the two of them are at their most relaxed and authentic selves.

"Dr. Chen, please continue with the extraction. I'm going back to lie down!"

Li Jizhong threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and said.

Chen Ping nodded, quietly smoking his cigarette. After finishing, he returned to his room, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed to rest.

He originally wanted to take a nap, but after lying down, the image of a man appeared in Chen Ping's mind.

They had no appearance, no name, and didn't even know the other person's identity.

But what exactly is this person's relationship with Cui Ying?

Why did Cui Ying hide it from herself?

Just as Chen Ping was lost in thought, his phone rang.