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

Zhou Jie had already prepared blood collection bags and disinfection equipment, and asked him to sit down on the chair next to her, rolling up his sleeves to expose his arms.

Liu Mazi didn't ask any questions and did as instructed.

When the lancet was inserted, Liu Mazi frowned slightly but didn't say anything, watching his dark red blood flow into the blood bag along the lancet tube.

After the blood bag was drawn, Zhou Jie handed it to Chen Ping, who took it, hung it on the IV stand, connected it with the transfusion set, and inserted the needle into the vein in the injured person's other arm.

The blood in the blood bag dripped down little by little, at the fastest rate.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the numbers on the monitor.

My blood pressure stopped at the 70s; it didn't drop any lower, but it didn't go up either.

Chen Ping didn't wait and continued suturing the wound. The severed end of the peroneal artery had already been clamped with vascular clamps.

He used the finest absorbable sutures for end-to-end anastomosis, moving the needle tip quickly and steadily along the blood vessel wall, with each stitch spaced almost uniformly.

Wang Tao stood beside Chen Ping, wiping the sweat from his forehead with cotton yarn. His own hands were trembling slightly, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Ping's hands, as if he were trying to memorize every movement.

The suturing took nearly forty minutes. After the last stitch was tied, Chen Ping loosened the hemostat, and there was no leakage at the anastomosis.

When he straightened up, he realized that his back was soaked with sweat, and his white coat was sticking to his body, feeling sticky.

The blood pressure on the monitor slowly climbed from the 70s to the 80s, and then from the 80s to the 90s, while the heart rate also decreased.

The injured person's lips changed from grayish-purple to a light pink, like a breath slowly rising from the depths of deep water, finally reaching the surface.

The wound was stitched, bandaged, and treated layer by layer, and finally wrapped with sterile gauze.

As Chen Ping finished applying the last piece of tape, the midday sun shone directly onto the floor tiles of the treatment room.

He took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can. When he took off his mask, the inside of the mask was soaked with sweat.

Wang Tao stood to the side, having already changed several pieces of cotton gauze in his hand, finally letting out a long sigh of relief. "Master, his leg...it's saved?"

Chen Ping nodded. "The bleeding has stopped, the artery has been reconnected, and with proper care, its function should recover."

After hearing this, Wang Tao felt as if the last thread of his strength had been pulled out, and he slowly squatted down against the wall.

He was helping out on the side, and just watching him like that, he seemed to be on the verge of collapse. You can imagine how tired Chen Ping was right now.

"Where are the family members?" Chen Ping called out from the treatment room.

Although the stitches are done, there are still some things that need to be explained.

"Here it comes..."

The old man pushed open the door to the treatment room, but stood at the doorway, not daring to go in. He was clutching the old hat in his hand, so tightly that it was deformed.

He saw his son lying on the treatment bed, his face mostly regained color, his eyes half-open, glancing at him.

"The injured person's leg has been saved; the bleeding has been stopped and the stitches have been put in place. However, the dressing needs to be changed daily. Remember to come back tomorrow."

"Do not get the wound wet, and do not cover it; keep the wound dry."

Chen Ping gave the old man some instructions.

Upon hearing that his son was alright, the old man's knees buckled, and he knelt directly before Chen Ping, his forehead almost touching the ground.

"Dr. Chen...you're a miracle worker...you're a living saint who saves lives..."

The old man said with deep gratitude.

Chen Ping grabbed the old man's arm and pulled him up, his voice hoarse, "It's good that he's alright. Help him to the ward to lie down. If he can move around this afternoon, he can go home."

The old man was still wiping his eyes when he was helped up. "Okay, I understand. Thank you so much, Dr. Chen."

Wang Tao helped the old man push the injured person to the ward.

Zhou Jie was tidying up the medical waste in the consultation room.

Chen Ping walked out of the consultation room and plopped down on a bench in the corridor.

At that moment, he finally let out a long breath, and a great sense of exhaustion instantly overwhelmed him.

"Have some water..."

At this moment, Cui Ying brought a glass of warm water and handed it to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping glanced at Cui Ying, then took the water glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Want some more?" Cui Ying asked, taking the cup.

Chen Ping shook his head, his face visibly showing fatigue.

Chen Ping took a water glass and sat down next to Chen Ping.

"If it weren't for you today, this injured person would definitely be dead; they would have bled to death."

Cui Ying said.

If an artery ruptures, there's no time to get it to the county or city level.

If you're from the city, one phone call and an ambulance can arrive as quickly as possible.

But this is a mountain village, and even if you make a phone call, it will take two or three hours for an ambulance to get there.

Many rural patients with chronic diseases die from the passage of time.

If rescued in time, their lives can be saved.

"That's why I stay at Siping Township Health Center. Big hospitals don't need another doctor like me."

"But by staying here, I might be able to save many seriously ill patients and give them a new lease on life."

Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, Chen Ping said with some emotion.

Cui Ying remained silent, sitting quietly with Chen Ping on the bench, holding a mug in her hand, lost in thought.

At that moment, a person in a police uniform appeared at the entrance of the health center.

Liu Mazi's legs trembled at the sight of the police uniform; he had been arrested by the police many times before.

However, when he saw who it was, he immediately went to greet them.

"Chief Zhou, you're back?"

Liu Mazi went up to him and asked.

Director Zhou nodded, glanced at Liu Mazi, and said, "How's it going? Not doing too badly at the health center, right? You haven't caused any trouble for the health center, have you?"

"No, no, I stopped myself a long time ago. Dr. Chen has helped me so much. If I were to cause trouble for the health center again, would I, Liu Mazi, still be human?"

Liu Mazi shook his head, like a rattle-drum.

"Is Dr. Chen here?" Director Zhou asked.

"Yes, I just rescued someone who had lost too much blood. I even donated blood."

As Liu Mazi spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the needle marks on his arm.

"Okay, well done. Work hard from now on, find a wife, that's much better than messing around like before."

Director Zhou patted Liu Mazi on the shoulder and then strode into the health center.

"Director Zhou, are you looking for Dr. Chen?" Liu Mazi asked.

"Yes, I came here specifically to thank him. If it weren't for Dr. Chen, I would have been dead from that gunshot wound."

Director Zhou nodded.

"I'll call him for you..."

As Liu Mazi spoke, he called out towards the treatment room, "Dr. Chen, Dr. Chen, Director Zhou is looking for you."

Chen Ping, who was sitting on a bench with his eyes slightly closed, opened them instantly upon hearing this.

He spotted Director Zhou, who had already entered the courtyard, at a glance.

Chen Ping stood up abruptly and strode towards Director Zhou.