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

When they arrived at the Cui family's door, Cui's mother had already come out of the house to greet them, her face beaming with smiles, and she pulled Chen Ping into the house.

When Mr. Cui saw Chen Ping enter the living room, he quickly put down his teacup and stood up to greet him, his attitude unusually warm and more than ten times more polite than before.

"Chen Ping, please sit down, don't bother changing your shoes, we're all family here."

As he spoke, Mr. Cui went to pour him some water.

Cui's mother chimed in with a smile, "That's right, that's right. We're all family. Next time you come to Tianhai City, don't stay in a hotel. It's not like we don't have room at home."

"If you feel uncomfortable having us, the two of you, living here, then Lao Cui and I can move out. We have another villa in Ronghua Garden that no one lives in."

Chen Ping felt a little awkward at the sight of the entourage and repeatedly said that there was no need to trouble himself.

Cui Ying watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh. "Mom, Dad, that's enough. You weren't this enthusiastic when Chen Ping came to stay last time."

Cui's mother glared at Cui Ying, "How can you talk like that? Why weren't you enthusiastic last time? Don't talk nonsense."

"Yingying, go get the chess set. Chen Ping and I want to play a few more games," said Mr. Cui.

"I'll go wash the fruit..."

Mrs. Cui happily went to wash the fruit.

Cui Ying brought over the chessboard, while Cui's father called out to Chen Ping, "Chen Ping, let's play a few more games. I really enjoy playing chess."

Chen Ping smiled and sat down opposite Cui Ying's father.

The two chatted while playing chess, while Cui's mother brought out a full plate of sliced ​​fruit, smiling and urging Chen Ping to eat more.

Cui Ying sat quietly by her side, her eyes gentle, enjoying this rare moment of peace and solitude.

Just then, Chen Ping's cell phone rang.

He took out his phone and saw that the caller was Zhou Xiaohe's father.

Chen Ping got up and walked to the side to answer the phone. As soon as he said "hello," the voice on the other end of the line was full of anxiety and deep helplessness.

"Dr. Chen, there's something I'd like to ask you. I hope I'm not bothering you?"

"Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"

Chen Ping asked in a deep voice.

"He's a classmate of Xiaohe's, a boy who's only a little over ten years old."

"This child's condition is very strange. For more than two years, he has been complaining of pain all over his body and feeling uncomfortable everywhere."

"At first, my family didn't take it seriously, thinking that the child was just being dramatic or faking illness."

"But it got worse and worse. The child was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep, and his temper became volatile. He would bang his head against the wall and hurt himself all the time. His emotions were very unstable."

"We took her to hospitals big and small, and she underwent all kinds of tests, including instrument tests, blood tests, and X-rays, but they couldn't find anything wrong with her."

"Later, we took him to see a psychologist, who suspected it was a psychological problem or that he was faking illness to avoid school. But after more than half a year of treatment, there was no improvement. The child was still in pain, and his condition was getting worse and worse."

"They also heard about Xiaohe's case and know that you can not only cure diseases, but also treat difficult and complicated diseases."

"They wanted to take the child to the Siping Township Health Center to find you, but they were afraid you wouldn't be there, so they asked me to make a phone call first."

After listening to Zhou Xiaohe's father's account, Chen Ping immediately took it seriously.

A teenager experiencing prolonged, unexplained body pain, accompanied by irritability, self-harm, and banging his head against the wall, despite no abnormalities found in a full physical examination and ineffective psychological intervention, is definitely not a simple psychological problem.

"Brother Zhou, tell them they don't need to go to Siping Health Center anymore, I'm in Tianhai City now."

"Have them bring the child and all the test results directly to the hospital. I'll wait in the clinic at the Municipal People's Hospital to see what's wrong with the child."

Chen Ping planned to first see what was wrong with the child before deciding whether to go to the Siping Township Health Center.

"Okay, okay! Thank you so much, Dr. Chen! I'll notify them right away to bring the child over!"

Zhou Xiaohe's father thanked him repeatedly.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ping turned to look at the people in the living room.

"What's wrong? Is it an emergency?"

Cui Ying immediately noticed that something was wrong with his expression and stood up to ask him.

"It was Xiaohe's father calling. He said that Xiaohe, a very young student, has been suffering from a strange illness for two years. They've been trying to find the cause everywhere, but they haven't been able to. Her condition is not good now."

Chen Ping explained simply, "I need to go to the Municipal People's Hospital immediately."

Upon hearing this, Cui Ying didn't hesitate at all and immediately picked up the car keys from the sofa: "I'll go with you, I'll drive you, hurry up."

Chen Ping initially wanted to politely decline, but seeing the determination in her eyes, he didn't refuse and nodded gently: "Okay."

Cui Ying's father waved his hand, saying, "Go quickly, getting better is the most important thing. Don't forget to come back for dinner tonight!"

The two left in a hurry and drove straight to Tianhai People's Hospital.

Neither of them spoke the rest of the way. Cui Ying would occasionally steal a glance at Chen Ping, but would quickly look away.

A dozen minutes later, the car came to a smooth stop downstairs in front of the hospital's outpatient building.

Chen Ping went straight to the inpatient wards and checked on the patients who had previously been admitted with substandard coronary stents.

After a series of examinations, all patients' vital signs were stable, and no complications or emergencies occurred.

All indicators are steadily recovering, and the medical staff are treating patients according to the plans he had previously formulated, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

After confirming that the patient was alright, Chen Ping was completely relieved. He turned around and walked into an empty specialist consultation room, pushing open the door and going inside.

Although Chen Ping is no longer a doctor at the People's Hospital, he can still simply walk into any consultation room he wants.

No one dared to stop him; all the medical resources of the People's Hospital had to be used by Chen Ping first.

This was an order personally issued by Li Jizhong, the Party Secretary of the Municipal Committee.

Who dares to disobey?

Cui Ying stood quietly by her side, neither making a fuss nor causing any disturbance, waiting silently for the person to arrive.

Not long after, Chen Ping's phone rang again. It was Zhou Xiaohe's father calling, saying that he had arrived downstairs at the hospital outpatient building.

Chen Ping gave the exact location of the clinic, hung up the phone, and waited quietly.

About ten minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door of the clinic.

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Xiaohe's father walked in first, followed by a father and son.

The little boy looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. He was extremely thin, with a pale and sallow complexion, and his eyes were filled with deep fatigue and gloom.

He hunched his shoulders, was extremely timid, and hid shyly behind his father, his eyes darting away, afraid to look at anyone.

The child's father looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a weathered face and mostly white hair.

His clothes were simple and worn, and his eyes showed the exhaustion and deep sorrow from years of seeking medical treatment. It was clear that he had been tormented by his child's strange illness for two whole years and was mentally and physically exhausted.

"This is Dr. Chen. He's the one who cured Xiaohe."

As soon as Zhou Xiaohe's father entered the room, he introduced the child to the father.

"Dr. Chen, thank you so much for your hard work..."

The child's father bowed and spoke very politely.

"No need to be so polite, please sit down and let's talk about the situation."

Chen Ping gestured for the child's father to sit down, his tone gentle.