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

"Dr. Chen, is acupuncture safe?" the child's father asked.

"No, it's just a little uncomfortable during the acupuncture, but there's no danger, so don't worry."

Chen Ping said.

"That's good, that's good. I only have one son. If anything were to happen to him, I wouldn't want to live anymore." The boy's father breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old Sun, what nonsense are you talking about? Dr. Chen is saving people, not harming them. And how could acupuncture be dangerous? It's not like he took the wrong medicine."

Zhou Xiaohe's father said with some dissatisfaction.

After all, he was the one who introduced them. They can't even speak properly. If they offend Chen Ping, it would be too embarrassing.

"Old Zhou, I..." Old Sun looked embarrassed.

"It's alright, it's normal for parents to be worried."

As Chen Ping spoke, he took out a set of disposable sterile acupuncture needles from the medical cabinet in the clinic, unpacked them, and held an alcohol swab in his hand.

"Don't be nervous, child. Lie down on the examination bed and lift your shirt up a little to expose your chest, forearms, and calves."

Chen Ping spoke softly to the boy.

The boy looked at his father somewhat nervously.

"Xiao Hao, don't be afraid. Just do whatever the doctor tells you to do."

Old Sun helped his child lie down on the examination bed.

Then she slowly lifted her upper body clothing, revealing her thin and frail limbs.

The skin is thin, and you can tell that it has been suffering from illness for a long time.

Chen Ping carefully selected acupoints, choosing the connecting points of the three Yin and three Yang meridians of the hands and feet, supplemented by acupoints that calm the mind and stabilize the will: Lieque, Tongli, Gongsun, Neiguan, and Baihui and Taichong, to relieve depression and calm restlessness.

Alcohol-soaked cotton balls were used to wipe and disinfect the acupoints one by one, and the cool touch made the boy shiver slightly.

Old Sun stood to the side, his eyes fixed on the silver needles, his fists clenched tightly, barely daring to breathe, his palms sweaty.

Zhou Xiaohe's father stood by the door, looking somewhat nervous.

After all, the child had been sick for so long and had seen so many doctors. Whether Chen Ping's acupuncture would work or not, nobody knew.

The first needle is placed on the Neiguan acupoint, the needle tip quickly breaks the skin, and then the needle is slowly rotated and inserted.

The boy's shoulders jerked suddenly, and he let out a muffled groan.

"Is this aching and swelling? Just bear with it, this is the feeling of getting the qi."

Chen Ping's hand movements were steady, and the twisting of the needle was gentle and not violent.

The second needle is inserted obliquely along the skin at Lieque; then, the needle is inserted shallowly and perpendicularly at Gongsun, avoiding blood vessels; Baihui is inserted horizontally, and Taichong is inserted lightly.

With each needle insertion, he paid attention to the boy's expression, gently comforting him as he performed the treatment.

"If you feel very bloated, raise your hand and tell me."

Several silver needles were placed one after another, their tips shallowly embedded between the skin and flesh.

Chen Ping used his fingers alternately to twist and lift the Qi and blood in small movements, employing a balanced tonifying and purging technique to guide the blocked Qi and blood to flow slowly.

The boy was initially tense, his brows furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead. He occasionally gasped softly.

For a fleeting moment, he suddenly frowned and said, "Uncle, my... my lower back is starting to swell again."

"It's the body's Qi and blood trying to clear the blocked meridians; this is a normal reaction."

Chen Ping's hands kept moving, fine-tuning the angle and depth of several needles. "Don't tense it too much. Try to inhale slowly, and then exhale slowly."

Old Sun, watching from the side, felt his heart clench and couldn't help but take half a step forward: "Dr. Chen, are you alright? Will the child be able to take it?"

"Don't worry, it's within a controllable range."

Chen Ping didn't even look up, his gaze fixed on the needle handle, observing the subtle tremors of the needle. "When the blood and qi are blocked for too long, the body will react when the blood and qi move. It's not a bad thing."

"Old Sun, stop talking and don't disturb Dr. Chen," Zhou Xiaohe's father pulled Old Sun aside.

Chen Ping was not disturbed by the two people and focused intently on administering acupuncture.

Cui Ying looked at Chen Ping's focused expression with admiration in her eyes, liking him more and more the more she looked at him.

After the acupuncture is completed, the needles need to be left in for twenty minutes.

During the twenty-odd minutes the needles were left in, the boy was initially restless, but his tense body gradually relaxed, his brows stopped furrowing, and his breathing became even.

The anxiety caused by the pain on her face gradually faded away.

"It seems... the throbbing pain isn't so bad anymore."

The boy whispered something, his tone tinged with disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Old Sun's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

When the time was up, Chen Ping gently removed the needles one by one, and pressed a dry cotton ball against the needle hole to prevent a small amount of bleeding.

After all needles have been removed, put the used needles into the medical box.

"This time, it's just a temporary way to clear some of the meridians, relieve pain, and calm the mind."

"The blockages accumulated over two years cannot be completely eradicated with just one acupuncture treatment."

Chen Ping packed up the equipment and turned to Lao Sun to explain, "To fully recover, you need to receive acupuncture for a period of time, along with oral herbal medicine."

"I'm currently in Tianhai, and I'll be returning to Siping Township Health Center tomorrow."

"You should take your child directly there to be admitted to the hospital; it's the most suitable place for them to receive systematic treatment."

Upon hearing this, Old Sun trembled with excitement. He took two steps forward, bent his knees, and was about to kneel down: "Dr. Chen! You are truly our family's savior! I don't know how to thank you!"

Chen Ping reacted quickly, stepping forward to firmly support his arm and keep him upright: "Don't do this, treating patients is my duty, there's no need for such a grand gesture."

"After arriving at the health center, go directly to the pharmacy and nurses' station to register. I'll call them now to let them know in advance."

After saying that, Chen Ping took out his phone, dialed Zhao Guosheng's number, briefly explained the situation, arranged for a bed, prepared basic herbal medicine in advance, and recounted the boy's general condition.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the father and son.

"Everything is arranged. You can head to Siping Township now. Just give me my name when you get to the health center."

"I'll rush back first thing tomorrow morning to continue his follow-up treatment."

Chen Ping said.

Standing to the side, watching the scene unfold, Zhou Xiaohe's father couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart, "I've truly witnessed it firsthand; there's no difficult or strange disease that Dr. Chen can't cure!"

"Many major hospitals are helpless against certain diseases, but you can find the root cause in one go."

Chen Ping smiled. "Brother Zhou, how is Xiao He doing now?"

"Xiaohe is much better, but she still nags every day and wants to go to the Siping Township Health Center to play. I told her that I would take her there for a couple of days when she has a holiday," said Zhou Xiaohe's father.

"We welcome you anytime," Chen Ping said with a smile.

Old Sun was repeatedly bowing to Chen Ping in gratitude, his eyes red-rimmed, and he kept repeating words of thanks.

The despair that had shrouded this family for two years has finally been pierced by a ray of light.

The boy stood beside his father, his face less apprehensive than before. He looked up at Chen Ping and timidly whispered, "Thank you, Uncle."

"You're welcome, it's all what I should do."

Chen Ping patted the boy's head, his face full of smiles.

Being able to help children relieve their pain is the happiest and most fulfilling thing for Chen Ping.