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

"Treatment here?"

Cui Ying's mother frowned. "How can you treat her here? You're a doctor at a township hospital, and you don't even have a CT scanner. How can you treat her?"

Chen Ping looked at her without saying a word.

Cui Ying held her mother's hand: "Mom, you have to believe in Chen Ping. He really can cure it; he's not an ordinary doctor."

"But..." Cui Ying's mother hesitated, looking at Cui Ying, then at Chen Ping, then at her husband, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Cui Ying's father stared intently at Chen Ping, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a sense of decision.

Chen Ping remained calm and said to Cui Ying's father, "Uncle, if you trust me, I can cure you. If you don't trust me, you can go to the city for surgery."

"Okay, I believe you..." Cui Ying's father gritted his teeth and nodded.

Cui Ying's mother wanted to say something more, but Cui Ying's father stopped her: "Don't say anything. Yingying believes him, and I believe him too."

Chen Ping nodded and turned to walk towards the examination room: "Uncle, come in with me."

Cui Ying's father followed him into the consultation room and sat down in a chair.

He took out silver needles and asked Cui Ying's father to take off his shirt, exposing his back.

The old man was thin, with protruding shoulder blades and a spine that looked like beads on an abacus.

Chen Ping pressed his fingers on his back, starting from the Dazhui acupoint and moving down to the Feishu acupoint, where he stopped.

The thoughts in my mind surged forth, clearer than ever before.

He could see the nodule, in the upper lobe of his right lung, like a peanut, surrounded by bristles that pierced into the adjacent lung tissue.

What he needs to do is not to remove the peanut, but to make it smaller, to shrink the burrs back, and to turn it into a benign, harmless thing.

The first needle was inserted into the Feishu acupoint.

The second needle was inserted into the Gaohuang acupoint.

The third needle was inserted into the Pohu acupoint. His fingers twisted, lifted, and flicked, and the technique was different from usual. It was neither a reducing nor a tonifying method, but a kind of acupuncture technique that he had never seen before.

At the same time, the name that automatically popped into my mind was "Goiter Elimination and Accumulation Acupuncture".

Cui Ying's father hissed, then let out a long sigh: "Ah...that feels better."

"Don't speak," Chen Ping whispered, his fingers continuing to twirl.

After twelve needles were inserted, two rows of silver needles were placed on Cui Ying's father's back, each needle trembling slightly, as if something was flowing beneath the needle.

The needles were left in forty minutes. Chen Ping sat beside him, his eyes closed, his mind slowly turning page by page, like the wind blowing through the pages of a book.

When the needle was removed, Cui Ying's father broke out in a cold sweat with a sour smell.

He put on his clothes, stretched his shoulders, and his eyes lit up.

"My breathing is easier now. I used to always feel tightness in my chest, but now it's not." Cui Ying's father's eyes were full of surprise.

Cui Ying's mother stood at the door, looking very nervous.

There are no hotels or inns in the village, so Cui Ying's parents stay at the health center.

Zhao Guosheng cleaned up an empty dormitory room in the backyard and gave it to them to live in.

At first, Cui Ying's mother complained about the poor conditions, saying the blankets were thin, the pillows were hard, and the toilet was shared.

But she stopped complaining the next day because she saw that after Chen Ping gave her husband acupuncture, his complexion improved a lot, he coughed less, and he didn't cough at night.

The next evening, Cui Ying's father sat at the stone table in the backyard and chatted with Chen Ping.

Moonlight shone into the courtyard, and the poplar leaves rustled.

"Dr. Chen, where are you from?" Cui Ying's father asked, his tone completely different from the first day. The first day was like an interrogation, but today it was like a casual chat.

"My hometown is a small place; you wouldn't even know it if I told you."

"Where are your parents?"

"They're gone." Chen Ping's voice was calm. "They left when I was six years old and never came back."

Cui Ying's father paused for a moment, then sighed, "It must be tough for you all by yourself."

"I'm used to it," Chen Ping smiled.

Cui Ying's mother, sitting beside her, heard this and her gaze towards Chen Ping changed. It was no longer critical and scrutinizing, but rather filled with a touch of heartache.

"So what are your plans for the future? Will you stay in this health center for the rest of your life?" Cui Ying's father asked.

Chen Ping thought for a moment: "I don't know. I'll stay here for now; it's fine here. The people need me, so I can't leave."

Cui Ying's father looked at him for a while, nodded, and didn't say anything more.

He stood up, patted Chen Ping on the shoulder, and walked into the house.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, turned around, and said, "You're a good person."

Chen Ping paused for a moment, then smiled.

On the morning of the third day, Cui Ying's father looked much better, his cough had almost disappeared, and he had more energy to speak.

Chen Ping took his pulse. The image was still in his mind, but the peanut had shrunk, the bristles had shrunk back, and the surrounding tissue had become clean.

"Uncle, after we get back, go to the county hospital for another X-ray to see what's wrong," Chen Ping said.

"it is good."

Cui Ying's father nodded, glanced at Chen Ping, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Dr. Chen, you and Yingying..."

"Fake."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "She doesn't want to be set up on blind dates by you guys, so she asked me to put on an act. With my status and conditions, how could Cui Ying possibly be interested in me?"

Cui Ying's father was stunned for a moment, then laughed, a very happy laugh: "I knew it, my daughter's taste wouldn't be that bad."

Chen Ping smiled too.

Cui Ying, who was standing at the door, heard this, blushed, and lowered her head without saying a word.

Cui Ying's father and mother got on the bus.

Cui Ying's father sat in the driver's seat, started the car, rolled down the window, and leaned out.

"Dr. Chen, next time you come to Tianhai City, please come to my home for a visit."

"Okay." Chen Ping nodded.

Cui Ying's mother leaned out of the passenger seat and glanced at Cui Ying: "Daughter, whenever you want to go home, go back. Your parents won't force you."

"Mmm!" Cui Ying bit her lip, tears streaming down her face.

Although she often argued with her parents, Cui Ying felt distressed at this moment.

The car window rolled up, and the Mercedes drove away.

Cui Ying waved her hand until the car was out of sight, then she lowered her hand.

"Your parents still love you very much, and sometimes you should think about them too."

Chen Ping said.

Cui Ying glanced at Chen Ping and suddenly asked, "Chen Ping, do you also want me to leave?"

"That's not what I meant, I..."

Chen Ping wanted to explain, but Cui Ying had already turned and gone back to the accounting office!

Chen Ping stood in the courtyard, watching Cui Ying's figure disappear through the accounting office door, and stood there stunned for a moment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to chase after him to explain, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.

What are you trying to explain?

What he said wasn't wrong, but Cui Ying's reaction clearly showed that she was angry.

He sighed and turned back to the consultation room.