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

Just as Huang Mao was about to punch Wang Tao, Chen Ping kicked him in the lower back, sending Huang Mao flying. He crashed into a trash can on the side of the road, causing the trash can to overturn and scattering garbage all over the ground.

The remaining four young men were stunned for a moment when they saw the blond-haired man fall, and then they rushed towards Chen Ping together.

Chen Ping dodged the first man's punch by sidestepping, then slapped him across the face. The man spun around twice, then sat down on the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open.

The second person grabbed Chen Ping from behind around the waist. Chen Ping tilted his head back and the back of his head hit the person's nose. The person let out a "yelp," let go, and squatted down, covering his nose. Blood flowed from between his fingers.

The third and fourth people exchanged a glance, then turned and ran.

He hadn't run two steps when Zhao Guosheng intercepted him.

Zhao Guosheng held up the broken bottle, his eyes wide like copper bells. The two men were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they knelt down with a thud.

"Big brother, big brother, we were wrong, we drank too much, big brother, please spare us..."

Zhao Guosheng was panting heavily, his hand holding the broken bottle trembling, but not from fear, but from anger.

He stared at the two men for a while, then threw the bottle on the ground and spat, "Get lost!"

The two men got up and ran, losing one of their shoes in the process, but they didn't dare come back to pick it up.

Yellow Hair crawled out of the garbage heap, clutching his waist, his face covered in vegetable soup, looking as pathetic as a drowned dog.

He glanced at Chen Ping, then at Zhao Guosheng, his lips trembled slightly, and without uttering a single word, he turned and ran away.

The one who was covering his nose also ran away.

The streets were quiet.

All that remained were the overturned stool, the shattered beer bottles, the spilled leftovers, and the bright red fist mark on Wang Tao's face.

Zhao Guosheng took a while to catch his breath before he could catch his breath.

He looked down at himself; one button on his shirt had popped off, his trousers were soaked with alcohol, and one of his shoes was wet.

He looked up at the people slumped over in the courtyard and suddenly smiled.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Guosheng laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight, and tears streamed down his face.

Wang Tao covered the injury on his face and laughed along.

Liu Wei squatted on the ground, laughing so hard he coughed.

Li Fang crossed her arms and laughed so hard she couldn't get up from her squatting position.

Wang Jianguo pushed up his reading glasses, which were askew to one side, and chuckled incessantly.

Chen Ping stood in the middle, looked at them, and smiled.

Cui Ying peeked out from behind Chen Ping, saw the blond-haired man's retreating figure, glanced at the mess on the ground, and covered her mouth to laugh.

"Dean, you old bones, you're still the first one to charge in." Wang Tao grinned, his face sore from the injury, but he smiled happily.

"Old?" Zhao Guosheng puffed out his chest. "I'm young! Bring on a few more, I'll take them all on!"

"Come on, you were holding that broken bottle for ages, your hands were shaking like a leaf." Li Fang laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up.

"I was excited, not trembling!" Zhao Guosheng argued, his face red and his neck thick.

Wang Jianguo walked over and patted Zhao Guosheng on the shoulder: "Old Zhao, you've acted like a man today."

"When am I not a man?" Zhao Guosheng glared at him.

Everyone laughed again.

Liu Er came out of the shed, looked at the mess on the ground, shook his head, but wasn't angry. He even took a few bottles of ice water from the refrigerator and handed them to them: "Have some water, calm your nerves. This meal is on me tonight, no charge."

"That won't do!"

Zhao Guosheng took out his wallet, slapped a few red bills on the table, and said, "I said I'd treat, and I mean it. Not a penny less."

Liu Er glanced at the bills, then at Zhao Guosheng, and smiled: "Dean Zhao, you're really generous today."

"When am I ever not generous?"

Zhao Guosheng stuffed the money into Liu Er's hand, turned around and waved, "Let's go back!"

The group of people helped each other as they walked toward the health center.

Wang Tao was limping, and Liu Wei was supporting him.

Li Fang lost another shoe, and Cui Ying helped her pick it up.

Wang Jianguo walked at the very back, his steps slow and leisurely, but his back was very straight.

Zhao Guosheng walked at the front, his shirt open and his hair disheveled, but he walked with a powerful stride.

Chen Ping walked in the middle, the moonlight shining on him, casting a long shadow.

Cui Ying walked beside him, their shadows close together, like one person.

"Are you alright?" Cui Ying asked softly.

"It's nothing," Chen Ping smiled. "And you?"

"It's nothing." Cui Ying lowered her head, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Wang Tao turned around, glanced at them, chuckled twice, and was pulled away by Liu Wei.

The moon hung overhead, large and round, shining brightly.

The streets were deserted except for the seven of them, walking in the moonlight, their shadows trailing on the ground, swaying back and forth.

"Dean, you hold that broken bottle really well," Wang Tao said.

"Shut up." Zhao Guosheng glared at him, but then smiled.

"Dean Zhao, your voice cracked when you yelled 'Beat them!' just now," Li Fang said with a laugh.

"That's a tactic," Zhao Guosheng said. "It's meant to scare people."

"Dr. Wang, when you swing your little fist around, it feels like you're just tickling someone," Liu Wei chuckled.

"I was holding back, afraid of causing trouble. You're just a kid, you wouldn't understand." Wang Jianguo rolled his eyes.

"Come on, you're just too weak to fight." Zhao Guosheng laughed.

Everyone burst into laughter, the sound echoing far and wide through the empty streets.

When they reached the entrance of the health center, Zhao Guosheng stopped, turned around, and looked at them.

The moonlight shone on his face, revealing the wrinkles on it, but his eyes were bright.

"No one is allowed to talk about what happened tonight, especially the fight. It's shameful if word gets out."

Zhao Guosheng gave his instructions.

If word got out that a health center director was leading a group of doctors in a fight, it would immediately become news in Siping Township.

"Understood," everyone replied in unison.

"Also, everyone is to be at work as usual tomorrow, and no one is allowed to be late."

"Dean, Wang Tao has injuries on his face, how can he see patients?" Li Fang asked.

"Just say you fell." Wang Tao touched the injury on his face and grinned.

"From a fall?" Li Fang laughed. "Can a fall really leave a handprint?"

"I said I fell, and I meant I fell," Wang Tao said, sticking out his neck.

Everyone laughed again.

Once inside the courtyard, everyone went home. Chen Ping and Cui Ying also headed towards the backyard.

Chen Ping stood at the backyard gate, looking at the moon.

Cui Ying stood beside him, and no one entered the house.

"Chen Ping," Cui Ying called to him.

"Um?"

"You looked really cool when you fought today."

Chen Ping paused for a moment, then laughed: "You're quite handsome too, when you're throwing plates at people."

"I just came up with a quick idea in a moment of crisis," Cui Ying laughed.

The two stood there for a while, and then the moon rose higher, illuminating the courtyard brightly.

The poplar leaves rustled, as if they were whispering secrets.

"Good night," Cui Ying said.

"Good night."

Cui Ying turned around and went back into the house, closing the door behind her.

Chen Ping also entered the room, but did not turn on the light, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the wooden box on the table, its brass lock gleaming softly.

I heard soft footsteps from next door, followed by a creaking sound from the bed.

"Chen Ping." Cui Ying's voice came from behind the wall.

"Um?"

"Good night."

"Good night."

The two lay in bed, silent, unsure whether the other was asleep or not, but they were definitely thinking about something!