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

Fang Hai frowned, his voice turning cold: "Dr. Chen, the patient is having a severe reaction, and instead of taking him to the hospital, what are you trying to do? You're a doctor, don't you have even this much common sense?"

Chen Ping glanced at him, ignored him, and turned around to look at the tall man still convulsing on the examination bed.

He squatted down, reached out his hand, not to check, but to gently pinch the person's calf.

It was very light, as light as if I had accidentally bumped into it.

The tall man let out a "whoosh" and sprang up from the examination table as if his butt had been burned.

He clutched his leg, staring at Chen Ping with a look of terror on his face. White foam was still dripping from his mouth, but the convulsions had stopped.

The consultation room fell silent again.

Wang Tao stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape.

Liu Wei stood at the door, his mouth agape.

Zhao Guosheng's mouth trembled twice, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

Fang Hai's face changed, from white to green, and from green to red.

The shorter one standing next to him also changed his expression, from fear to panic.

He looked at the tall man, then at Chen Ping, his lips trembled slightly, and he took a step back.

Chen Ping stood up, looked at the tall man, and smiled: "Your back doesn't hurt anymore?"

The taller man froze for a moment, then quickly clutched his lower back, wincing in pain: "It hurts...it still hurts..."

"Does it hurt?" Chen Ping nodded, picked up a silver needle from the examination table, and waved it in the sunlight. "I specialize in treating back pain. One needle and I guarantee you won't feel any pain. Come on, lie down."

The tall man looked at the silver needle, and his expression changed.

He had seen acupuncture before, but he had never seen such thick needles. Chen Ping was holding the thickest kind, 0.35×75 mm, which was usually used for thoracentesis.

"No...no need..." The tall man tried to back away, but the examination bed blocked his way, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"You're welcome."

Chen Ping walked over with a smile, grabbed the tall man's wrist with one hand, his five fingers like iron clamps. The tall man struggled twice but couldn't break free.

With her other hand, she held a silver needle and waved it in front of his eyes. "My acupuncture technique is called 'Seven Stars Chasing the Moon,' and it's used to treat all sorts of difficult and complicated diseases. Especially..."

He paused, the needle tip stopping less than a centimeter from the tall man's hand. "He's faking illness."

The needle went in, but not deep, just enough to break the skin.

But that location isn't an acupoint; it's a densely packed area of ​​nerve endings on the back of the hand. The pain from the needle is different from regular acupuncture; it's a piercing, unbearable pain.

The taller man let out a scream of agony, and tears streamed down his face.

He struggled with all his might, but Chen Ping's hands were as if welded shut, not moving an inch.

"Don't move, it's not in place yet," Chen Ping said calmly.

"I'm all better! I'm all better! I don't hurt anymore!" The tall man's face was covered in tears and snot. "I'm not sick! I'm really not sick!"

Chen Ping looked at him, neither letting go nor removing the needle: "Not sick? If you weren't sick, why were you foaming at the mouth and convulsing?"

"It's an act! It's an act!"

The taller one was almost in tears, "I was faking it! Please, please take the needle out, it hurts so much!"

The consultation room was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Wang Tao stood at the door, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

Liu Wei picked up the notebook from the ground, dusted it off, and his expression changed from panic to anger.

Li Fang put on her shoes, crossed her arms, leaned against the door frame, and sneered.

Zhao Guosheng's face was very ugly, not from fear, but from anger.

He glanced at Fang Hai, who stood at the door with a complex expression on his face, a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Chen Ping pulled out the needle.

The tall one covered his hands, squatted on the ground, and cried like a child.

"Who sent you?" Chen Ping put the needle on the table, his voice not loud.

The tall one didn't say anything, and neither did the short one.

The two looked at each other, then lowered their heads again.

Chen Ping picked up another needle, twirled it in his hand, and the silver needle flashed in the sunlight.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The taller man raised his hands in surrender, "It was Ma Hu! Ma Hu sent us! He gave us two thousand yuan to cause trouble at the health center, to say you've ruined someone's health, to make a big scene and make you regret it!"

The shorter one nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, it's Ma Hu, that's him. He said he just got out of the police station and wants to settle scores with you. He told us to cause trouble, make things bigger, and shut down the clinic."

The consultation room fell silent again.

Zhao Guosheng's face went from ugly to ashen, his lips trembled several times, and he cursed.

Wang Tao clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

Fang Hai stood at the door, his expression changing repeatedly.

He looked at the two people squatting on the ground, then at Chen Ping, opened his mouth slightly, and then closed it again.

He turned around and left.

Chen Ping watched his retreating figure without saying a word.

"Call the police." Zhao Guosheng finally spoke, his voice not loud but firm. "Wang Tao, go call the police station. Tell them that someone came to the health center to cause trouble, deliberately created a medical accident, and disrupted the normal medical order."

Wang Tao responded and turned to run.

Both the tall and short men turned pale when they heard the words "call the police."

The shorter one knelt down with a thud: "Dean Zhao, please don't call the police. We were wrong, we'll never do it again. Ma Hu made us do it, we were forced into it..."

"Forced?" Li Fang sneered. "Two thousand yuan was forced? Do you think we're fools?"

The shorter one fell silent, head bowed, trembling all over.

Chen Ping squatted down, looked at the taller man, and said in a low voice, "What else do you need to do if you're so careless?"

The tall man looked up, his face covered in tears and snot: "He...he said he'd let us make a scene first, and then he'd have other plans. He said he'd make the clinic go out of business, and make it impossible for you to stay in Siping Township. He also said...he also said..."

"What else is there to say?"

The taller man swallowed hard, his voice lowering even further: "He also said that if we succeed, he'll give us another five thousand. If we fail, then... then we'll be in trouble."

Chen Ping stood up and didn't ask any more questions.

He looked out of the clinic; sunlight streamed into the courtyard, and the locust tree leaves rustled in the wind.

Fang Hai is gone. The door to the accounting office is closed. I don't know if he went in or not.

Wang Tao ran back, panting heavily: "Director Zhou said he'll be here soon."

Less than ten minutes later, Director Zhou arrived with two auxiliary police officers.

After asking about the situation and taking statements, the tall and short men were put into the police car.

As the tall man walked away, he glanced back at Chen Ping, his eyes filled with hatred, fear, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Dr. Chen, I'll keep an eye on Ma Hu's situation."

Director Zhou stood beside the car and lowered his voice, "But you also need to be careful. This person is crazy; he's capable of anything."

Chen Ping nodded.

The police car drove away, its siren blaring, the sound fading into the distance until it disappeared at the end of the road.