Exiled to the Countryside—I Turn a Clinic into a Top-Tier Hospital

Chen Ping, the procurement director of the city hospital, refused to sign off on problematic medical equipment and offended the dean’s father-in-law.

Overnight, with the evidence complete, he was stripped clean and sent to the tiny Siping Township Health Center in the middle of nowhere.

On the day of the divorce, his ex-wife sent him a text: “That batch of equipment had no problems. You misunderstood my dad.”

Chen Ping laughed.

The next day, thugs brought people to block the door, and he took down five of them by himself.

The township party committee deputy secretary personally came to thank him.

Even more strangely, the wooden box left behind by his parents, unopened for more than twenty years, was still there.

That night, he had a dream.

After waking, his hands could “see” the lesions inside a patient’s body.

From that day on, the line of people waiting at the Siping Township Health Center stretched from the head of the village to the tail.

Patients who had been sentenced to death by major hospitals were crying and begging to be admitted.

His ex-father-in-law called him: “Chen Ping, come back.”

His ex-wife also came, carrying that qualified inspection report.

Chen Ping looked down at those hands of his, then at the wooden box on the table that was still tightly locked.

He did not know what was inside.

But he knew.

Some people did not want him to come back.

Some truths were bigger than he had imagined.