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

"I understand that, so I can guarantee that the daily management of all students who come to our hospital for internships will be the responsibility of our health center, and we will take full responsibility for any problems that arise."

"We regularly report back to the school on the students' daily work and life, and submit a written report every month. The supervising teachers are dedicated to this task and do not handle other administrative affairs."

Chen Ping replied.

The atmosphere in the meeting room froze.

Director Zhou's lips were pursed, clearly indicating that he had not yet been convinced.

Su Meng sat in the middle, looked at Chen Ping, then at Director Zhou, and finally spoke, "Director Zhou, I think what Dr. Chen said is worth considering."

"The core of the internship base is to enable students to learn something. Although the conditions at Siping Township Health Center are remote, there are indeed more opportunities for practical training than in the city, and we must acknowledge that."

Director Zhou waved his hand. "Principal Su, I'm not against the internship base itself, but I think we need to be cautious."

"For so many years, our school's internship sites have all been in the city or suburbs. If we suddenly set up a site in a mountainous area more than 100 kilometers away and something goes wrong, how will we explain it to the higher-ups?"

Just as Chen Ping was about to reply, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A young female teacher rushed in, her face ashen, and cried out to Director Zhou, "Director Zhou! Your son! Something's happened to your son!"

Director Zhou jumped to his feet, the chair leg scraping loudly on the floor. "What happened?"

"Your son ate magnetic beads in his dorm room, he swallowed quite a few! Your wife is trying to make him vomit with soapy water, and the kid is crying terribly!"

The female teacher's voice was trembling.

Director Zhou's face turned pale instantly, and without saying a word, he pushed back his chair and ran out.

Su Meng also stood up, said "The meeting is adjourned," and followed her out.

Without hesitation, Chen Ping quickly followed him out.

Director Zhou's dormitory is in the faculty and staff building behind the school, on the first floor, the one on the side.

When Chen Ping ran over with Su Meng, several teachers had already gathered at the door, and the heart-wrenching cries of children and the sobbing shouts of women could be heard from inside.

Director Zhou pushed open the door and went in, and Chen Ping followed him into the room.

The living room was a complete mess.

A five- or six-year-old boy sat on the ground, crying with his face flushed red, his nose and tears smeared all over his face, his hands covering his stomach, and his body hunched forward.

Director Zhou's wife squatted on the ground, holding a cup in one hand and wiping away tears with the other, repeatedly saying "Spit it out, spit it out."

There was a puddle of soapy water on the floor, and a few colorful little round beads were scattered around it. The packaging box of the magnetic beads had been torn open and thrown on the coffee table, with only a few beads left inside.

Director Zhou squatted down and picked up his son. The child cried so hard he couldn't breathe and mumbled that his stomach hurt.

"How the hell can you see the child?" Director Zhou roared at his wife.

Director Zhou, who had a son late in life, cherished him as his lifeblood.

Director Zhou's wife was crying nearby, "I just went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and when I came back I saw him putting beads in his mouth. I don't know how many he swallowed. I gave him soapy water, but he didn't spit them out..."

Chen Ping walked over, squatted down, and pressed the child's stomach.

The child winced in pain, but his abdomen was still relatively soft and there was no obvious board-like abdomen.

He turned to Director Zhou's wife and asked, "How long have you been swallowing it?"

"About... about ten minutes."

Chen Ping stood up. "Don't pour any more soapy water on it. Pour too much and it will cause more trouble. Get it to the hospital quickly and get an X-ray to see where the bead is."

Director Zhou stood up, holding the child, his voice already incoherent, "Yes, take him to the hospital, the nearest one is the Municipal People's Hospital, I'll go right now."

Su Meng said from the side, "I'll have someone drive," and took out her phone to make a call.

Chen Ping followed him out the door, and Director Zhou carried the child and ran towards the school gate, with his wife following behind, crying and sobbing.

A black sedan pulled up quickly. Director Zhou opened the back door, put the child inside, got in himself, and the woman followed.

Without hesitation, Chen Ping opened the passenger door and got in.

Su Meng wanted to go too, but Chen Ping stopped her, saying, "You stay at school. I'll call you if anything happens."

Su Meng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and closed the car door.

The car sped off from the school gate toward the Municipal People's Hospital. Along the way, Director Zhou held his son the whole time. The child cried intermittently, then stopped, and his complexion grew worse and worse.

His wife kept wiping away tears, muttering, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault for not watching him properly."

Director Zhou didn't speak, but his face was full of anger.

If anything happens to this child, the director will probably eat his wife alive this week.

Upon arriving at the emergency room of the Municipal People's Hospital, Chen Ping got out of the car and helped with the registration, while Director Zhou carried the child directly into the emergency room.

The emergency room doctor asked a few questions, gave me a referral for an abdominal X-ray, and told me to go to the radiology department for the scan.

Chen Ping followed them to the radiology department. The child lay on the examination bed, crying and refusing to cooperate. It took Director Zhou and his wife to hold the child down before the scan was completed.

The images came out quickly. The emergency room doctor looked at them on the viewing light and frowned slightly.

"You can see several beads in the film, in the stomach and upper intestine, about seven or eight in total."

"There are no obvious signs of obstruction or perforation at present, but magnetic beads are troublesome. If two or more beads attract each other, they may trap the intestinal wall in the middle, which can lead to ischemia and necrosis over time."

The emergency room doctor turned to look at Director Zhou, "I suggest keeping the child in the hospital for observation first. If the child experiences severe abdominal pain, worsening vomiting, or a hardening of the abdomen, we will operate immediately."

Director Zhou's face was an indescribable color, and his lips trembled as he seemed at a loss.

Despite being the director of a health school, he would have panicked if his own son had been in such a predicament.

A doctor cannot heal himself. If Director Zhou had medical skills, he could treat his own son and perform surgery, but he wouldn't be able to.

If you're mentally disturbed, your hand holding the scalpel will probably tremble.

"First, give the child an IV drip and keep them from eating. Observe them for a few hours and then take an X-ray to see if the beads have moved down. Maybe the child will pass them on their own in a few hours."

"That's what the emergency room doctor said."

Chen Ping stood beside the film reading light, without making a sound.

He leaned closer to the film and scanned it from left to right.

The beads on the film were distributed in the fundus of the stomach and the proximal small intestine, mostly scattered, but his gaze stopped when it swept to the ileocecal region in the lower right abdomen.

There was an image of a bead there, unlike the other beads. It was not isolated; there was a faint, almost invisible, arc-shaped shadow next to it.

Two beads are stacked together, separated by a layer of soft tissue.

Chen Ping took a half step forward, pointed to the spot on the X-ray, and turned to look at the emergency room doctor. "Look here, in the right lower abdomen, ileocecal region, two beads overlap."

"Judging from the density and shape, they should be adsorbed to each other, with the intestinal wall in between. If not treated in time, this section of the intestine will become ischemic and necrotic over time."