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

The emergency room doctor paused for a moment, leaned over to look for a few seconds, and then shook his head. "The location is low, and the resolution of the image is limited, so we can't be completely sure if it's two adsorbed particles."

"Even if it were possible, surgical removal now would be too invasive, and the child is too young; opening the abdomen is no small matter."

"No need for abdominal surgery."

Chen Ping shook his head. "The magnetic beads adhere to the ileocecal junction, which is where the large and small intestines meet. That area is relatively wide, and the beads are small. If handled properly, they can be expelled through the intestines."

"But the premise is that it can't stay stuck in the same place; it has to be made to move."

The emergency room doctor looked at Chen Ping, clearly not understanding, "How do I get it moving?"

Chen Ping didn't answer him directly, but turned to Director Zhou and said, "Director Zhou, it's been about half an hour since your son swallowed the bead. The bead is in his stomach and small intestine, and it hasn't reached the most dangerous stage of absorption yet."

"I can try using massage techniques to help the child move the beads downwards, towards the large intestine. This process might be a little painful, and the child might fuss, but it's better than surgery."

Director Zhou looked at Chen Ping, his expression a mixture of anxiety and fear. "Dr. Chen, are you... are you sure you can do this?"

"We're not 100% sure, but it's better than waiting. If we don't deal with it now and wait until the bead gets stuck, the child will suffer even more."

Chen Ping's tone was very calm.

He had already mastered the skill that a doctor should remain calm, especially when dealing with urgent cases.

Family members can be anxious and panicked, but doctors cannot.

Before the emergency room doctor next to him could say anything, Director Zhou nodded, "Okay, Dr. Chen, you can do it."

Chen Ping asked Director Zhou to place the child on the examination bed, with the child lying on their side and legs slightly curled up.

He washed his hands, walked to the bedside, placed his right palm on the child's lower right abdomen, gently pressed it to feel the softness and hardness of the abdominal wall and the direction of the intestines, and then began to massage clockwise with the heel of his palm.

His technique wasn't forceful, but each stroke was purposeful, following the path of the ascending colon, transverse colon, and descending colon, pushing the contents down little by little.

The child cried even harder at first, kicking his little legs wildly, and Director Zhou and his wife each held down one leg.

Chen Ping didn't stop; his movements were steady. After massaging the lower right abdomen, he massaged the middle abdomen, then the lower right abdomen, repeating this process three or four times.

About seven or eight minutes later, the child suddenly cried out very loudly, and then let out a very long fart.

Chen Ping pushed twice more, then stopped and asked Director Zhou to pick up the child and walk around.

"Have him get down and walk a few steps, then jump lightly a couple of times," Chen Ping said.

Director Zhou put his son on the ground. The child cried, but his legs were still strong enough. He took a few steps while holding onto his father's hand, and then jumped lightly.

Chen Ping asked Director Zhou to take his son to have another X-ray taken.

When the second X-ray came out, the overlapping shadow in the lower right abdomen that was originally visible on the viewing light was gone, and the beads had moved to the position of the descending colon and sigmoid colon, forming a scattered queue.

The emergency room doctor looked at the X-ray, opened his mouth, and stared at Chen Ping in shock.

Ignoring the ER doctor's shock, Chen Ping said to Director Zhou, "The bead has now passed into the colon and is not far from the exit."

"Drink more water and eat more high-fiber foods, such as leeks and celery, to help with bowel movements."

"It might come out this afternoon. Keep an eye on it. Once it comes out, everything will be fine."

Director Zhou grasped Chen Ping's hand, which was still trembling. "Dr. Chen, if it weren't for you today... I really don't know what I would have done."

Chen Ping waved his hand, "Don't thank me yet. Just keep a close eye on things. If the baby's stomach hurts badly again, or if he can't poop, call me anytime."

Chen Ping wrote his phone number on the emergency room medical record book, tore it off, and handed it to Director Zhou.

Director Zhou took the paper, folded it, put it in his pocket, and looked up at Chen Ping.

His lips moved twice, as if he had something to say but swallowed it back, and in the end he just nodded.

It was almost noon when I left the Municipal People's Hospital.

Director Zhou and his wife are staying at the hospital with their son, who hasn't been able to pass gas yet, and neither of them dares to leave with their son in their arms.

Chen Ping took a taxi back to the nursing school and closed his eyes for a while by the car window on the way.

When Chen Ping returned to school, Su Meng was still waiting in the office. Seeing Chen Ping come in, she quickly stood up and asked, "How did it go?"

"It should be fine now. If it comes out this afternoon, it'll be okay."

Chen Ping briefly explained the situation.

"Okay, you can rest in my dorm for a while. I'll send you lunch."

"We'll see how things go this afternoon, then hold another meeting to discuss it. The internship base shouldn't be a big problem."

Su Meng followed Chen Ping's words.

Chen Ping nodded and did not refuse. He could not return to Siping Township yet, since the internship base project had not been finalized.

At noon, Su Meng prepared a bowl of braised pork rice for Chen Ping. After he finished eating, she told him to continue resting in the dormitory.

Chen Ping couldn't fall asleep, so he took out his phone and opened Honor of Kings.

I played the game while waiting for news from Director Zhou.

Around 3 p.m., Chen Ping's phone rang.

Chen Ping was pushing the crystal when his phone rang, and the sudden call annoyed him.

However, seeing that it was Director Zhou calling, Chen Ping answered the phone.

"Dr. Chen, my child is alright now. The beads have all come out, not a single one is missing. It's truly... truly all thanks to you. You saved my son's life, I don't know how to thank you enough."

Director Zhou's voice was filled with gratitude and trembling.

Chen Ping smiled slightly: "It's good that it's out. Give him some light food for the next couple of days, observe him, and make sure he doesn't run around."

"Definitely, definitely."

Director Zhou readily agreed, then asked, "Dr. Chen, are you still at school?"

"Here!" Chen Ping said.

"Okay, I'll head back right away. Let's meet in a conference to discuss the internship base."

Director Zhou hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Chen Ping quickly returned to the game, only to find that his team's crystal had been destroyed and his teammates were all cursing him.

However, Chen Ping just smiled faintly and didn't take it to heart.

It's just a game; if you lose, you lose.

But you can't lose in life...

About half an hour later, Director Zhou returned, and everyone held another meeting.

This time, Director Zhou no longer insisted on his own opinion.

"I agree with the internship base idea, but we need to visit the Siping Township Health Center to take a look."

"Dr. Chen, it's not that I don't trust you, but this is a big deal for the student's internship. We have to go through the formalities. Once we've gone and seen the place, we'll sign the contract immediately and get the paperwork done right away."

"Director Zhou said."