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

Lin Xiaoran nodded, a faint smile still lingering in her eyes, and said, "Go ahead, learn more, and don't be too reserved. Your abilities speak for themselves, you don't need to deliberately cater to anyone."

"I know," Chen Ping replied casually.

The two got up and left the restaurant together.

Lin Xiaoran went back to her room to rest, while Chen Ping changed his clothes and quickly walked out of the hotel.

A black minivan was parked steadily by the roadside. The window was rolled down, and it was Dean Liu.

"Dr. Chen, over here." Dean Liu waved.

Chen Ping stepped forward and sat in the passenger seat. The car started smoothly and headed towards the conference center of the Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Dean Liu, is there anything I should be careful about when I go over there?" Chen Ping asked.

After all, it was my first time attending this kind of symposium.

Moreover, since it was organized by the Chinese Medicine Association, Chen Ping was unsure of himself.

Dean Liu smiled and said, "You don't need to prepare anything. Just follow me. I'll see how things go, and I might suggest that you be included in the Chinese Medicine Association as well."

"Thank you for your guidance, Dean Liu!" Chen Ping said.

Although Chen Ping wasn't particularly interested in joining any associations or organizations, Dean Liu meant well, so he couldn't pretend too much.

"Don't thank me. You're a reliable, skilled, and upright young man. You deserve my guidance."

"To be honest, there are very few young people like you who are able to settle down, are willing to delve into clinical practice, know emergency care, and dare to take responsibility."

Dean Liu said.

Chen Ping smiled and said nothing more.

Forty minutes later, the car came to a smooth stop in front of the provincial capital's Traditional Chinese Medicine Association building.

The entire building is simple and grand, with a solemn entrance, and the people coming and going are all well-dressed and refined medical professionals.

Most of them wore conference badges around their necks, and the names of prestigious universities and top-tier institutions were everywhere, exuding a sense of superiority from the high-end circle.

Dean Liu led Chen Ping through the corridor and into the main hall.

The hall was spacious and bright, and every seat was taken. At the front was the stage, and the audience was seated in different areas, chatting quietly about academic topics, research projects, professional titles, and resources of their organizations.

As soon as he entered, Chen Ping's gaze inadvertently swept over a seat in the front row.

With just that one glance, he paused slightly in his steps.

A young man was sitting in the front row by the window.

The man was dressed in a fine suit, his hair was styled meticulously, he sat upright, and his profile showed him to be refined, elegant, and presentable.

But Chen Ping knew that face all too well.

It was that medical school student who publicly beat up his fiancée, who had supported his studies for years, cheated on him, and acted arrogantly at the night market last night.

Almost at the same time, the boy also noticed the commotion at the door and instinctively turned his head to look.

Eyes facing each other.

In an instant, a flash of astonishment and fear crossed the boy's eyes, followed by a deep shadow of gloom and embarrassment.

Last night at the night market, he was subdued by Chen Ping in public, forced to apologize, and fled in a sorry state. It was the most humiliating moment for him in recent years.

He never expected that at such a high-level and prestigious provincial-level TCM symposium today, he would encounter this man again who ruined his plans and made him look bad in public.

Their eyes met briefly, but there was no exchange of words or nods; they simply understood each other without saying a word.

The boy quickly looked away, his face darkening, and he already harbored resentment towards Chen Ping.

Chen Ping remained calm, as if he had just met an insignificant stranger. He followed Dean Liu to the front of the guest seats and took his seat.

The meeting proceedings proceeded smoothly.

First, the association president took the stage to deliver a speech, summarizing the work of traditional Chinese medicine for the year and explaining the direction of industry development.

The next part of the meeting was the core activities: recruiting new members, issuing membership certificates, verifying membership fees, and adding grassroots positions for young people.

Most of the people present were there because of the association's title, industry resources, and network of contacts.

In their eyes, joining the Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine means entering the circle of young elites, which greatly helps in evaluating professional titles, obtaining research projects, and getting promoted.

After the speech, Dean Liu raised his hand first, picked up the microphone, and began to introduce the topic with a smile.

"Distinguished presidents, board members, and colleagues, I have brought along an exceptionally talented young physician today, whom I would like to highly recommend."

As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes in the room focused on Chen Ping.

Dean Liu spared no praise, speaking solemnly, "This is Dr. Chen Ping. Don't let Dr. Chen's young age fool you; his medical skills far surpass those of his peers, especially in traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis, ancient acupuncture techniques, and emergency treatment."

"Dr. Chen made several crucial interventions in the hospital recently, treating high-risk emergencies and complex cases with remarkable skill and precision. His medical ethics are also exceptional. He donated blood to save lives and led emergency treatments overnight. He truly deserves the title of a compassionate doctor."

"In my opinion, Dr. Chen is an extremely rare and promising talent among the younger generation."

This praise practically elevated Chen Ping to the pinnacle of young TCM practitioners in the province, making him seem almost miraculous.

Upon hearing this, everyone present immediately showed surprise and subconsciously looked at Chen Ping with higher regard.

A young person who can be so highly praised and personally recommended by the highly respected Dean Liu is definitely not an ordinary person.

But the next second, Dean Liu's honest words instantly changed the atmosphere of the entire room.

"Dr. Chen currently works at the township health center in Siping Township, dedicating himself to grassroots medical practice. It's truly a waste of his talent."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar.

The initial admiration and respect vanished almost instantly, replaced by subtle contempt, mockery, and indifference.

Township health centers?

A rural grassroots doctor?

Among those present, the least qualified were doctors from city hospitals, mostly from top-tier hospitals and provincial key hospitals, as well as master's and doctoral graduates from major traditional Chinese medicine colleges.

In their conventional understanding, township doctors are simply doctors who treat illnesses in the countryside. At most, they can only treat headaches, colds, and fevers. They don't know anything about difficult diagnosis or ancient acupuncture techniques.

Dean Liu is probably too eager to promote talent and is praising him excessively.

For a moment, many people in the audience changed their expressions, and some whispered among themselves.

"I thought he was some genius from a prestigious university or a key staff member of a top-tier hospital, but it turns out he's from a rural health center."

"No wonder he looks so plainly dressed and has no presence at all."

"What can you learn at the grassroots level? You only see minor ailments every day; where would you encounter any complex or difficult cases?"

"Dean Liu may have misjudged you today; he praised you excessively."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached my ears clearly.

Everyone felt disdain, but out of respect for Dean Liu, no one dared to mock him in public; they all kept it hidden in their eyes and in their hearts.