Chapter 12

"Is traditional Chinese medicine really that miraculous?" Wang Mengxin asked in disbelief.

She had never believed in traditional Chinese medicine. For a minor illness, a traditional Chinese doctor would prescribe several days of medicine, which was slow-acting and very troublesome. Therefore, when she was in medical school, she chose to study Western medicine.

"Yes, it is very miraculous, so miraculous that you can't help but believe it," Mo Zhitao nodded and said.

"Alright, I look forward to your miracle," Wang Mengxin said with a smile.

Wang Mengxin's smile was like a fleeting glimpse of a night-blooming cereus, catching Mo Zhitao's eye. However, Mo Zhitao remembered that Wang Mengxin had quickly turned to another man soon after his death, and he deeply despised such a fickle woman.

"Doctor Mo, when Shiyu was young, she had a long-lasting cough. We were busy with work and couldn't take care of her, so she developed this chronic condition," Han Lifang said guiltily.

If they hadn't been so busy with work and unable to take care of their daughter, she wouldn't have been so weak and sickly from a young age.

"If you can cure Shiyu, we will definitely thank you greatly," she added.

"No need for that," Mo Zhitao shook his head. "I am a doctor, and a doctor's heart is like that of a parent. I am happy as long as the patient is cured."

Wang Mengxin found Mo Zhitao's behavior strange. Lin Xiaoyong had tried to curry favor with the district party secretary's wife, but this doctor didn't make any additional requests.

With He Huaming's power, promoting Mo Zhitao would be very easy. Of course, that was on the condition that Mo Zhitao could cure He Shiyu.

In the doctor's on-duty room, Mo Zhitao took He Shiyu's pulse again.

Several days had passed, and he needed to reconfirm her condition before treating her, as any changes in her condition could affect the treatment.

"Miss He's condition is a bit worse than it was that day," Mo Zhitao said.

"Then, can my daughter still be cured?" Han Lifang asked worriedly.

"Yes, but if it's another six months, I won't be able to do anything."

Mo Zhitao disinfected his needles and then said to He Shiyu, "Miss He, please follow me to the treatment room. I need to start the acupuncture."

"Can't we watch?" Wang Mengxin was interested in Mo Zhitao's acupuncture.

Mo Zhitao shook his head. "No, I need to insert needles into several acupoints, and it would be inconvenient for you to be in the room."

Lin Xiaoyong had never heard that Mo Zhitao knew acupuncture. He had secretly asked Jiang Huaheng, who had confidently assured him that Mo Zhitao didn't know how to treat patients.

"Mo Zhitao, can you do it?" Lin Xiaoyong was still very worried. If Mo Zhitao messed up, the district party secretary would definitely hold him accountable.

Damn, he would be ruined by Mo Zhitao.

"If you can do it, you do it," Mo Zhitao angrily threw the needles into the box and was about to leave.

"Dean Lin, if you have nothing else, please go about your business," Han Lifang sternly told Lin Xiaoyong.

Seeing Han Lifang's anger, Lin Xiaoyong hurriedly ran out. Well, he had warned them. If they insisted on letting Mo Zhitao treat her, and something went wrong, he could explain it. After leaving, Lin Xiaoyong called the district health bureau director to report the situation.

After Mo Zhitao and He Shiyu entered the room, he said, "Miss He, please take off your clothes."

"What? Take off my clothes?" He Shiyu's voice trembled. She looked at the locked door, wondering if Mo Zhitao was going to do something to her.

"Yes, acupuncture requires you to take off your clothes," Mo Zhitao said seriously.

"Why does acupuncture require taking off clothes?" He Shiyu asked.

"I've never seen anyone take off their clothes for acupuncture before. I've had acupuncture before, don't lie to me."

Mo Zhitao said seriously, "Your condition is not light. I need to insert needles into your Taiyin, Shaoyin, Feishu, Gao Huang, Shenshu, Taiyuan, Taixi, and Zusanli acupoints, and I need to do it in one continuous flow. If you keep your clothes on, it will affect the treatment. Don't worry, a doctor's heart is like that of a parent. In my eyes, you are just a patient, and I have no other thoughts. You don't need to take everything off, just your outer clothes. Please trust me."

The flow needle acupuncture technique emphasizes a smooth, continuous flow, which greatly enhances the treatment's effectiveness.

He had studied this technique for many years, but it had been registered and plagiarized by Xiao Rufeng.

"I don't believe you," He Shiyu said, her face red and a bit shy. "You even looked at me on the bus last time. You have a record."

"Fine, if you don't trust me, I won't treat you," Mo Zhitao said angrily.

No matter how skilled an acupuncturist is, if the patient is wearing thick clothes, it would be impossible to accurately locate the acupoints. If He Shiyu had a minor illness, she wouldn't need to take off her outer clothes. It seemed he was being misunderstood as a pervert.

But to be honest, she was very beautiful. The last time he saw her skirt, he almost had a nosebleed.

"Wait," He Shiyu said, seeing Mo Zhitao about to leave. She was also worried.

She had seen how skilled Mo Zhitao was with acupuncture. Just one needle had stabilized her breathing.

Sigh, she had already been seen by him before, so this time it would be just one more.

"I'll tell you, my father is the district party secretary. If you do anything to me, my father will have you arrested," she warned.

No wonder Lin Xiaoyong was acting like a dog. Mo Zhitao thought to himself.

"I don't care who your father is. In my eyes, you are just a patient. Last time on the bus was a misunderstanding. The driver braked suddenly, and I lost my balance and fell under your skirt," Mo Zhitao said seriously.

And I've already seen your body, so what's the difference if I see it again? Mo Zhitao didn't dare to say this out loud.

"Fine, you can only treat me, nothing else," He Shiyu stared at Mo Zhitao, trying to see if there was anything wrong with him.

Unfortunately, she found a new problem: Mo Zhitao was not just handsome, but more handsome than the school heartthrob in her university.

Thinking about this, He Shiyu felt her heart race and her face turn red. She quickly looked down, embarrassed.

"Is the air conditioning set too high?" Mo Zhitao asked, thinking she was feeling hot.

"Mind your own business," He Shiyu glared at Mo Zhitao, her face red.

"What should I do?"

Mo Zhitao felt that He Shiyu was hostile towards him, which was understandable. Who wouldn't be angry if someone peeked under their skirt on a bus? If someone did that to him, he would be furious too.

"Take off your outer clothes, then lie face down on the small bed. There are disinfected towels nearby that you can use to cover yourself."

"Go out first," He Shiyu said.

"Ah, is it really necessary? I can just turn around. I am a doctor, and I've seen many beautiful and well-built female patients, and I've never been tempted," Mo Zhitao said, though it was a lie.

To be honest, He Shiyu was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Even the hospital's beauty, Yu Meijing, wasn't as beautiful as her.

"Hmph," He Shiyu huffed, showing her dissatisfaction.

"Turn around and close your eyes."

Mo Zhitao closed his eyes, and He Shiyu quickly took off her clothes and got on the bed, covering herself with the towel.

"I'm ready. I warn you, if you do anything funny, I'll scream for help. My mother and others are outside," He Shiyu said, feeling less afraid knowing her family was nearby.

"Don't worry, I'm not a pervert!" Mo Zhitao opened the needle box and began the acupuncture.

This time, he needed to insert eight needles and leave them in for 30 minutes.

Mo Zhitao's acupuncture technique was very fast. If others saw it, they would be amazed. Acupuncture involves both the needles and the technique. Mo Zhitao was using the flow needle technique with stainless steel needles from the hospital.

Good needles can greatly enhance the effectiveness of acupuncture. The best needles are made from natural materials, but they are rare and hard to find.

He had once had a set of pure silver needles, which he had custom-made at great expense, but they were left with the Cheng family.

After inserting the eight needles, Mo Zhitao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The flow needle technique requires a continuous flow without stopping, which can affect the treatment's effectiveness. This was the most difficult case he had treated since his soul had crossed over, and even with his abundant energy, he felt a bit tired.

"Are you done? Is it okay?" He Shiyu asked softly from the bed.

Mo Zhitao pulled the towel off her body. She felt a slight pain, and her hands, feet, and back were all pierced with needles. At first, it felt like ants were biting her, but now it didn't hurt at all.

He Shiyu was lying on the bed in just her underwear, and the pervert doctor was nearby. She felt like Mo Zhitao was secretly staring at her body, but she didn't dare to open her eyes.

"Not yet, you need to wait 30 minutes before the needles can be removed," Mo Zhitao shook his head.

He Shiyu's skin was very white, and her legs were long and beautiful. Although he couldn't see the shape of her chest, the tightness of her top revealed her ample figure.

She was wearing all-black, slightly sexy underwear today.

If she had known she would need to take off her clothes for acupuncture, she would have dressed more conservatively. Her feet were very white and beautiful, and he had touched them while inserting the needles.

"If you're not done, cover me with the towel," He Shiyu felt uncomfortable, as she had never exposed her body to anyone like this, even though Mo Zhitao was a doctor, she still felt very uncomfortable.

Mo Zhitao said, "Miss He, you have needles in your body. How can you cover yourself with a towel?"

"Then turn around and close your eyes, and don't look at me," He Shiyu said angrily.

"That's not possible. After inserting the needles, I need to watch them. If anything unusual happens, I need to handle it promptly," Mo Zhitao shook his head.

"Don't be so troublesome. I am a doctor, and in my eyes, you are just a patient. You are not beautiful at all."

"Hmph," He Shiyu closed her eyes in anger. The despicable pervert doctor, how dare he say she wasn't beautiful? There were at least enough people lining up from Macheng District to Qingmei City to pursue her.

After 30 minutes, Mo Zhitao removed the needles and said, "Alright, I'll go write the prescription. You can get dressed."

Of course, as a doctor, if she asked him to help her dress, he would reluctantly agree. Mo Zhitao thought to himself.