Chapter 13

After Mo Zhitao came out, Han Lifang anxiously came forward. "Doctor Mo, how is my daughter?"

"There's nothing serious. I'll prescribe some medicine for her, and she should be fine after taking it for seven days," Mo Zhitao said.

He took out a pen and wrote the prescription, while Wang Mengxin stood nearby watching what Mo Zhitao was writing.

Most doctors are very cautious about their prescriptions, but Mo Zhitao's main treatment is acupuncture, so he isn't afraid of others knowing his methods. Even if someone has the same illness, just taking the prescription without acupuncture won't solve the problem.

At this moment, He Shiyu came out, her face still a bit flushed.

"Shiyu, how do you feel?" Han Lifang asked.

She didn't suspect anything else; she thought He Shiyu was blushing because of the treatment.

"Mom, I feel much better now," He Shiyu said, though she disliked Mo Zhitao, she didn't lie, as it concerned her condition.

"Good, good. Doctor Mo, if my daughter doesn't have an episode after seven days, I will definitely thank you properly," Han Lifang said, feeling hopeful after hearing He Shiyu. In the past, when she took He Shiyu to other places for treatment, no doctor could make He Shiyu stop wheezing immediately and claim to cure her in seven days.

Mo Zhitao waved his hand. "I am a doctor, treating patients is my duty. You just need to help me prove I'm not a quack. By the way, who said my medical skills were no good just now? Director Wang, you need to stand up for me."

"Doctor Mo, may I ask how you treated Miss He? Can you tell us?" Wang Mengxin didn't want to get involved in this matter right now.

"Sorry, I can't tell you," Mo Zhitao looked up and saw Wang Mengxin's prominent chest. "My medical skills are only shared with my own people, not outsiders. Director Wang, are you married?"

Wang Mengxin's beauty was a combination of her pretty face and the authority of her position, which easily made men fantasize. Men liked to imagine pressing a beautiful female leader under them.

Suddenly, Mo Zhitao had a wicked thought. Since Wang Mengxin betrayed him, he would seduce her first, use her to understand the Cheng family's affairs, and then dump her when she was no longer useful. He had to take revenge on those who betrayed him.

Seeing Mo Zhitao staring at Wang Mengxin's chest, He Shiyu deliberately whispered, "Mo Zhitao, can you stop being a pervert? Why are you staring at that sister?"

Wang Mengxin, hearing He Shiyu, noticed Mo Zhitao staring at her chest.

She quickly turned around, thinking that what Chen Dachao said wasn't entirely wrong; Mo Zhitao's character was indeed a bit problematic.

Seeing how much He Shiyu hated him, she guessed he must have done something to upset He Shiyu inside. Thinking this, Wang Mengxin took a step back.

"Director Wang, Chen Dachao said my medical skills were no good just now. Shouldn't you clear my name now?" Mo Zhitao looked at Wang Mengxin, thinking the more she avoided him, the more he would approach her.

She had already moved on to someone else a few days after his supposed death. A woman like her, who changes men so easily, would have been punished in ancient times.

"This..." Wang Mengxin hesitated. "Isn't it supposed to be after seven days? We can't prove anything now."

Wang Mengxin didn't want to get involved in this matter.

"Alright, you said seven days. If He Shiyu is cured after seven days, I want Chen Dachao to apologize to me in front of all the hospital staff," Mo Zhitao said.

"Director Wang, can you give me your phone number? I'll report back to you then. I heard you're not married, right?"

Wang Mengxin didn't expect Mo Zhitao to be so direct, not treating her as a superior. Her face turned red.

"If you have anything, you can talk to Dean Lin. He will contact me."

"Right, Director Wang, you should be careful. There are a lot of perverts these days," He Shiyu said coldly, very angry.

He Shiyu wanted to say more, but Han Lifang pulled her sleeve.

Mo Zhitao was now He Shiyu's doctor. If he got angry and refused to treat He Shiyu, it would be troublesome.

"Doctor Mo, we have things to do. If you need to contact me, here's my phone number," Han Lifang left her number with Mo Zhitao, got his number, and then took the prescription and left with He Shiyu.

Wang Mengxin also wanted to leave, but Lin Xiaoyong hurried over. "Director Wang, it's almost noon. Let's have lunch together."

"No, I have to go to the city for something," Wang Mengxin shook her head.

At this moment, a Mercedes-Benz drove into the hospital. A tall, slim man got out and walked towards Wang Mengxin.

"Mengxin, I'm here to pick you up," the man said.

Wang Mengxin frowned slightly. "Lu Dakang, why are you here?"

"I heard you were going back to the city, so I came to pick you up," Lu Dakang smiled. "Today, your father and my father are having lunch and discussing some matters. We'll join them."

Seeing Lu Dakang, Mo Zhitao immediately remembered the man who was supposed to be engaged to Wang Mengxin according to the entertainment newspaper.

He deliberately walked close to Wang Mengxin and whispered, "Director Wang, let me take you to lunch. I feel a connection with you today."

Mo Zhitao only had a little money left. If Wang Mengxin agreed, he would take her to a fast-food restaurant.

Seeing Mo Zhitao talking intimately with Wang Mengxin, Lu Dakang became angry. Who was this man, especially since he was better-looking than him.

"Hey, kid, who are you? What are you doing near my girlfriend?" Lu Dakang said angrily.

"Your girlfriend?" Mo Zhitao looked at Lu Dakang with disdain. "I heard Miss Wang Mengxin doesn't have a boyfriend. Hehe, that's strange."

"You..." Lu Dakang clenched his fists, his eyes turning cold.

If Wang Mengxin weren't there, he would have caused trouble for Mo Zhitao. But for someone like Mo Zhitao, a simple phone call could ruin him.

"Doctor Mo, I don't have time for lunch. Lu Dakang, let's go," Wang Mengxin didn't want Lu Dakang to cause a scene, so she got into his Mercedes, and Lu Dakang quickly drove away.

Chen Dachao watched the Mercedes and said to Lin Xiaoyong, "Dean, that's a nice car, worth over a million."

Wang Mengxin was very beautiful. If he could spend a night with her, he would give up his position as deputy director.

"Right, it looks like Wang Mengxin has caught a rich husband," Lin Xiaoyong nodded.

Mo Zhitao chuckled to himself. The Wang family's pharmaceutical group was worth billions. He wondered who was actually catching whom.

Mo Zhitao ignored Lin Xiaoyong and walked out.

Chen Dachao, looking at Mo Zhitao's back, said angrily, "Dean, Mo Zhitao seems very confident now. Just because of his medical skills, he thinks he's so great? Should I find a way to deal with him?"

"Not yet. The district party secretary's wife is watching him. We shouldn't act directly now. In a few days, we'll find a way to get rid of him," Lin Xiaoyong said darkly.

Thinking about Mo Zhitao's complaint about the hospital not buying insurance, Lin Xiaoyong immediately called the district health bureau director.

Mo Zhitao returned to the on-duty room. The farmer he had treated before was standing there and ran over when he saw Mo Zhitao. "Doctor, thank you so much. You really cured my illness."

The farmer wanted to shake Mo Zhitao's hand but hesitated, thinking he was a government official.

Mo Zhitao smiled. "Brother, you don't need to thank me. I guess you're busy, so go home."

"Right, right. Doctor Mo, I'll come to you if I get sick again," the farmer said gratefully.

The farmer was very impressed by Mo Zhitao's medical skills. Poor people like him feared getting sick the most, as it cost a lot of money.

His neighbor had spent a thousand yuan on a severe cold, including tests and treatment. This time, he was even sicker but only spent ten yuan. He would definitely come to Mo Zhitao if he got sick again.

"Sure, no problem," Mo Zhitao nodded.

After the farmer left, Jiang Huaheng came up angrily. "Mo Zhitao, you're not scheduled to work. You can't treat patients; that's a violation."

"Hehe, Director Jiang, I wasn't treating him. If you don't believe me, check the hospital records. There's no record of me treating him," Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

"You, you." Jiang Huaheng had checked, and Mo Zhitao hadn't treated any patients or charged fees in the past few days, so he couldn't do anything to Mo Zhitao.

After sending Wang Mengxin back to the city hotel, Lu Dakang called someone.

"Hello, it's me," Lu Dakang said.

"Mr. Luo, it's you. When are you free to visit Macheng District?" the man on the phone asked.

"I have a favor to ask. Can you check the records of a young doctor named Mo at Macheng District People's Hospital? I need his detailed information," Lu Dakang said angrily.

"Mr. Luo, what do you mean?" the man asked cautiously.

Lu Dakang said dismissively, "He offended me, and I want him to die a miserable death."

"Hehe, no problem. It's just a doctor. I'll take care of it and give you a satisfactory result," the man laughed.

"Alright, come to the city when you have time. I'll treat you to a meal," Lu Dakang said with a smile.

"I'll handle this for you first, then I'll come to the city," the man said and hung up.

At noon, Mo Zhitao had lunch in the hospital cafeteria and then returned to the doctor's rest room.

Some doctors and nurses lived far from the hospital, and since the hospital dormitories were insufficient, many of them bought small folding beds to put in the rest room and sleep there during their lunch break.

Mo Zhitao hadn't bought a folding bed, so he stayed in the on-duty room.