Chapter 15

"Uh." Yu Meijing's face changed. The meaning of Jiang Huaheng's words was very clear: for patients with serious illnesses who they were not confident in saving, they could not take them in, otherwise, the hospital would have problems again.

Mo Zhitao, after hearing Jiang Huaheng say this, went over to check the patient's pulse. The patient not only had excessive blood loss but also a life-threatening heart injury.

"Meijing, help me support the patient, I need to apply acupuncture," Mo Zhitao said seriously. He couldn't let the patient move during the acupuncture process.

"Can you really do it?" Yu Meijing asked, not quite believing.

This morning, Mo Zhitao treated a girl, and later the dean asked everyone to leave. No one knew how Mo Zhitao treated her, and no one said anything. However, according to Mo Zhitao's previous abilities, he couldn't have done it.

"You'll know if you let me try," Mo Zhitao glanced at the patient. The patient had already fainted, and if he didn't apply acupuncture soon, he would miss the best treatment opportunity. Mo Zhitao took a deep breath and began the acupuncture.

When Mo Zhitao finished the acupuncture, it had only been a few dozen seconds. Yu Meijing saw Mo Zhitao stand up and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mo Zhitao, you're done?"

"Yes, slowly lay the patient down on the ground, don't move him, he will wake up on his own in a while," Mo Zhitao said.

A doctor's heart is like that of a parent. He then went to treat a few other patients who were neglected. In no time, he had stopped the bleeding and applied a few needles to the patients. They were not in serious condition and could stay in the hospital for treatment.

Jiang Huaheng came over with two orderlies and pointed to the patient, "It's him, carry him to the ambulance and take him to the city. We can't do anything more."

"Director Jiang, the patient is fine now, you can keep him here for treatment," Mo Zhitao said as he walked over.

"Mo Zhitao, who is the director, you or me?" Jiang Huaheng said angrily.

In Jiang Huaheng's eyes, Mo Zhitao's methods were unorthodox, and He Shiyu would have a relapse soon. "You're not a formal doctor, get out of here."

The two orderlies were about to carry the patient, but Mo Zhitao stopped them.

"Don't move him, he will wake up in a while," Mo Zhitao said. He had just applied the acupuncture, and it would take a while for the patient's body to respond. If they moved him now, it would affect the treatment.

"Damn it, Mo Zhitao, can you take responsibility if something happens to the patient?" Jiang Huaheng said angrily.

Just as Jiang Huaheng was about to call the security, Yu Meijing exclaimed, "Hey, the patient is waking up."

Jiang Huaheng was surprised. He had clearly diagnosed the patient as being in a very serious condition, but now he was waking up, and the bleeding had stopped.

He checked again and found that the patient's heart rate was much more stable, not as bad as before. The patient didn't need to be transferred to the city.

"Director Jiang, should we move the patient to the ambulance now?" the two orderlies asked cautiously.

"Are you idle? Didn't you see I saved the patient?" Jiang Huaheng said angrily.

The patient, hearing that Jiang Huaheng had saved him, said gratefully, "Doctor, thank you for saving me. I thought I was going to die. I'll send you a banner."

"A doctor's heart is like that of a parent. Don't say that, I need to go save other patients," Jiang Huaheng deliberately stood up and walked away.

Mo Zhitao was a bit angry. The patient was clearly saved by him, but Jiang Huaheng shamelessly claimed it was his doing. Jiang Huaheng's face was so thick, it could be used for a bulletproof vest.

Seeing the patient stabilize, Yu Meijing went to the sink to wash her hands, and Mo Zhitao followed. Yu Meijing, seeing Mo Zhitao come over, washed her hands silently.

She had seen everything clearly. The patient was saved by Mo Zhitao, not Jiang Huaheng. But Jiang Huaheng was the boss, and she, a small nurse, couldn't speak out. However, when did Mo Zhitao become so capable? He used to be so irresponsible.

Yu Meijing became curious about Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao was a head taller than Yu Meijing. With her head down and her body tilted at 45 degrees, he could see inside her shirt. She was wearing a red bra, and even though it was a conservative one, he could still see a glimpse of her white skin.

Mo Zhitao felt a reaction in his lower body, feeling it start to rise.

After washing her hands, Yu Meijing looked up and saw Mo Zhitao staring at her chest lecherously.

"Ah." Yu Meijing quickly covered her chest with her hand, but her hand was wet, which only made her chest wetter.

"Mo Zhitao, you pervert." Yu Meijing's impression of Mo Zhitao had slightly improved, but seeing him leering at her chest, she got angry again. She felt that Jiang Huaheng's false claim was justified.

"Meijing, why are you saying that? I didn't touch you," Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

He had also gotten his hands dirty while saving the patient and was washing them at the sink.

Yu Meijing hurriedly walked away, and Lin Xiaoyong, hearing the commotion, ran over from his dormitory.

Lin Xiaoyong saw a wet handprint on Yu Meijing's chest and said angrily, "Meijing, did Mo Zhitao touch you?"

Mo Zhitao was washing his hands, and Yu Meijing had just run over from there. It must have been Mo Zhitao. Damn, he hadn't even touched such a beautiful nurse, how could he let Mo Zhitao take advantage?

"Dean, no," Yu Meijing, seeing Lin Xiaoyong staring at her chest, blushed and explained, "I did it myself."

She then deliberately rubbed her chest to show that she had just wiped her hands there.

"Phew." Lin Xiaoyong, seeing Yu Meijing touch her full chest, couldn't help it, and his nose started bleeding.

Oh, Yu Meijing's chest was too powerful. He had to find a chance to touch it and have his way with her.

"Ah, Dean, you're bleeding from the nose," Yu Meijing said worriedly.

In her eyes, the dean was a big boss, and they had to respect him.

Lin Xiaoyong touched his nose and found that he was indeed bleeding. He quickly said, "I've been a bit unwell lately, it's nothing. I'm a doctor, I can take care of it."

Lin Xiaoyong hurriedly left, not wanting others to see his embarrassment.

Seeing Lin Xiaoyong's nosebleed, Mo Zhitao couldn't help but admire Yu Meijing's charm. He had also been captivated by her touching her chest, feeling his blood boil.

He couldn't hold it anymore; he had to go to the bathroom or he would embarrass himself.

Mo Zhitao ran into the bathroom and tried to splash some water, but his lower body was uncooperative. No matter what he did, it remained hard. What was wrong with him? Why was he so easily aroused these days?

Mo Zhitao couldn't think of anything he had eaten. He remembered that night in Linhu, something red seemed to have entered his mouth, but he didn't see what it was. He felt strange, and last night he was very hot, thinking he had a fever.

Mo Zhitao looked at his lower body again. He really wanted to "beat" it down, but masturbating in the hospital would be a bizarre sight. Sigh, he splashed some cold water on his face to calm down and stop thinking about Yu Meijing's chest.

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The next day, the traffic department praised Jiang Huaheng, saying he had skillfully saved over twenty injured people in a bus accident. If not for his excellent medical skills, there would have been fatalities.

Mo Zhitao was unimpressed. At the time, Jiang Huaheng had ignored the most critical patients, planning to transfer them to the city hospital. Mo Zhitao had helped stabilize their conditions. But speaking up wouldn't help; only Yu Meijing knew the truth, and she looked like she wanted to kill him. She wouldn't testify for him unless the sun rose in the west.

Not only did the traffic department praise Jiang Huaheng, but the district health bureau also issued a commendation. According to reliable sources, Jiang Huaheng might become the deputy director.

On the third day, Mo Zhitao called Mr. Wu.

"Mr. Wu, this is Dr. Mo who treated you. It's been three days, why haven't you transferred the money to my bank account?"

"Dr. Mo, don't play with me. The medicine you gave me didn't work; my friend took it and it didn't help," Mr. Wu said angrily.

"Mr. Wu, be honest. The medicine is for you, not your friend. If your friend wants to take it, they need to pay me separately," Mo Zhitao said with a cold laugh.

Mr. Wu was a businessman, usually very cunning, so Mo Zhitao had kept a trick up his sleeve.

"Your words are useless now. We didn't see any effect, so we won't pay you," Mr. Wu said.

Honestly, Mo Zhitao's medicine had worked for him. This morning, he had even had a threesome for half an hour. Although it wasn't as good as before, it showed that Mo Zhitao had some skills.

However, he didn't want to give Mo Zhitao the 100,000 yuan, so he claimed it didn't work for him. Mo Zhitao couldn't do anything about it.

Mo Zhitao said, "So, Mr. Wu, you mean it didn't work for you?"

"Yes, it didn't work for me," Mr. Wu nodded.

"Hehe, Mr. Wu, be honest. Did it really not work for you?" Mo Zhitao said with a sinister smile.

"Yes, if there's nothing else, that's it. I'm busy," Mr. Wu didn't want to talk to Mo Zhitao anymore.

Mo Zhitao said seriously, "Mr. Wu, I forgot to tell you, the medicine is only effective until noon today. After 12 PM, if you can still last more than three minutes with a woman, I'll give you 1 million yuan."

"Dr. Mo, what do you mean? Don't trick me, I won't believe you," Mr. Wu felt Mo Zhitao was fooling him.