Chapter 26

"Does having true energy in my dantian mean I've reached the first level?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Not exactly. Having true energy doesn't mean you've reached the first level. If you can use the energy to perform acupuncture, then you've reached the first level. The strength of your true energy is also related to the time and effectiveness of using energy for acupuncture. You should slowly study the Yin-Yang Technique; it's a very profound martial art. I've practiced martial arts for 40 years and still don't dare to say my skills are very powerful. Mo Zhitao, everything about martial arts depends on your destiny and opportunities," the man in black said.

Damn, 40 years of practice? By then, wouldn't I be an old man? Mo Zhitao thought to himself.

"Senior, what level have you reached in martial arts?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"That's none of your business, but it's definitely higher than yours," the man in black said, feeling embarrassed and angry at Mo Zhitao's question.

If it weren't for his physical condition, his martial arts skills would definitely be much higher.

"You are very smart, and your future potential is high. Work hard on your martial arts," the man in black said.

"Yes, yes, Senior, I will continue practicing the Yin-Yang Technique," Mo Zhitao replied.

He continued practicing martial arts. According to what the man in black said, having energy in the dantian is not something that happens instantly; it's a process. It seems he was a bit too impatient. The man in black had practiced for 40 years.

Mo Zhitao didn't know when the man in black left. When he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, he found the man in black was gone. Mo Zhitao saw that the big bed was broken, so he had to make do with a mat on the floor. The cleaning company said they would clean the house the next day, and he could rest there at night.

Mo Zhitao didn't have much stuff, just a few clothes and some books. He could ask the cleaning company to pack and send them over. In this world, money makes things easier; they would help him pack everything comfortably.

In the morning, when Mo Zhitao arrived at the hospital, Xu Xiaohai came up to him.

"Zhitao, it's bad. Some thugs came, saying that the scar-faced man is almost dead. They are demanding compensation from the hospital and want you to pay with your life," Xu Xiaohai said anxiously.

"Hasn't the police been called? The scar-faced man is definitely faking it," Mo Zhitao said nonchalantly.

This kind of thing wasn't new to the hospital. Whether a patient was really sick or not was determined by a forensic doctor, not by the patient's claims. Yesterday, Mo Zhitao had Xu Xiaohai check the scar-faced man's medical records, and he was fine.

"Chen Dachao said the police have been called, but they haven't arrived yet. Those twenty thugs are blocking the entrance to the hospital building, and it's causing a lot of trouble," Xu Xiaohai said, worried. Previous medical disputes weren't like this, and he didn't know why this one was different.

Mo Zhitao walked inside and saw Chen Dachao smirking. "Mo Zhitao, you're back just in time. Solve this quickly. If you can't, we'll report you to the Health Bureau," Chen Dachao said, recognizing the thugs. These thugs were very troublesome, and they wanted to deal with Mo Zhitao, saving him the trouble of doing it himself.

"Chen Dachao, are you happy to see me in trouble?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Of course," Chen Dachao said, realizing he shouldn't say such things in public. He quickly changed his tone: "Who wants this to happen? If you can't solve it, we'll report it to the Health Bureau."

Lin Xiaoyong probably wanted a reason to fire Mo Zhitao, and this was it. When He Huaming found out, it wouldn't be their fault.

Mo Zhitao ignored Chen Dachao and walked towards the thugs. The scar-faced man was on a stretcher, covered with a white cloth. The thugs saw Mo Zhitao and immediately shouted, "That's Mo Zhitao, the one who beat our boss like this."

"Hehe, do you want to fight me?" Mo Zhitao looked at the thugs coldly. Some of the thugs who had been beaten by Mo Zhitao the night before were afraid and didn't dare to come closer.

"We want justice. If we don't get it here, we'll carry our boss's body to the district government for a petition," one of the thugs said, sounding educated.

Mo Zhitao said strangely, "Is the scar-faced man dead? He was fine yesterday, and the police took his statement. He was fine."

"He's dead. We demand that the hospital fire you and pay us 200,000 yuan. Then we won't petition," the thug said.

"Hehe, that's easy. If you want me to pay with my life, I'll take the scar-faced man to the crematorium and then turn myself in to the police," Mo Zhitao said, walking towards the scar-faced man.

At this moment, Xu Xiaohai handed Mo Zhitao a helmet, "Zhitao, here."

Mo Zhitao asked strangely, "Xiaohai, why are you giving me a helmet?"

"Aren't you going to fight them? Wearing a helmet will be safer. You're fighting so many of them alone," Xu Xiaohai said.

"Aren't you going to help me?" Mo Zhitao asked with a smile. Besides Xu Xiaohai, there were some male doctors and hospital security guards watching from the side.

"I, I'm not feeling well, I can't help you," Xu Xiaohai quickly backed away. Joking, so many thugs, if they hit him, he would be in trouble.

Mo Zhitao walked forward, and some of the thugs were afraid. Last night, they had iron pipes and still couldn't beat Mo Zhitao. Now, without weapons, they were even more afraid. They started to back away.

"What are you going to do?" the thug asked.

"Didn't you say the scar-faced man is dead? I want to check if it's true. If it's not, demanding my life is unreasonable," Mo Zhitao said.

"Come and see," the thug said, relieved that Mo Zhitao wasn't going to fight.

They had received a call saying that if they caused a disturbance at the hospital, they would each get 1,000 yuan, and the police and hospital staff wouldn't intervene. Indeed, they had been causing trouble for a long time, and no police sirens had been heard, and no hospital leaders had appeared to talk to them.

Mo Zhitao walked to the scar-faced man and pulled off the white cloth. The scar-faced man was lying there, not moving.

Mo Zhitao secretly laughed. As a doctor, he could tell the scar-faced man was faking it. He deliberately waved his fists at the thugs, who took a few steps back. Then, he quickly kicked the scar-faced man twice.

"Mo Zhitao, what are you doing?" the thug said angrily.

"I'm checking if the scar-faced man is dead. From the looks of it, he seems to be," Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

"Of course, our boss is dead. You need to give us an explanation," the thug said, relieved that Mo Zhitao confirmed the scar-faced man was dead.

Mo Zhitao waved to Xu Xiaohai, "Xiaohai, call the funeral home to burn the body."

The scar-faced man, covered by the white cloth, was shocked. Damn, he was still alive, and he didn't want to be cremated. How could his subordinates be so stupid to let Mo Zhitao get close? They were told that causing trouble for two hours would be enough, and someone would handle it. The thugs realized this and tried to drive Mo Zhitao away.

But Mo Zhitao, knowing the scar-faced man was faking, deliberately stepped on his body, running left and right. The scar-faced man was in pain.

"Hit him, don't let him do this to our boss," the thug said angrily.

They rushed at Mo Zhitao, and they were told that if they beat him, they would get 20,000 yuan.

Although Mo Zhitao was skilled, with so many of them, they weren't afraid.

The thugs rushed at Mo Zhitao, but he kept circling around the scar-faced man's body. When they surrounded him, Mo Zhitao stepped on the scar-faced man. This time, Mo Zhitao kicked the scar-faced man hard in the front.

"Ah, it hurts so much," the scar-faced man couldn't bear it anymore and sat up. He was afraid he would die if he kept faking it. Mo Zhitao's kick was very heavy, and he felt like something important was about to be crushed.

The thugs were stunned by the scar-faced man's scream. Why couldn't he keep faking it for a bit longer? If they could last two hours, they would each get 1,000 yuan.

"Boss, why did you wake up?" a thug whispered to the scar-faced man.

"Damn, try being stepped on and see how it feels. It hurts so much, I want to beat Mo Zhitao to death," the scar-faced man cursed his subordinates.

Mo Zhitao backed away, and the thugs rushed at him. Mo Zhitao cleverly ran to Chen Dachao, "Deputy Director Chen, quickly stop them. They are deliberately trying to scam the hospital."

Saying this, Mo Zhitao deliberately pushed Chen Dachao forward.

The thugs saw Chen Dachao coming and heard Mo Zhitao say he would beat them, so they immediately started punching Chen Dachao.

"Bang, bang, bang." Chen Dachao was surrounded and beaten, and his face quickly swelled up.

"Help, help, someone help," Chen Dachao screamed in pain.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, Director Chen. Evil cannot overcome good. You must defeat them," Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

Because Chen Dachao was being beaten, the security guards couldn't stand by anymore. Earlier, Chen Dachao had told them not to get involved with Mo Zhitao, but now the situation was different.

When the security guards rescued Chen Dachao, they found his eyes swollen like lanterns.

"Mo Zhitao, you damn it, you pushed me to be beaten?" Chen Dachao said, covering his eyes in anger.

"Director Chen, why are you saying that? When I saw those people beating me, I naturally had to dodge. Should I let them beat me?" Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

"I think you should call the police. Didn't you refuse to call them earlier?"

"You, how did you know?" Chen Dachao said, realizing he had made a mistake.