Chapter 27

Not long after Chen Dachao finished his phone call, the sound of sirens could be heard outside. The pockmarked man was not actually hurt, and they had even beaten up Chen Dachao, so when they saw the police coming, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

"Director Chen, what happened?" Li Xiong arrived with the police. Since this was his jurisdiction and Chen Dachao had called him, he had to come. Normally, the hospital was also quite good to their police station.

"Damn it, I was beaten by those hooligans," Chen Dachao said angrily.

However, he also knew that offending those hooligans would not do him any good. Those people usually did nothing, and if he provoked them, he would not come out on top. "There's nothing now, they're gone."

"Alright, then I'll take my men back," Li Xiong said.

"Chief Li, I'll call you at noon," Chen Dachao hinted. Since the police had deliberately delayed their response, he had to invite them to lunch, and the hospital would foot the bill anyway.

Li Xiong nodded and left. When Chen Dachao saw Mo Zhitao smirking, he was furious. However, since Mo Zhitao was not the one who beat him, he had no way to deal with him.

At this moment, Lin Xiaoyong arrived with people from the Health Bureau. Seeing that no one was causing trouble in the hospital, he was puzzled.

"Chen Dachao, what's going on? Didn't you say someone was causing trouble?" Lin Xiaoyong had also received Chen Dachao's call, thinking he could take the opportunity to deal with Mo Zhitao, but he did not see anyone causing trouble.

"Director, the pockmarked man was pretending to be dead, and Mo Zhitao found out. They also beat me up," Chen Dachao said, letting go of his hand that was covering his eyes.

Lin Xiaoyong was startled when he saw Chen Dachao's eye. "You go and get someone to help reduce the swelling. I'll accompany the Health Bureau leaders to take a look around the hospital," Lin Xiaoyong said helplessly.

Mo Zhitao went to the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department. He was now focusing on TCM and wanted to stay in this department.

However, when he entered, he saw some doctors and nurses gathered around a notice. He went over to look and found that it was a notice from the hospital to dissolve the TCM department, with the TCM doctors and nurses to be reassigned to other departments.

One doctor said, "This is good. Our TCM department is almost defunct, with few patients coming in each month. I've been applying to transfer to other departments for a long time, but the director has always refused."

"Yeah, after we transfer to other departments, our monthly bonuses will definitely not decrease. The internal medicine department is short of staff now," other doctors and nurses chimed in happily.

Mo Zhitao saw that the TCM department head, Zhang Song, was sitting in his office, looking dejected. He walked in and said, "Director Zhang, what's wrong?"

In terms of TCM experience, Zhang Song was the best in the People's Hospital. He was 50 years old this year.

"Ah, Zhitao, I feel uncomfortable seeing this notice from the hospital. TCM is our traditional medicine, our national treasure. How can it be dissolved so easily?" Zhang Song said unhappily.

"I see the doctors and nurses outside are very happy," Mo Zhitao said.

"They are all focused on money. They even look down on themselves, saying Western medicine is better. How can they concentrate on treating patients?" Zhang Song said helplessly. Nowadays, many people do not believe in TCM and prefer Western medicine, which makes them very frustrated. He had been in the TCM department for over 20 years, and the idea of retiring like this made him very uncomfortable.

Mo Zhitao said, "Director Zhang, I was thinking of applying to transfer to the TCM department, but I didn't expect it to be closing."

"I've already talked to Director Lin, but he scolded me, saying I didn't do a good job. The TCM department has been losing money for a year, and our doctors and nurses have been getting paid for nothing. I am useless; I cannot promote our TCM," Zhang Song said, becoming more and more sad. He thought of the wish his teacher had once told him and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Well, well, Director Zhang, you should go talk to the leaders of the Health Bureau and see what they say," Mo Zhitao said.

"It's no use. Nowadays, officials protect each other," Zhang Song shook his head. Realizing he had lost his composure, he quickly stood up and went to the restroom to wash his face. Seeing this, Mo Zhitao left.

In the afternoon, Mo Zhitao received a call from the housekeeping company, saying that his room had been cleaned and he should come to inspect it.

Since Mo Zhitao had nothing to do at the hospital, he took a motorcycle taxi to his new home.

When he arrived, Mo Zhitao saw a beautiful girl sitting in the room, wearing a housekeeping uniform, a pair of pink stretch jeans that made her legs look long and straight, a clear and pure face, and a green hat on her head. If Mo Zhitao hadn't seen the housekeeping uniform, he would have thought a fairy had flown in.

"Hello, are you Mr. Mo?" The girl saw Mo Zhitao open the door with a key and quickly stood up. She had been watching TV, with her crystal-clear feet resting on the coffee table, which made Mo Zhitao's eyes light up.

"My name is Yang Liumei, from the housekeeping company. The manager asked me to stay. If you are satisfied, you need to pay the remaining balance."

Mo Zhitao inspected the room and found it was very well cleaned. "Okay, no problem. Here's 5000 yuan."

The manager of the housekeeping company had already told Mo Zhitao to pay the remaining balance to the housekeeper who stayed.

"Mr. Mo, if you need me to clean for you in the future, you can call me. My fees are not high," Yang Liumei said, her face turning red.

These housekeepers sometimes secretly take on additional jobs. For a house as big as Mo Zhitao's, if she came to clean occasionally, she could earn some extra money.

Mo Zhitao felt a liking for such a beautiful girl. Since he needed a housekeeper to clean once a week, he thought it would be better to hire this beauty rather than some older women, as it would be more pleasant to look at.

"Liumei, you look very young. Are you still in school? Are you a child laborer?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"No, I finished junior high school and couldn't afford to continue. I came out to work with people from my village. I'm already 19 years old," Yang Liumei said quickly.

"Alright, you can clean for me once a week, four times a month. How much would that be?" Mo Zhitao asked.

Yang Liumei quickly calculated. "Boss, how about 800 yuan a month? Is that okay?"

Since it was a private deal, if Mo Zhitao didn't haggle too much, she would agree to 600 or 700 yuan.

"Alright, let's agree on that. We'll settle once a month. Starting now, you can come to clean for me in about a week," Mo Zhitao said. He wasn't very clear about money, but it seemed reasonable. For such a big house, it would be impossible to manage without someone to clean.

"Can I use the bathroom?" Yang Liumei said, blushing. She wanted to leave but thought it would take some time to get back to the company, and she was in a hurry to go.

"Sure, go ahead. You're like a co-owner here," Mo Zhitao waved his hand.

Yang Liumei quickly ran into the bathroom. Whether it was the loud water or Mo Zhitao's good hearing, he heard the sound of her taking off her pants, followed by the sound of water.

Hearing the water, Mo Zhitao, sitting on the sofa, felt a sinking sensation below, and a burning heat rose from his lower body to his throat. The sound of Yang Liumei using the bathroom was so loud that it made him feel hot and bothered.

Not long after, Yang Liumei hurriedly came out, feeling a bit embarrassed to use the bathroom in front of the owner. She wanted to say goodbye to Mo Zhitao and leave, but she tripped and fell towards him.

"Ah!" Yang Liumei cried out in panic.

Seeing Yang Liume fall towards him, Mo Zhitao quickly stood up to catch her. He quickly hugged her, but his hand accidentally touched her soft chest, which made his heart flutter.

To be honest, whether it was the former Cheng Zhifeng or the current Mo Zhitao, he was still a novice and not yet a man, so he couldn't help but pinch her.

"Ah!" Yang Liumei, regaining her senses, pushed Mo Zhitao away in fear.

"This, this, Liumei, I didn't mean to. You tripped, and I was just trying to help you," Mo Zhitao quickly explained.

Yang Liumei knew she had tripped because she was in a hurry, and Mo Zhitao was just trying to help her. She didn't expect it to turn out this way. Seeing how handsome and rich Mo Zhitao was, she wondered if he was married. Thinking about this, her face turned even redder.

"Boss, I, I'm leaving. Don't tell anyone I came to work for you. I don't want the housekeeping company to know."

Mo Zhitao nodded in understanding. "Liumei, don't worry. I know what to say."

Sure enough, after Yang Liumei returned the money to the company, the manager asked Mo Zhitao if he wanted to hire a housekeeper. They would send someone, and the fees were very cheap. However, since Mo Zhitao had already agreed with Yang Liumei, he refused.

Seven days later, Han Lifang called Mo Zhitao, saying that He Shiyu's asthma had not flared up in the past few days. She wanted to take He Shiyu to the hospital for a follow-up visit and asked if Mo Zhitao was available.

Mo Zhitao told Han Lifang to come in the morning, and he would return to the hospital. Since Lin Xiaoyong and the others were not on good terms with him, he didn't want to go to the hospital.

When Mo Zhitao returned to the hospital, he saw Zhang Song looking dejected, pulling a handcart as if he was going somewhere.

"Director Zhang, where are you going?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Zhitao, don't call me Director anymore. I'm not a director now. I'm just a pharmacy staff member. Ah..." Zhang Song's eyes turned red as he spoke.

He had argued with Lin Xiaoyong, and unexpectedly, Lin Xiaoyong had retaliated by demoting him to the pharmacy, stripping him of his position.