Chapter 28

Mo Zhitao was very angry after learning about Zhang Song's situation. He was a graduate student of traditional Chinese medicine (TCM), and how could he let TCM fall to such a state? Moreover, Zhang Song's TCM skills were also quite good, yet he was forced by Lin Xiaoyong to work in the pharmacy.

No, I must not let them succeed. Mo Zhitao thought to himself.

When Mo Zhitao arrived at the medical room, he saw Han Lifang, He Shiyu, Lin Xiaoyong, and the district health bureau chief Gong Chunwen there.

Seeing Mo Zhitao appear, Lin Xiaoyong said angrily, "Mo Zhitao, where have you been? It's working hours now, why aren't you at the hospital?"

Lin Xiaoyong deliberately spoke ill of Mo Zhitao in front of Han Lifang and Gong Chunwen.

"Hehe, Dean Lin, didn't you suspend my duty and not let me treat patients?" Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

"So, it doesn't matter whether I come to work or not."

"You, you..." Lin Xiaoyong did not expect Mo Zhitao to be so bold, daring to speak ill of him in front of so many people.

Han Lifang hurriedly said, "Alright, Dean Lin, don't say anymore. Doctor Mo, please help Shiyu."

Mo Zhitao nodded. He also wanted to see how He Shiyu's condition was. He first took He Shiyu's pulse and then asked, "Auntie, has Miss He not had an attack these past few days?"

"Yes, nothing at all," Han Lifang nodded.

"If she hasn't had an attack, it means she is fine now," Mo Zhitao said.

"Doctor Mo, do you mean Shiyu won't have asthma anymore?" Han Lifang said excitedly.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "Miss He's previous illness is cured, but I can't guarantee whether she will have it again in the future. Just like when I cure a patient's cold, I can't say they won't have a cold again. I treat this particular illness, and Miss He's current illness is cured."

"Thank you, Doctor Mo," Han Lifang said happily.

"By the way, Doctor Mo, this is a small token of our gratitude." Han Lifang handed ten thousand yuan to Mo Zhitao.

"Auntie, the fees should still be collected by Dean Lin according to the hospital's regulations. Besides, I'm about to be fired by Dean Lin anyway," Mo Zhitao waved his hand.

"What? Dean Lin, why do you want to fire Doctor Mo? Doctors like him are rare nowadays. I took Shiyu to the provincial hospital, but they couldn't cure her, and it cost a lot of money," Han Lifang thought Mo Zhitao had a good character.

A doctor with such good character and skills, and Lin Xiaoyong wants to fire him? Thinking of this, Han Lifang looked at Gong Chunwen.

Seeing the party secretary's wife speak, Gong Chunwen immediately expressed his stance.

"Xiaoyong, Doctor Mo's skills are so good, why do you want to fire him?" Gong Chunwen winked at Lin Xiaoyong.

Lin Xiaoyong understood Gong Chunwen's meaning and said, "No, it's just that Doctor Mo specializes in TCM, and our hospital doesn't have a TCM department anymore. I think the health bureau can transfer Doctor Mo to the TCM hospital."

Damn, I don't want a troublemaker like Mo Zhitao. It's best to kick him out. Now that Mo Zhitao has cured He Shiyu's asthma, Han Lifang will definitely have a good impression of him.

"Chief, actually, our hospital's TCM department doesn't need to be abolished. I can treat patients in the TCM department," Mo Zhitao said.

"Mo Zhitao, do you know? The TCM department has no patients, and our hospital is losing money there. If this continues, we won't have money to pay our staff next month," Lin Xiaoyong said angrily.

"Chief, how about this? I will apply to work in the TCM department. I don't want the hospital's salary; I'll just take the bonus for treating patients," Mo Zhitao said.

"Auntie, what do you think? TCM is a traditional Chinese medicine with unique effects in treating diseases. Look, I cured Miss He's illness."

Han Lifang nodded and said, "Chief Gong, Doctor Mo's skills are very good. If he doesn't treat patients, it will be a loss for our hospital. What do you think about letting him treat patients in the TCM department?"

Han Lifang, being the party secretary's wife, understood the political struggles. Normally, she wouldn't get involved, but since Mo Zhitao cured He Shiyu's illness, she owed him a favor. Now was the perfect time to repay it.

Seeing Han Lifang speak, Gong Chunwen dared not disagree. It was said that He Huaming sometimes listened to Han Lifang. If He Huaming wanted to remove him, it would be easy, and many people were eyeing his position.

"En, Mrs. He is right. Doctor Mo's skills are very good, and he should treat patients in the TCM department. Xiaoyong, you need to handle this properly."

"Yes," Lin Xiaoyong nodded helplessly. He had already taken two million yuan from Song Ziqi, and now he was being asked to give it back, which made him very angry.

Han Lifang said to He Shiyu, "Shiyu, you haven't thanked Doctor Mo yet."

He Shiyu glanced at Mo Zhitao. She was still upset about the time Mo Zhitao took advantage of her. But the fact that he cured her illness was undeniable. Fine, let's call it even.

"Thank you, Doctor Mo," He Shiyu said.

"En, Miss He, you're welcome," Mo Zhitao waved his hand. "If you feel unwell in the future, you can come to the hospital to see me."

He Shiyu glared at Mo Zhitao. This scoundrel, he wants to see my body again. I won't be that foolish; I'll find someone else to treat me.

After seeing Han Lifang and the others off, Lin Xiaoyong wanted to return to his office, but Mo Zhitao stopped him.

"Dean Lin, when will the TCM department issue be resolved? Otherwise, if Mrs. He asks, I won't know how to answer," Mo Zhitao said.

Seeing Mo Zhitao use Han Lifang to pressure him, Lin Xiaoyong was very angry.

"Mo Zhitao, we have already reassigned the TCM department staff. I'll ask this afternoon who is willing to go to the TCM department. If no one is willing to go, it might not be good for you to be there alone," Lin Xiaoyong said with a sinister tone. There are policies from above, and there are countermeasures from below. You, Mo Zhitao, are so capable, but if no one goes with you to the TCM department, it won't work.

"Alright, ask around," Mo Zhitao knew what Lin Xiaoyong was up to. A department can't have only one person working. But he didn't believe that none of the TCM department doctors and nurses would be willing to come.

In the afternoon, Mo Zhitao learned that the TCM department doctors and nurses were unwilling to stay in the TCM department. They were already working in other departments.

Seeing so many patients in those departments and the substantial bonuses they received each month, they wouldn't be willing to go. Mo Zhitao understood that this was definitely related to Lin Xiaoyong. He deliberately told the TCM department staff that no one should be afraid of Lin Xiaoyong.

Mo Zhitao found Xu Xiaohai, "Xiaohai, will you go with me to the TCM department?"

"Zhitao, everyone in the hospital knows you're going to the TCM department, but I'm not a TCM specialist. Going there won't help. Besides, Lin Xiaoyong has said that those who go to the TCM department won't get a salary, only bonuses based on the number of patients treated. Don't drag me into this," Xu Xiaohai said with a bitter face.

Hearing Xu Xiaohai's words, Mo Zhitao realized that his bold promise had led to no one daring to go to the TCM department.

"Alright," Mo Zhitao nodded. Without anyone to join him, the TCM department couldn't be retained.

Mo Zhitao walked out of the hospital building, and someone approached him, "Zhitao."

It was Zhang Song.

"Director Zhang, it's you," Mo Zhitao said.

"I heard you want to go to the TCM department to promote TCM?" Zhang Song said excitedly.

"Yes, I had that idea, but no one is willing to go with me," Mo Zhitao said with a bitter face.

Zhang Song said, "I can go with you."

"Director Zhang, Lin Xiaoyong has said that there will be no salary in the TCM department, only bonuses based on the number of patients treated," Mo Zhitao didn't want to involve Zhang Song.

"That's not a problem, Zhitao. I don't want our TCM to decline. As long as we persist, we will have a bright future," Zhang Song said firmly.

Hearing Zhang Song's words, Mo Zhitao smiled and said, "Director Zhang, rest assured. I promise that you will earn at least as much as you did before."

"Zhitao, I don't care about that. TCM is so good, but it is misunderstood. As TCM doctors, we can't let TCM decline. I feel guilty," Zhang Song said, tears streaming down his face.

Seeing this, Mo Zhitao was moved. In his eyes, Director Zhang was usually a serious person who rarely showed emotion. Now, seeing him so emotional about promoting TCM, Mo Zhitao was determined to make the TCM department a brand in Macheng District.

"We just need to find a nurse," Mo Zhitao said.

A doctor is needed, but a nurse is also required to handle registration and other tasks. Otherwise, the doctor would be too busy to focus on treating patients.

"That's not a problem. I'll go find Meijing and ask her to come to the TCM department," Zhang Song said.

"Yu Meijing? Will she come?" Mo Zhitao was skeptical. That night, he saw Yu Meijing go out to eat and drink with Lin Xiaoyong and others, and she had a new phone. How would a girl like her be willing to work in the TCM department?

"I'm her uncle, and I helped her get into the hospital. She will listen to me," Zhang Song said confidently.

Sure enough, Zhang Song was right. Near the end of the workday, Yu Meijing stormed into the TCM department, looking for Mo Zhitao.

"Mo Zhitao, you are despicable and low. You made my uncle force me to come to the TCM department to chase after me."

"This has nothing to do with me," Mo Zhitao said. "You can choose not to come."

"You are despicable. You know I listen to my uncle the most. I won't let you off," Yu Meijing said angrily and turned to leave.

Now, everyone in the hospital knew that the TCM department was a difficult place. Lin Xiaoyong had also said that anyone who went to the TCM department would be in trouble. Even if the department performed well, Lin Xiaoyong would make it impossible for them to stay in the hospital. But she had no choice; her uncle had ordered her to go.