Chapter 29

Mozhitao did not give Lin Xiaoyong any room for maneuver. The next day, he pulled Zhang Song to start working in the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department. Since there were only the three of them, the large floor felt empty. The whole morning passed without a single patient.

Zhang Song said with a bitter face, "Zhitao, it seems we still can't retain TCM."

"Uncle, I told you, the TCM department won't work," Yu Meijing said dejectedly.

"Let's leave here. My relationship with Director Jiang is good. I'll talk to him, and we'll go to the internal medicine department."

Zhang Song glared at Yu Meijing angrily, "If you want to leave, go by yourself. I don't need your help."

"Yes, Meijing, your uncle wants to promote TCM. If you don't help, that's fine, but don't discourage us," Mozhitao said with a smile.

"Hmph, of course I'll help my uncle," Yu Meijing retorted, seeing Mozhitao fanning the flames.

At the time, Zhang Song had lent her money for her education, and he had also helped her find this job. How could she not help him?

"Let's go, it's noon. We'll go to the cafeteria for lunch," Mozhitao called out to Zhang Song and the others. "There might be patients in the afternoon."

Mozhitao was not discouraged. He was not incompetent; it was just that no patients were coming. As long as he could get patients to come, the TCM department would become more and more renowned.

In the cafeteria, when Jiang Huaheng saw Mozhitao, he loudly said, "Our TCM master is here. I wonder how many patients you saw today?"

"Jiang Huaheng, everything is difficult at the beginning. Don't mock us," Mozhitao said casually, patting Jiang Huaheng twice.

Not long after Mozhitao left, Jiang Huaheng started to fart. Everyone was eating nearby, and seeing Jiang Huaheng's loud and smelly farts, they all frowned.

However, since Jiang Huaheng was the director and was rumored to be about to become the deputy director, they did not dare to leave with their lunch boxes. But Jiang Huaheng continued to fart three times in a row, and the sound made some of the female nurses giggle.

Jiang Huaheng kept farting, and no one dared to sit next to him. Jiang Huaheng was secretly puzzled. He was fine just a moment ago, so why was he farting non-stop now? Just as he was thinking, he let out another loud fart and could not sit down anymore. He quickly grabbed his lunch box and ran out of the cafeteria.

"Hahaha, Jiang Huaheng's farts are quite loud," Chen Dachao laughed loudly. Jiang Huaheng was trying to take his position as the first deputy director, and he would not be lenient. He would seize any opportunity to strike back at Jiang Huaheng.

In the afternoon, Mozhitao still saw no one coming to the TCM department. He was puzzled and said goodbye to Zhang Song before going downstairs.

When he reached the first floor, he saw a security guard blocking patients and asking them questions. Even if someone said they were going to the TCM department, the guard would say there were no doctors there and suggested they see a Western doctor instead. Damn, he was playing dirty.

Mozhitao angrily walked over and slapped the security guard. "Why did you hit me?"

The security guard felt guilty when he saw Mozhitao.

Chen Dachao had called him over and told him to guard the first floor and prevent patients from going to the TCM department. He did not expect Mozhitao to discover this.

"Hehehe, security guard, I was thinking of giving you a slap. Since you don't know what's right, I'll show you what's wrong."

Mozhitao kicked the security guard three times, and the guard lay on the ground, screaming, "Help! A doctor is hitting me!"

The security guard shouted loudly, and soon Chen Dachao and the others arrived.

"Mozhitao, why did you hit someone?" Chen Dachao asked angrily.

Mozhitao leaned down and whispered to the security guard, "Security guard, I've already made you unable to move. If you don't tell the truth, you'll never move again."

After saying that, Mozhitao stood up and walked to the side, silent. He had already inserted two needles into the security guard.

The security guard did not believe Mozhitao, but when he tried to get up, he found that his limbs really could not move.

"Chen Dachao, the security guard was preventing patients from going to the TCM department. Shouldn't I have hit him? If I find out who ordered him, I'll hit that person too," Mozhitao said.

"How could someone order him to do that?" Chen Dachao said guiltily.

"Call the police and have them handle it. The security guard seems to be seriously injured and can't move, almost dying," Chen Dachao said, secretly pleased. Lin Xiaoyong had told him to find an opportunity to deal with Mozhitao, and now he had one.

But the security guard, realizing he could not move, called out in fear, "Doctor Mo, please let me go. It was Deputy Director Chen Dachao who told me to do this. He said he would give me a hundred yuan for each day I did it."

Work is important, but life is more important.

"You, you're lying," Chen Dachao shouted angrily.

In a flash, Mozhitao rushed to Chen Dachao and slapped him.

"Slap..." Chen Dachao was slapped to the ground by Mozhitao.

Although Mozhitao had not yet cultivated true qi from the Yin-Yang Technique, he felt his body was much stronger. Martial arts are martial arts; hitting someone with a slap was much faster.

"You, you dare to hit me?" Chen Dachao could not believe his eyes. In the District People's Hospital, no one dared to offend him except Lin Xiaoyong. But now, Mozhitao dared to hit him.

"Of course, I hit you. Why are you preventing patients from coming to our TCM department? Is this how a deputy director behaves? Is Director Lin here? If not, we'll go to the District Committee to reason with them," Mozhitao said coldly.

He had held back a bit with that slap, not knocking out Chen Dachao's teeth, but there was a clear handprint on his face.

"What's going on?" Lin Xiaoyong heard the commotion downstairs and ran down. When he heard the security guard say again that Chen Dachao had ordered him to prevent patients from going to the TCM department, his face changed. The security guard was so cowardly, confessing after just a few hits from Mozhitao.

Mozhitao looked at Lin Xiaoyong and asked, "Director Lin, Chen Dachao is disrupting the hospital's normal operations. Shouldn't we report this to the Health Bureau and have him removed from his position?"

"This matter needs to be investigated. We can't make a decision based on the security guard's words alone," Lin Xiaoyong said.

"Director, Mozhitao hit me. Call the police to arrest him. The evidence is on my face," Chen Dachao said, pointing to the handprint on his face.

Lin Xiaoyong said, "This matter is temporarily on hold. Everyone, go back to work. Mozhitao, I'll give you a month. If the TCM department is still losing money after a month, I will close it."

"That's fine, but if someone still stands downstairs to prevent patients from coming to the TCM department, I won't be lenient," Mozhitao said coldly, scanning the people around him. The doctors and nurses did not dare to do such a thing, seeing how the security guard had been beaten by Mozhitao.

Mozhitao secretly removed the needles from the security guard. When the guard found he could move again, he quickly got up and left. Offending Chen Dachao meant he could not stay in the hospital.

Mozhitao returned upstairs and told Zhang Song what had happened. Zhang Song was angry.

"Chen Dachao is despicable. We need to send someone to guard the first floor. Meijing, you go down," Zhang Song said.

"Director Zhang, we don't need to do that for now. If they still try to sabotage us, I'll make a big fuss," Mozhitao shook his head.

After what had just happened, no one would dare to try such a small trick unless they were brain-dead.

Not long after, two patients came to see the doctor, both with minor illnesses. But it was still a good start for the day, and Mozhitao and Zhang Song carefully took their pulses and prescribed medicine.

In the director's office, Chen Dachao said resentfully, "Director, Mozhitao hit me. I have to get rid of him."

"Dachao, the security guard testified against you. Just bear with it for now," Lin Xiaoyong said.

"Damn, that security guard is too despicable. He's so cowardly, I'll fire him," Chen Dachao said angrily.

"Be more careful in the future. If you want to sabotage someone, use some skill and don't get caught," Lin Xiaoyong waved Chen Dachao away.

After a while, Lin Xiaoyong called Song Ziqi, "Manager Song, the TCM department is open again. I'll return that thing to you."

"Director Lin, what's going on? Didn't you issue a notice to close it?" Song Ziqi asked curiously.

"It's all because of Mozhitao. It was supposed to be closed," Lin Xiaoyong explained the situation to Song Ziqi.

"Ha ha ha, Director Lin, this is a small matter. I think Mozhitao won't last long. Take the money for now. We are friends, and you will definitely make us satisfied in the future," Song Ziqi said with a smile.

"Alright, I'll give him a month. If the TCM department is still losing money, he'll have to close it," Lin Xiaoyong said with a sinister smile.

"Manager Song, rest assured. With me obstructing them, they will definitely lose money."

"Good." Song Ziqi hung up and dialed another number, "Boss, there's a small problem at the Maqu District People's Hospital. A person named Mozhitao is obstructing our plans."

"Whoever it is, we can't let them go. Mozhitao, is it? I understand. I'll arrange for someone to handle it," the boss said coldly.

An ambulance pulled into the Maqu District People's Hospital, bringing a critical patient. When Jiang Huaheng heard the ambulance, he quickly led the doctors and nurses out.

But when Jiang Huaheng and the others examined the patient and questioned the family, they frowned. The patient had a stroke and had a history of the condition. Unfortunately, the hospital did not have advanced vascular imaging equipment, which could have been used for thrombolysis to help the patient recover.

The best time to treat a stroke is within 6 hours, and there were still two hours left. It was still possible to get to the city in time for treatment.

"Xiaohai, take the patient to the TCM department. Tell Mozhitao that we are not petty. We will share patients with them. Whether he can treat the patient is up to his skills," Jiang Huaheng said to Xu Xiaohai with a sinister smile.

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