Chapter 30

"WHAT? Director Jiang, the patient is critically ill, we can't afford to waste time," Xu Xiaohai said anxiously.

He knew that Jiang Huaheng and Mo Zhitao were in a secret conflict, but no matter how they fought, they shouldn't use the patient as a pawn.

This patient was having a second episode, and if not treated within six hours, the best treatment window would be lost, possibly leading to permanent paralysis or even death. At that point, the patient's family would certainly cause a commotion at the hospital.

Suddenly, Xu Xiaohai understood. Jiang Huaheng wanted the patient's family to cause a commotion so that Mo Zhitao would be forced out of the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department.

"Xu Xiaohai, didn't Mo Zhitao say that TCM is very powerful and a national treasure? Let them treat the patient," Jiang Huaheng glared at Xu Xiaohai.

With no choice, Xu Xiaohai and the other nurses had to take the patient to the TCM department. Zhang Song and Mo Zhitao were about to leave for the day, but they didn't expect a patient to come in. They were in the "entrepreneurial" phase, so more patients were better.

"Zhitao, come here for a moment," Xu Xiaohai pulled Mo Zhitao aside and explained the situation.

"Zhitao, quickly send the patient to the city hospital, or something might happen," Xu Xiaohai said worriedly.

"Xiaohai, what should I do now?" Mo Zhitao said coldly.

"A doctor's heart is like that of a parent. Jiang Huaheng is afraid of trouble and is pushing the patient away, but I'm not like that. I will treat the patient. You should leave, or Jiang Huaheng will make things difficult for you. I'll handle this."

When Mo Zhitao returned to the ward, Zhang Song was standing there with a frown. He also told Mo Zhitao what Xu Xiaohai had said. He thought about sending the patient to the city hospital, even if it meant losing face, but he couldn't let the patient suffer.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "Director Zhang, let me handle it. I have confidence in treating him. Meijing, you watch the door. I need to treat the patient, and no one else should come in."

Mo Zhitao made Zhang Song and the others leave, leaving only him and the patient in the ward.

He was about to perform acupuncture and didn't want anyone to watch. Especially, if the flow needle technique was seen by people like Xiao Rufeng, they might suspect his identity.

The patient was already in a deep coma, and if not treated soon, the consequences would be severe, and the villains like Jiang Huaheng would be even more pleased.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any true qi in his body. Otherwise, using qi to perform acupuncture would have been even more effective. During his lunch break, Mo Zhitao had practiced the Yin-Yang Technique, but his dantian still had no qi.

Mo Zhitao began the acupuncture, inserting needles into the patient's Baihui, Guanyuan, Taichong, and Shenque acupoints.

After half an hour, Mo Zhitao slowly removed the needles. He had already taken the patient's pulse and knew which cerebral blood vessels were blocked, so he targeted those areas to unblock the patient's cerebral blood vessels. The patient should be fine now.

When Mo Zhitao, exhausted, opened the ward door and walked out, Yu Meijing was still standing there, guarding the door.

Seeing Mo Zhitao's face covered in sweat, she felt a bit heartbroken.

Yu Meijing handed him a towel and asked worriedly, "Doctor Mo, how is the patient?"

Earlier, she had heard from her uncle that the patient's condition was very serious. Even if they were taken to the city hospital, they might not be saved, and even if they were, they would have aftereffects. Mo Zhitao was just a small doctor at the district hospital, so he probably couldn't save the patient.

"Nothing to worry about, the patient will wake up in half an hour," Mo Zhitao took the towel and gently wiped the sweat from his face. The towel had a faint fragrance, probably from being held by Yu Meijing.

"Really nothing to worry about?" Yu Meijing couldn't believe it. The last time she saw Mo Zhitao treating a patient, he seemed quite skilled, but she didn't expect him to be this good.

The medical staff were very clear about the patient's condition. "What's the specific situation?" Hearing Yu Meijing's voice, Zhang Song and the patient's family came over.

Mo Zhitao said, "I temporarily unblocked the blocked blood vessels. The patient will wake up in half an hour. Then, I'll prescribe some medicine to remove the wind pathogen from his body."

"Doctor, thank you so much," the patient's family said gratefully.

After writing the prescription, Mo Zhitao asked one of the family members to get the medicine from the pharmacy. In the past, there was someone in the TCM department who would prepare the medicine, but now that the department was dissolved, the family had to do it themselves.

Half an hour later, the patient indeed woke up, and his mind was clear. He could even speak. Yu Meijing looked at Mo Zhitao with a different expression.

"Let's go, it's time to finish our shift. Let the family take care of them. I'll give the patient another acupuncture session tomorrow and have him take seven days of Chinese medicine. He should be able to walk normally and be discharged," Mo Zhitao said to Zhang Song. "It's so late, let me treat you to some late-night snacks."

"How did you do it, Zhitao?" Zhang Song asked.

"Can you tell which cerebral blood vessels are blocked?" Zhang Song tried, but he didn't have that skill.

"Hehe, I just got lucky," Mo Zhitao laughed, but he had used the pulse diagnosis technique from the Yin-Yang Medical Classic, which was very powerful.

Yu Meijing said happily, "If Doctor Mo can cure this patient, it will be a living advertisement, and many patients will come to see Doctor Mo."

"Meijing, does that mean you don't want to transfer departments?" Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing. She was very beautiful, especially with her bright eyes that had a mischievous glint, making him want to kiss her.

Seeing Mo Zhitao looking at her, Yu Meijing quickly said, "Doctor Mo, you're now the head of the TCM department, so you should treat us to late-night snacks."

"Alright, let's go to the Old Buddy BBQ stand," Mo Zhitao said nonchalantly.

Zhang Song lived in the hospital and rode out on a motorcycle. Mo Zhitao let Yu Meijing ride with Zhang Song and took a motorcycle taxi to the BBQ stand.

When Mo Zhitao arrived, he saw a few men talking to Yu Meijing, and she looked very angry.

Mo Zhitao knew Yu Meijing was being harassed. He walked up and saw it was Ma Lian.

He couldn't help but yell, "Ma Lian, are you looking for a fight?"

"Who the hell called my name?" Ma Lian turned around, and when he saw Mo Zhitao, his face changed. He then smiled slyly, "Oh, it's Doctor Mo. I didn't know this was your girlfriend. I apologize, we'll leave, we'll leave." Ma Lian was afraid of Mo Zhitao after being beaten by him and didn't dare to provoke him.

"Zhitao, I heard you beat him up last time?" Zhang Song asked.

Earlier, he was very worried when he encountered these thugs but couldn't do anything about them.

"Yes, they were bullying me," Mo Zhitao said.

"Be careful, they're not good people and might seek revenge," Yu Meijing said worriedly.

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing and smiled, "Meijing, are you worried about me?"

"Hmph, I'm not worried about you," Yu Meijing said, blushing.

Mo Zhitao was a bit of a rogue, though he was handsome, she wouldn't consider being his girlfriend.

After everyone was full, Zhang Song drove Yu Meijing back to her rental place. Mo Zhitao also returned to his new home and practiced the Yin-Yang Technique in the villa. When he was tired and opened his eyes, he saw a man in black standing in front of him.

"Senior, how did you get in?" Mo Zhitao asked curiously. His door was locked, and his building was 18 stories high. Did the man in black fly in?

"Don't worry about that. How is your practice going? Do you have any true qi in your dantian?" the man in black asked.

"No, I don't feel anything," Mo Zhitao shook his head.

"You need to practice harder. Generally, if you can generate true qi within a month, it means you have the potential to practice martial arts. If you can't, then it's useless to practice," the man in black said, sounding a bit discouraged.

He thought that after eating the body of the Golden Dragon Snake, Mo Zhitao would have a significant improvement in his practice, but it turned out to be even slower than an average person. It seemed his wish couldn't be fulfilled. He didn't have much time, and their sect would be buried. The man in black felt increasingly dejected.

Mo Zhitao nodded and said, "Senior, don't worry. I've been practicing hard. I even practice secretly during my lunch break."

The man in black told Mo Zhitao to continue practicing, then opened the window and jumped out. Mo Zhitao was shocked to see the man in black jump from the 18th floor. Even if his practice wasn't good, the man in black didn't need to jump to his death out of sadness.

Mo Zhitao rushed to the window and looked down. He saw a black shadow floating down, stopping at the edge of a floor, and then continuing to float.

Heaven, is this lightness skill? It's amazing. Mo Zhitao was secretly excited. If he could be as skilled as the man in black, he could investigate his own death more directly.

In the morning, Mo Zhitao got up, brushed his teeth, and ran out.

He lived alone, so no one made breakfast for him. He had to buy breakfast outside. Mo Zhitao left the neighborhood and ran towards the bus stop. It was still early, and there were few pedestrians on the street. He planned to buy breakfast near the hospital.

Suddenly, a black unlicensed car rushed from the right, accelerating like a galloping wild horse towards Mo Zhitao.

Hearing the car, Mo Zhitao turned his head, but it was too late. The car hit Mo Zhitao head-on, sending him flying into the air. He was like a bird hit by a bullet, with blood splattering in the air. Then he fell to the ground. Mo Zhitao kept spitting blood from his mouth, his vision blurring. He couldn't see what kind of car it was and passed out.

It was early in the morning, and after hitting Mo Zhitao, the black car sped away, quickly escaping to the suburbs and entering an old courtyard. The driver took out his phone and made a call, "Boss, the job is done. Mo Zhitao is definitely dead. I hit him head-on, and he spat a lot of blood on the spot."

The driver was very confident. He had done this kind of thing before, and even those hit less severely than Mo Zhitao had died, let alone Mo Zhitao.

"Good job," the other party hung up the phone.

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