Chapter 31

When Mo Zitao fell to the ground, the passersby on the street were startled and screamed. Then someone called the police, but no one dared to approach, as everyone was afraid of getting involved. Even those who wanted to watch the commotion didn't dare to.

No one noticed that Mo Zitao's body gradually turned red, but because he was covered in blood, no one could see clearly.

Since it was early in the morning, the ambulance did not arrive quickly. It took about ten minutes before the sound of the ambulance could be heard in the distance. Mo Zitao's body seemed to be afraid of the sound; as the urgent sirens grew louder, his body became less red and slowly returned to its original skin color.

"Isn't that Mo Zitao from our hospital?" a doctor exclaimed.

"Don't move him, we need to preserve the scene; the police haven't arrived yet," a bystander shouted.

When they saw the doctors arrive, the crowd also dared to gather around to watch.

The police arrived quickly. Today, Li Xiong was on duty. He received a call saying that someone might have been murdered by a car, and he immediately led the police to the scene. When Li Xiong saw that the person was Mo Zitao, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Oh no, if Mo Zitao dies, won't I be in trouble too in a year?

"Doctor, why haven't you taken the injured person to the hospital for emergency treatment?" Li Xiong said angrily.

"Shouldn't we examine the scene first?" the doctor asked.

"Alright, we've already taken pictures of the scene. Take the injured person to the hospital quickly," Li Xiong waved his hand and said.

Soon, Mo Zitao was lifted onto a stretcher and taken to the People's Hospital. When Jiang Huaheng saw that it was Mo Zitao, he told the doctors, "Take him to the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department. Mo Zitao is from the TCM department. He's a miracle doctor, and our department can't save him. Besides, the TCM department has plenty of wards."

That morning, Jiang Huaheng returned to the hospital and heard Yu Meijing telling everyone that Mo Zitao had successfully treated a stroke patient.

At first, Xu Xiaohai and the others didn't believe it, but when they went to the TCM department and saw the patient sitting up and eating, they were very surprised. Mo Zitao really had some skills.

Therefore, when Jiang Huaheng heard this news, he was angry.

He never expected that Mo Zitao would be hit by a car. It seemed that heaven had eyes. He wouldn't save Mo Zitao and hoped that Mo Zitao would die.

When Mo Zitao was taken to the TCM department, Zhang Song took his pulse. Yu Meijing, who was standing nearby, asked, "Uncle, how is Mo Zitao? Is he going to die?"

Many doctors and nurses had said that Mo Zitao was about to die.

Zhang Song shook his head and said, "He shouldn't die. He seems to be fine, but his pulse is a bit strange."

Zhang Song couldn't explain it. Although he had been taking pulses for many years, he had never encountered a pulse like Mo Zitao's. Despite the blood on his body, which suggested severe injuries, his pulse indicated that he was fine.

"I thought he was dead," Yu Meijing said, relieved. She couldn't explain why she was a bit worried about Mo Zitao.

At this moment, Mo Zitao, who had been lying still, opened his eyes. Seeing himself on the hospital bed, he said in surprise, "Hey, why am I here?"

"Zitao, I heard you were hit by a car. Are you okay?" Zhang Song was very happy to see Mo Zitao awake.

"I'm fine," Mo Zitao said, remembering what had happened. He had just stepped off the road when a black car hit him, and he had been severely injured, losing a lot of blood.

To confirm, Mo Zitao also took his own pulse.

"It's good that you're fine. I'm going to the duty room; some patients have come in today. Meijing, get a set of hospital clothes for Zitao. His clothes are dirty, and you can help him wash them," Zhang Song said and left.

Yu Meijing turned and left. A moment later, she brought a set of hospital clothes to Mo Zitao.

Seeing that Yu Meijing was still standing there, Mo Zitao said softly, "Meijing, are you really going to undress in front of me?"

"You pervert," Yu Meijing realized she should step aside. Although they were nurses and often saw patients' bodies, she wanted to avoid any suspicion with Mo Zitao.

Seeing Yu Meijing leave, Mo Zitao quickly changed into the hospital clothes. Then he called out, and Yu Meijing, blushing, came over.

"Two police officers are here to see you. I told them you were changing clothes. I'll call them in," Yu Meijing said, taking Mo Zitao's dirty clothes and leaving.

Mo Zitao looked at Yu Meijing's blushing face and thought to himself, why wasn't there any blood on his underwear? If Yu Meijing could wash his underwear, that would be great.

Thinking about this, Mo Zitao's body reacted inappropriately.

Li Xiong and another police officer came in, and Mo Zitao quickly pulled the blanket over his body.

"Doctor Mo, it's good that you're okay," Li Xiong said, secretly relieved that Mo Zitao wasn't dead.

"Hehe, I'm a doctor, I won't die so easily," Mo Zitao said with a smile. "Chief Li, you're so kind to come and see me."

"I'm here to investigate the hit-and-run. The driver has fled the scene. Did you notice anything? Please describe the situation in detail," Li Xiong asked.

"I only saw a black car; I couldn't see the person inside. Then I was hit and flew out," Mo Zitao said, shaking his head.

He had been hit very hard, but he was surprisingly fine. Could it be because of his unusual body? Mo Zitao described the situation in detail.

Li Xiong frowned, as Mo Zitao didn't provide any useful clues.

"We've also questioned some of the witnesses. They said the black car had no license plate, and they couldn't see the person inside. We've searched the entire area but found no black car without a license plate. Do you have any enemies?" Li Xiong asked.

"Enemies?" Mo Zitao hesitated.

The people who wanted to harm him were Luo Dakan, Ma Lian, and Lin Xiaoyong. Lin Xiaoyong and his group wouldn't dare to do such a thing. As for Ma Lian and Luo Dakan, it was hard to say, especially Luo Dakan, who had tried to kill him before. However, without evidence, Mo Zitao didn't want to say anything.

"It's hard to say. Sometimes I offend people."

"Regardless of whether this was intentional or not, we will pursue criminal charges," Li Xiong hinted for the police officer to step out, then said, "Doctor Mo, do you have any suspects?"

"I suspect it was Luo Dakan or Ma Lian," Mo Zitao said.

The person who tampered with his brakes probably didn't know his current identity, so Mo Zitao ruled him out.

Li Xiong nodded. "They are suspects. I can send someone to investigate Ma Lian, but I can't afford to offend Luo Dakan."

"Alright, investigate Ma Lian," Mo Zitao nodded. After Li Xiong left, Mo Zitao stood up and stretched. He felt fine, which was strange; he had thought he was dead.

Mo Zitao checked on the stroke patient, who had improved significantly. He gave the patient another acupuncture treatment and then went to the duty room.

In the duty room, two patients were waiting to be seen. Because Zhang Song was a skilled doctor, some patients preferred traditional Chinese medicine, so he had seen a few patients that morning.

Seeing Mo Zitao, Zhang Song said, "Zitao, why don't you go back and rest? You just recovered."

"I'm fine. I came to see if there's anything I can help with," Mo Zitao said.

"There's nothing to do. They're just minor illnesses. If I can't handle it, I'll call you," Zhang Song said humbly.

He had seen Mo Zitao's skills in treating the stroke patient and admired him.

Yu Meijing glared at Mo Zitao. "Doctor Mo, go back to the ward and rest."

"Alright, Meijing, help me make sure Zitao goes back to rest," Zhang Song said deliberately. He thought Mo Zitao and his niece were a good match, despite what others said about Mo Zitao's character.

"Fine, Doctor Mo, please," Yu Meijing said sternly.

"Alright, I'll go rest," Mo Zitao said and walked out.

After Yu Meijing "escorted" Mo Zitao to the ward, she said, "Rest here. I'll bring you lunch. You can't leave without our permission. Get some rest."

"You're more nagging than my mom," Mo Zitao muttered.

"What? Did you just insult me?" Yu Meijing was angry. She had been thinking of bringing him lunch, but if he didn't appreciate it, he could starve.

"No, no," Mo Zitao waved his hands. "Meijing, don't misunderstand. My mom is very beautiful, and I was complimenting you. How about I take you to meet my mom someday?"

Yu Meijing blushed and glared at Mo Zitao. "Mo Zitao, you should look in a mirror. Would I be your girlfriend? Would I go meet your parents?" She ran out.

Oh no, I didn't say you should be my girlfriend or meet my parents, Mo Zitao thought, feeling frustrated. I just said if you don't believe my mom is beautiful, you can meet her. Why is she so angry? What's wrong with Yu Meijing today? She's so hot and cold, like she's on fire and ice. Mo Zitao thought to himself.

Mo Zitao closed the door and sat on the bed. Now, only he and the stroke patient were in the TCM department, and many wards were empty. He decided to practice the Yin-Yang Technique. When Mo Zitao focused on his dantian, he felt a faint flow of true qi emanating from it.

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(End of the chapter)