Chapter 32 of 100
Chapter 32
10 min read2,445 words
Can it be? I can now cultivate true qi in my dantian? Mo Zhitao was secretly delighted, wondering what was going on.
Last night, he couldn't cultivate it, but now, after being hit by a car, he could cultivate true qi? Could it be because of the car accident?
Thinking about this, Mo Zhitao seemed to find a clue. The thugs hitting him with iron pipes didn't hurt him, and this time, the car hit him at high speed, yet he didn't die. He felt that his body was strong enough to withstand external impacts.
And because of this, it helped him cultivate the Yin-Yang Technique, and now he had true qi in his dantian.
Mo Zhitao hurriedly continued practicing the Yin-Yang Technique. After practicing for three cycles, he felt that the true qi from his dantian had become a bit stronger. He was secretly delighted. The black-clothed man said that as long as his martial arts reached the first level, he could use qi to treat patients with acupuncture. This was great. As long as he persisted, he would definitely make significant progress in medicine.
At noon, Yu Meijing brought a boxed meal to Mo Zhitao and also brought his dried clothes.
"Here you go," Yu Meijing said to Mo Zhitao, not in a good mood.
"Meijing, thank you for washing my clothes and bringing me the meal," Mo Zhitao said gratefully. Yu Meijing seemed to be like his little wife, except that she didn't wash his underwear.
"It's my uncle who asked me to do it. Don't thank me; thank my uncle if you want to," Yu Meijing said angrily.
This morning, while she was promoting Mo Zhitao's medical skills in the hospital, Shen Shiliu was also spreading rumors about how Mo Zhitao had taken advantage of her in the past, even touching her chest.
This made Yu Meijing very angry. She never thought that someone in the same department could be so lewd, even taking advantage of someone like Shen Shiliu.
"Did you have many patients this morning?" Mo Zhitao asked.
"Average. Mostly patients with fever and colds," Yu Meijing said. If this continued, the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department would be shut down in a month.
Mo Zhitao said, "Don't worry. I'll go see patients this afternoon. My medical skills are powerful, and I can treat many diseases."
"I think you should treat your lewdness first," Yu Meijing glared at Mo Zhitao and left.
Not long after, Xu Xiaohai came to see Mo Zhitao. "Zhitao, now the two most beautiful women in the hospital are promoting you."
Xu Xiaohai saw that Mo Zhitao was fine and started chatting with him. "But you're quite daring, daring to take advantage of Lin Xiaoyong's woman?"
Hearing Xu Xiaohai's words, Mo Zhitao understood. No wonder Yu Meijing was so angry; it turned out that Shen Shiliu had been arguing with her this morning.
"Xiaohai, do I look like a lewd person? How could I take advantage of someone like Shen Shiliu?"
"You don't look like it, but you are," Xu Xiaohai said angrily.
Mo Zhitao's reputation in the hospital was very poor in the past, often harassing beautiful female staff, which was no secret.
"Alright, I'll leave if you're fine. If others see me here, I'll be in trouble."
Mo Zhitao put on his clothes and thought. Who wants to kill me? The biggest suspect in this car accident is Luo Dakan. The last time it was a car accident, and this time it's also a car accident, which seems a bit coincidental.
And there is a common point in these two incidents. The first time, he was going to pick up Wang Mengxin, and they were about to get married, but he was killed. This time, because he got close to Wang Mengxin, Luo Dakan sent people to deal with him, which seems to be related to Wang Mengxin. Could it be that both assassinations were because of Wang Mengxin, and Luo Dakan ordered the hit?
Thinking about this, Mo Zhitao's thoughts became a bit chaotic. In the past, he suspected the Cheng family, thinking Cheng Hai was the biggest suspect.
After this incident, he felt that Luo Dakan was the biggest suspect.
It seems that he needs to investigate carefully and not let others discover his past identity.
Mo Zhitao thought that since he didn't die this time, the killer might attack him again. He just needed to wait.
However, he was secretly on guard. The killer was very cruel. If it weren't for his strong body, he might have been killed. Since the killer didn't succeed this time, the next assassination might be even more terrifying. He had to be careful.
Since the investigation had a target, Mo Zhitao took out his phone and called Shen Hua. "Brother Hua, it's me," Mo Zhitao said.
"Zhitao, don't worry. The pharmaceutical factory will soon be in production. I've been preparing for it," Shen Hua said with a smile.
"I'm not worried about the factory. I want Brother Hua to help me investigate the Wang Group and Luo Li Group, especially Luo Dakan. He has been secretly dealing with me, and I had an accident today." Mo Zhitao told Shen Hua about the car accident.
"What? Such a thing? Zhitao, how about this: I'll get you a car and a driver. The driver I found is a former special forces soldier with good skills. Don't worry about the salary; I'll cover it. If you feel uncomfortable, you can pay me back when the factory makes money." Shen Hua was worried when he heard that Mo Zhitao almost got hit. With Mo Zhitao's medical skills, he was a treasure trove, and Shen Hua didn't want anything to happen to him.
Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "No need for now. I'll be careful. The police are also looking for the hit-and-run driver and the car."
Although the police haven't confirmed whether the driver intended to kill Mo Zhitao, Mo Zhitao felt that the driver wanted to kill him.
Actually, with his current skills, he had started learning martial arts. Even special forces soldiers wouldn't be his match, as Shi Qianzhi had already been defeated by him.
He just needed to be careful to avoid exposing too many secrets.
"Zhitao, some of my friends have heard about your medical skills and want to see you. When are you available?" Shen Hua said.
Actually, being a doctor is a very profitable profession, especially for a skilled doctor.
"I'm in the TCM department at the District People's Hospital. I'm here during working hours," Mo Zhitao said and hung up the phone. He then went to find Yu Meijing.
Yu Meijing was in the on-duty room. Since there were only three people in the TCM department, she was on duty at noon. If there were patients, she would go to the rest room to find the others to see the patients.
When Yu Meijing saw Mo Zhitao come in, she deliberately took out a book and ignored him.
Mo Zhitao smiled and said, "Meijing, I heard about Shen Shiliu's rumors this morning. I want to explain that I never took advantage of her."
"Does it matter to me whether you took advantage of her or not?" Yu Meijing glared at Mo Zhitao.
"I just want to explain so you don't misunderstand me," Mo Zhitao explained.
"Your character doesn't need explaining; anyone can see what kind of person you are," Yu Meijing glared at Mo Zhitao again. Everyone in the hospital knew Mo Zhitao was a lewd person.
Mo Zhitao nodded and said, "That's true. Everyone in the hospital knows I'm a gentleman. How can Shen Shiliu, a public woman, defame me?"
"Ha ha..." Yu Meijing couldn't help but smile at Mo Zhitao's boasting.
Mo Zhitao was captivated by Yu Meijing's fleeting smile.
Yu Meijing was very beautiful, with a serene beauty that came from within.
Although Mo Zhitao was from a prestigious family, he rarely saw women as beautiful as Yu Meijing. No wonder she was the hospital's flower.
"What are you looking at? If you keep staring, I'll gouge out your eyes," Yu Meijing scolded him playfully.
"Meijing, you're so beautiful. Do you have time tonight? I'll take you out for dinner," Mo Zhitao asked.
"Sorry, I don't have time. If you have time, focus more on the TCM department. If it doesn't make money in a month, it will be shut down," Yu Meijing said worriedly.
Her uncle had deep feelings for the TCM department. If it was shut down, her uncle would be the most affected.
Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing and said, "Meijing, how about this: let's make a bet. If the TCM department makes money in a month, you'll go on a date with me. What do you think?"
"Okay," Yu Meijing nodded. If this happened, her uncle would be very happy.
But Yu Meijing thought there was a problem with Mo Zhitao's words. "Mo Zhitao, that's not a date; it's just me agreeing to have dinner with you."
"Hehe, no problem," Mo Zhitao said confidently.
"You've worked hard. This month, I'll give you double the salary."
"Ha, don't try to fool me. The TCM department can't even break even now. Do you think I'm a teenager who can be easily fooled?" Yu Meijing was unconvinced.
Mo Zhitao smiled and said, "Just wait and see. Soon, our TCM department will be famous, and you won't be so idle."
When Mo Zhitao came to the TCM department, he had already agreed with Lin Xiaoyong to take over the department, paying the hospital 50,000 yuan a month, and the rest would be handled by the TCM department. Mo Zhitao was now the head of the TCM department.
In the afternoon, there weren't many patients, just a few. Although Yu Meijing was promoting Mo Zhitao's medical skills in the hospital, it didn't help. The hospital staff wouldn't tell other patients that Mo Zhitao had cured a stroke, or Lin Xiaoyong would make their lives miserable.
The hit-and-run driver stayed in the yard and didn't come out. When he was about to have dinner, he received a call from his boss. "Mo Zhitao is still alive. We got the news that he was fine this afternoon."
"How is that possible? I clearly hit him, and he even bled a lot," the driver exclaimed in surprise.
"Fact is fact, and no one can change it. The police haven't found any useful evidence. You can go to the hospital and see if Mo Zhitao is alive," the boss said coldly.
The driver said, "Boss, I'll continue to assassinate him."
"The police are investigating today's car accident. Just wait. I'll arrange it," the boss said and hung up.
The driver angrily threw his phone on the bed and punched the table in front of him, breaking it.
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---
---