Chapter 33

In the evening, Mo Zhitao returned home. After taking a shower, he discovered a problem. Whenever his body was completely wet, it would start to heat up, and then gradually turn red.

Mo Zhitao opened his eyes and found that the man in black was already sitting on the sofa in front of him.

"Senior, you shouldn't scare me like that. If I weren't a bit braver, you would have given me a heart attack," Mo Zhitao complained.

"Mo Zhitao, were you assassinated today?" the man in black asked.

"Senior, you seem to know something about me," Mo Zhitao replied curiously.

The man in black smiled, "Now that you've learned our Yin-Yang Technique, we can't help but be concerned about you. How is your body now?"

The man in black took Mo Zhitao's pulse and then looked puzzled, "It seems you're fine."

"Yes, I'm fine. And when I practiced the technique at noon, I found that I had true qi in my dantian. What do you think is happening?" Mo Zhitao told the man in black about the strange things happening to him.

The man in black was silent for a moment, then said, "Mo Zhitao, it's possible that the car accident caused you to have true qi in your dantian. This world is full of strange things, many of which can't be explained. Also, your body turns red when it touches water. I've noticed this because it only happens after you take a shower. The Golden Dragon Snake lives in water, so it might be stimulated by water."

"What? You mean the Golden Dragon Snake isn't dead? It's still in my body?" Mo Zhitao was shocked. He knew that this world was full of strange things, just like his soul traveling through time.

"Not exactly. It's possible that your body has acquired some characteristics of the Golden Dragon Snake," the man in black said, pleased to hear that Mo Zhitao had true qi in his dantian.

"Let me try this. I'll give you a palm strike, and you immediately practice the Yin-Yang Technique to see if it works." The man in black then struck Mo Zhitao.

"Smack." Mo Zhitao was sent flying and landed on the ground. He immediately sat up and practiced the Yin-Yang Technique. After completing one cycle, he opened his eyes and shook his head, "Senior, it doesn't seem to have much effect."

The man in black looked puzzled, "What's going on? Does it only work when you feel threatened, like when you saw the car coming towards you?"

"That's possible. I was very afraid and tried to run, but I couldn't escape," Mo Zhitao nodded.

"Then act scared, and I'll give you another palm strike." The man in black slowly raised his hand.

"Smack." The man in black struck Mo Zhitao again.

After completing one cycle, Mo Zhitao shook his head, "Senior, please don't hit me anymore. Acting scared and being truly scared are different."

"Ah, it seems you'll have to figure it out on your own. I can't help you," the man in black said. "Mo Zhitao, who did you offend? Why did they try to kill you?"

"I'm not sure, but they didn't kill me this time. They'll definitely try again," Mo Zhitao said with a bitter smile.

"You can use this opportunity to improve yourself. That will be true fear," the man in black said, somewhat expectantly.

Mo Zhitao said, "Senior, I'm very easy to be killed. Can you teach me some other martial arts?"

"Alright, I'll teach you the Flying Dragon Palm." The man in black took out a manual from his pocket and had Mo Zhitao memorize it before returning it.

Although Mo Zhitao had a good memory, the Flying Dragon Palm had nine forms, each with nine variations, which took him an hour to memorize.

Mo Zhitao felt that the Flying Dragon Palm was very powerful, and when combined with internal energy, it could definitely defeat enemies.

Damn, if someone tries to assassinate him again, he'll use the palm to kill them.

"Mo Zhitao, you can only use the first form of the Flying Dragon Palm for now. Don't use the others," the man in black reminded him.

"Why?" Mo Zhitao was puzzled.

The man in black cleared his throat, "The Flying Dragon Palm has some connection with the Yin-Yang Technique. You need to reach the first level of the Yin-Yang Technique to use the first form of the Flying Dragon Palm. With your current level of internal energy, you can only use one palm strike before needing to rest and recover. Our martial arts require internal energy to be effective. If you use the second form of the Flying Dragon Palm before reaching the first level of the Yin-Yang Technique, you'll hurt yourself. It's like a weightlifter with a 50 kg capacity trying to lift 60 kg, which will strain him, and 100 kg will kill him."

"Senior, I understand," Mo Zhitao nodded. One form at a time; as long as he practiced the Yin-Yang Technique well, he could use more powerful forms.

"Senior, do you know lightness techniques? Can I learn them?"

"When you reach the third level of the Yin-Yang Technique, you can learn lightness techniques. Otherwise, you won't be able to fly," the man in black instructed. "Your martial arts skills are very poor. You must not show them to others, or you might be killed."

Mo Zhitao was stunned and then asked weakly, "Senior, do you have enemies?"

The man in black's face changed, and he became angry, "Mo Zhitao, there are some things you shouldn't ask. Mind your own business and deal with your enemies."

With that, the man in black jumped out the window. Mo Zhitao ran to the window and watched the man in black float gracefully in the air, feeling envious. Mo Zhitao then ran to the shower and found that his redness helped him practice the Yin-Yang Technique.

When Mo Zhitao ran out with his body red, he continued practicing the Yin-Yang Technique. He felt his body burning, and his "certain part" was also burning intensely.

Oh no, if this continues, will it affect his manhood? He hasn't even found a woman or had children yet.

Mo Zhitao went to work, but he was very cautious. He first checked for any suspicious vehicles before crossing the street.

Li Xiong had mentioned that the car had no license plate, which made it suspicious. Mo Zhitao was confident in his skills; even if ten or eight people came, he could handle them.

Especially after learning martial arts, he felt much stronger. He believed that one punch could break his opponent's bones. His body was also more resistant to attacks, and ordinary people's strikes felt like tickles.

When Mo Zhitao returned to the duty room, Yu Meijing ran over.

"Mo Zhitao, where have you been? Why are you just coming to work now?" The usual start time was 8 AM, but there were no patients in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, so Mo Zhitao arrived at 8:30 AM.

"What's wrong? Is someone causing trouble?" Mo Zhitao asked angrily.

"No, a few patients from the city specifically asked for you. They've been waiting for a while," Yu Meijing said anxiously. She noticed that they looked like big bosses, and some of them had bodyguards. If Jiang Huaheng and others found out, they might try to poach him.

Mo Zhitao went to the duty room, and the men quickly approached him, "Are you Director Mo? We are friends of Mr. Shen, and he recommended us to come see you."

"Oh, hello." Mo Zhitao remembered what Shen Hua had told him yesterday.

"Who should I see first? What's wrong with you?" Mo Zhitao asked, ready to take the pulse of one of the bosses.

The bosses looked at Yu Meijing and remained silent. Mo Zhitao understood and said to her, "Meijing, please take the others outside. I'll call them in when I need them."

"I'm a nurse, shouldn't I help you?" Yu Meijing didn't want to be sent away. Her uncle had asked her to stay close to Mo Zhitao to learn his medical skills and report back to him.

"Miss, please go out first. I'll take you out for lunch later, and you can go wherever you want," one of the bosses said, eyeing Yu Meijing with lust. He hadn't expected such a beauty in a small hospital.

Mo Zhitao said sternly, "Comrade Yu Meijing, I'm your superior. If I tell you to go out, you must go out."

"Yes, Director Mo, you should be strict with your woman. If you don't, it will cause problems," the other bosses agreed. They noticed that Yu Meijing wasn't respectful to Mo Zhitao, which usually meant she had a relationship with him. They were experienced and knew that even their secretaries sometimes disrespected them.

"Don't talk nonsense," Yu Meijing blushed and ran out. The bosses only sent their bodyguards out and stayed behind.

Mo Zhitao smiled, "Alright, let me examine you."

In traditional Chinese medicine, doctors don't ask patients about their symptoms but diagnose them through pulse-taking.

However, the bosses waved their hands, "Director Mo, we don't have any illnesses."

"If you don't have any illnesses, why are you here?" Mo Zhitao was a bit angry. Did they come to cause trouble?

"Director Mo, it's like this. We heard from Mr. Shen that your medical skills are very powerful, especially in improving men's abilities. We want your help. Money is not a problem. We just want to be more powerful and not be looked down upon by women," the bosses said hesitantly.

Damn, they want to improve that ability. No wonder they were so secretive. Mo Zhitao thought to himself, "Alright, let me take your pulses first." Mo Zhitao then took the pulses of the five bosses.