Chapter 35

Slowly, Mo Zhitao felt a bit dizzy, and his large hand involuntarily reached for the small bun on Long Yujiao's chest.

"Ah." Long Yujiao couldn't help but let out a soft cry. She felt Mo Zhitao's touch on her chest, and though she didn't dare to make a sound, she couldn't help but let out a small cry.

Hearing Long Yujiao's cry, Mo Zhitao suddenly became清醒. Oh my God, I'm such a bastard. Mo Zhitao silently scolded himself. He realized his hand was on Long Yujiao's small bun, and he was using both hands, one for each, making good use of the resources.

"I, I." Mo Zhitao quickly withdrew his hands, but as he did, his hand unwillingly grabbed again. The soft and elastic feeling made him feel like he was about to lose control.

As Mo Zhitao regained his senses, the redness on his body gradually faded, eventually returning to normal.

But Long Yujiao didn't see this; she was too shy to open her eyes. Mo Zhitao glanced at the little bunny-printed underwear Long Yujiao was wearing and couldn't help but squeeze his legs together.

"Yujiao, it's fine now. I just helped you unblock your meridians." Mo Zhitao weakly explained.

"Thank you, Big Brother Mo. Can you turn around?" Long Yujiao opened her beautiful eyes and said with a red face.

"Sure, sure." Mo Zhitao quickly turned around. Long Yujiao shyly put on her clothes, feeling the embarrassing dampness on her underwear. After she was dressed, she sat on the edge of the bed, head down, not daring to speak.

Mo Zhitao cleared his throat and said, "Yujiao, your body is much better now."

Mo Zhitao didn't know why he had lost control and wanted to touch Long Yujiao. If she hadn't made a sound of resistance, he might have gone further. What's wrong with me? Why did I do that? Mo Zhitao thought to himself.

"Thank you, Big Brother Mo." Long Yujiao said gratefully.

It turns out Big Brother Mo was helping her unblock her meridians. She had thought he was touching her on purpose. Thinking of this, Long Yujiao's face turned even redder.

"Director Mo, are you done with the treatment?" Yu Meijing's sweet voice came from outside.

Mo Zhitao stood up and opened the door, saying, "Just finished. Meijing, you were quick with the food today."

"I was afraid the director would be hungry." Yu Meijing smiled slyly, worried that Mo Zhitao might bully the young girl. Seeing Mo Zhitao walk out, she went to Long Yujiao's side and whispered, "Little sister, our director is quite perverted. Did he bully you?"

"No, no." Long Yujiao said with a red face.

Seeing that Long Yujiao said Mo Zhitao didn't misbehave, Yu Meijing felt relieved.

After Yu Meijing left, Mo Zhitao asked, "Meijing, how much are these two meals?"

Actually, Mo Zhitao knew the hospital's rule was 10 yuan per meal, but he asked on purpose.

"50 yuan." Yu Meijing answered without hesitation. Who told Mo Zhitao to flirt with the young girl? This is the price of flirting.

"What? 50 yuan? You might as well rob me. Wasn't it 10 yuan per meal before?" Mo Zhitao said in surprise.

Yu Meijing smiled and said, "It just increased today. Director Mo, as a director, you wouldn't be so stingy, would you?"

"Fine, 50 yuan it is." Mo Zhitao took out a 100-yuan note, "Meijing, I don't have change."

"That's fine. 100 yuan is no problem. I'll get your meals in the future." Yu Meijing unceremoniously took the 100 yuan from Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao didn't argue with Yu Meijing and invited Long Yujiao to eat.

"Big Brother Mo, I'm sorry for troubling you every time." Long Yujiao stood there, embarrassed.

"Yujiao, what are you talking about? You call me Big Brother. What's embarrassing about a big brother treating his little sister to a meal? Eat quickly, you still have to go back to school." Mo Zhitao felt embarrassed himself, as he had touched her small bun.

After Long Yujiao finished eating, she chatted with Mo Zhitao for a while and then went back to school. Seeing Long Yujiao leave, Yu Meijing said, "Mo Zhitao, don't harm such a young girl."

"Hey, Yu Meijing, what are you talking about? She came to see me for treatment. How could I harm her?" Mo Zhitao said irritably.

"Hmph, others might not know you, but I do. You were staring at the young girl's chest the whole time. What were you thinking?" Yu Meijing said angrily.

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing with a sinister smile, "Meijing, are you jealous?"

"If I were, would I be your girlfriend? I would reluctantly agree." Yu Meijing said angrily.

"Ha, I'm afraid you would damage the reputation of our Traditional Chinese Medicine department, so I'm reminding you. If I weren't in this department, I wouldn't care." Yu Meijing said.

"Ha, if you weren't jealous, why haven't you eaten yet? When we were eating and chatting, you were eavesdropping outside." Mo Zhitao smiled.

"I, I didn't have an appetite." Yu Meijing, feeling guilty, went out to eat.

At noon, Mo Zhitao went to his resting room, locked the door, and practiced the Yin-Yang Technique. For some reason, he found it easier this time, quickly completing one cycle. He continued practicing until he heard a knock on the door, then he stopped.

He felt that the true qi in his dantian had increased. Ha, at this rate, he would soon reach the first level of the Yin-Yang Technique. Mo Zhitao was puzzled by the Yin-Yang Technique, sometimes practicing quickly, sometimes slowly. Does practicing also require inspiration? Sometimes it improves quickly, sometimes it doesn't?

Mo Zhitao opened the door and saw Yu Meijing's high, soft peaks.

Seeing Mo Zhitao staring at her chest, Yu Meijing got angry, "Director Mo, Dean Lin Xiaoyong wants you to go to his office now."

"Okay, I'll go now." Mo Zhitao nodded.

He went to Dean Lin Xiaoyong's office, where Lin Xiaoyong was looking at something on the computer. When he saw Mo Zhitao, he quickly closed it.

"Dean Lin, were you looking at pornographic websites?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Lin Xiaoyong said angrily. He was indeed looking at porn, but he didn't expect Mo Zhitao to come in without knocking and just push the door open. "Mo Zhitao, why did you charge five patients 50,000 yuan this morning?"

Mo Zhitao said, "That's my consultation fee, and they agreed to it."

"10,000 yuan per person, do you think you're a miracle doctor?" Lin Xiaoyong angrily slammed the table. "The patients said they would report you to the Price Bureau and have you arrested."

"Dean Lin, you're right, I am a miracle doctor. I told them before treating them that it would cost 10,000 yuan per person, and they agreed. I used acupuncture to treat them, which consumes a lot of my energy. If they hadn't come from the city to ask for my help, I wouldn't have treated them." Mo Zhitao knew those bosses wouldn't report him; it was just Lin Xiaoyong making it up.

"Let them report if they want to. I don't care."

"Mo Zhitao, what attitude is this?" Lin Xiaoyong scolded.

Mo Zhitao said, "Dean Lin, I'm being realistic. I already told them, and they won't report me. If they do, I'm not afraid. I treated their illnesses, which are worth more than 10,000 yuan. If they hadn't been referred by a friend, I would have charged them 50,000 yuan per person."

Because Mo Zhitao didn't close the door when he came in and spoke so loudly, everyone outside could hear.

"Hmph, I can't reason with you. If anything happens, you'll be responsible." Lin Xiaoyong didn't expect Mo Zhitao to be so capable, earning 50,000 yuan in just one morning. It seemed he had lost the bet with Mo Zhitao.

Seeing that Lin Xiaoyong had nothing more to say, Mo Zhitao returned to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department. "Meijing, come here."

"Director Mo, did the dean call you because of the 50,000 yuan?" Yu Meijing asked.

"Yes, but don't worry, it's fine. Those bosses came to see me because of my reputation; they won't report me. By the way, print some consent forms for me. The content should state that the patient agrees to pay the consultation fee for treatment." Mo Zhitao had learned his lesson and decided to have patients sign a consent form for high fees.

"Director Mo, you're quite smart, knowing how to use the law to protect yourself." Yu Meijing smiled.

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing, "Beautiful lady, do you think I would make a good boyfriend for you?"

"Hmph, not good enough." Yu Meijing rolled her eyes and went to prepare the consent forms. Many people from other departments had called her to ask if he really charged 50,000 yuan in the morning.

Now some people were envious of their Traditional Chinese Medicine department. With just three people, earning 50,000 yuan a day, that would be 1.5 million yuan in 30 days. Even if they took out 300,000 yuan to distribute, she would get 100,000 yuan. Yu Meijing felt her uncle was right to bring her here.

She didn't know who spread the news, but it was said that the Traditional Chinese Medicine department of Macheng District People's Hospital charged exorbitantly, 10,000 yuan per patient, which gave the department a bad reputation.

Seeing Yu Meijing print 200 consent forms and place them on the desk, Mo Zhitao said angrily, "I'm so angry. If I find out who deliberately spread rumors and caused us to have no patients in the afternoon, I'll beat him to death."

He did charge 10,000 yuan, but he charged based on the person, and not every illness cost 10,000 yuan.

"Director, it must be some people in the hospital. You don't even need to think about it." Yu Meijing, who had been fantasizing about getting rich, was disappointed when no patients came in the afternoon.

"Zhitao, it seems someone is deliberately framing us. We need to explain to the public that we charge normally for common illnesses and only charge more for complex cases." Zhang Song also saw the problem.

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