Chapter 37

In the morning, Malian and his group started distributing flyers on the street leading to the hospital early. Since Malian needed to count the number of patients visiting Mo Zhitao, he specifically assigned a thug to stand outside the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department to keep track.

Because Malian's leg was not convenient, he had Erzi bring him a chair and a cane.

At this moment, a man pushed a pregnant woman in. Malian hurriedly said, "Brother, are you here to see a doctor?"

"It's not me, my wife is not feeling well." The man's face showed anxiety. His wife's fetal movements were very intense, and he was afraid he might lose the baby.

"Then you should go to the TCM department." Malian said with a smile.

"There's a new doctor called Mo Zhitao in the TCM department. He's a miracle doctor who can cure all kinds of diseases. No matter what the illness, he can cure it."

"Boss, I heard that sounds like what those street charlatans say." Erzi whispered.

The man, worried about his wife's condition, immediately nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go to the TCM department now."

Seeing the couple head to the TCM department, Erzi couldn't help but ask, "Boss, shouldn't the pregnant woman go to the obstetrics department? Why are you sending her to the TCM department?"

"Hehe, I don't care about that. Didn't Mo Zhitao say he needs me to find 20 patients a day? As long as I find 20 patients, I don't care about the rest. If Mo Zhitao can't cure them, that's his problem, not mine." Malian laughed sinisterly.

"Boss, you're really devious. You're worthy of being my boss." Erzi gave a thumbs up.

"Hehe, a man who isn't ruthless can't be a true man. If Mo Zhitao wants to mess with me, I have to secretly counter him. How else can I survive in this world?" Malian looked very pleased, and the pockmarks on his face seemed even more sinister because of his cunning.

Not long after, another patient was brought in by a family member.

"What's the matter?" Erzi stopped the patient and asked.

"My son accidentally spilled boiling water, and his face and body were scalded." The patient's father said anxiously.

His son was only three years old and had been scalded by the boiling water. His skin was red and had blisters, which were very serious. If the skin wasn't treated promptly, it might become infected and cause more trouble.

"Hehe, it's a good thing you met us. Otherwise, you would have come in vain. Go to the TCM department. The head of the department, Dr. Mo Zhitao, is very skilled. He's a miracle doctor. If he can't cure your son's skin, no one in Macheng District can." Erzi told the patient's father.

"Really? You're not lying to me? Shouldn't I go to the dermatology department?" The patient's father asked, not believing it.

Malian, sitting on the chair, nodded and said, "Of course it's true. My illness was cured by Dr. Mo Zhitao. You can see for yourself."

Seeing the patient go in, Erzi said to Malian, "Boss, I did a good job this time, right?"

"Shut up, let me take the lead in the future. Don't steal my thunder." Malian said angrily.

"Hehe, now Mo Zhitao is in trouble. The higher we praise him, the harder he will fall. Miracle doctor, what a load of crap. He's just out to harm me." Malian planned to wait seven days before causing trouble for Mo Zhitao.

Due to the arrival of some patients in the morning, Mo Zhitao and his team started to get busy. However, when a pregnant woman appeared, Yu Meijing frowned, "Are you in the wrong department? You should go to the obstetrics department."

"Didn't you say Dr. Mo Zhitao is very skilled and can cure any illness?" The patient's family asked.

Mo Zhitao, hearing the voice outside, smiled and said, "Meijing, let the patient in."

Zhang Song was now very impressed by Mo Zhitao's medical skills. With no patients of his own, he came to see how Mo Zhitao treated patients.

Since Mo Zhitao was going to treat the pregnant woman, Zhang Song felt her pulse and frowned.

From the pregnant woman's condition, it seemed she might be having a miscarriage.

The patient's family was not easy to deal with. If anything happened to their patient, they would hold the hospital responsible.

Mo Zhitao also felt the woman's pulse and asked, "Have you been bleeding frequently for the past few days? You're four months pregnant, right?"

"Yes, doctor," the pregnant woman nodded.

"Ah, you should be more careful in the future. Don't let your own pleasure cause a miscarriage." Mo Zhitao said, looking at the woman's husband.

The man's face turned red when Mo Zhitao said this.

"Miracle doctor, I was wrong. I thought it was fine to do that after three months, but it started bleeding the night we did it." The man was now very impressed by Mo Zhitao. Mo Zhitao could tell what was wrong with his wife just by feeling her pulse, no wonder the pockmarked man said Mo Zhitao was a miracle doctor.

Actually, the man had taken his wife to the obstetrics department the day before, but even after injections and medication, she continued to bleed.

They were scared and came back to the hospital early the next morning to see if they could get another opinion.

Hearing that Mo Zhitao was a miracle doctor, they decided to give him a try. They didn't expect Mo Zhitao to know exactly why she was bleeding just by feeling her pulse.

Zhang Song, hearing Mo Zhitao's diagnosis, was secretly amazed.

Mo Zhitao was so young, yet his TCM skills were so advanced. He was truly impressive. Before, Zhang Song thought Mo Zhitao's success was just luck, but now he was truly convinced of Mo Zhitao's abilities.

"Doctor, I want this child. Please help us," the pregnant woman said, in pain.

"Fortunately, you came to me today. If you had come tomorrow, I might not have been able to help. If you continue to bleed, the fetus might not survive the night." Mo Zhitao had the man help the pregnant woman into the treatment room. After acupuncture, the woman was surprised to find that she was no longer bleeding.

"Doctor, I'm not bleeding anymore," the woman said happily.

Mo Zhitao nodded, "Of course. Do you think I'm just a fake? I'll prescribe some medicine to help you keep the fetus. After seven days, you should be fine."

The man, moved, said, "Doctor, you are our savior."

"Your wife's health is not good. Be more careful in the future. If this happens again, it will be more serious," Mo Zhitao warned.

"No, it won't happen again," the man shook his head quickly.

They had already seen that it was a boy, and they were determined to keep the child.

The patient took the prescription to get the medicine. Yu Meijing, hearing that the patient was no longer bleeding, was surprised and asked, "Dr. Mo, you're really impressive. You can even treat obstetrics?"

"Of course, I'm very skilled," Mo Zhitao said confidently.

In the past two days, with the true qi in his body, he felt his pulse diagnosis skills had improved. The Yin-Yang Medical Canon was indeed a remarkable book, but he was puzzled as to why it was in the hospital library.

"Tsk, you get so full of yourself when someone praises you," Yu Meijing said, giving Mo Zhitao a playful glare. Her coquettish expression made Mo Zhitao's heart flutter, and he stared at her in a daze.

"Pervert, what are you looking at?" Yu Meijing, confident in her beauty, found it very normal to attract Mo Zhitao.

If it were before, Yu Meijing wouldn't have given Mo Zhitao a good face, but now Mo Zhitao was very different. He was skilled and brave enough to stand up to the hospital director, which made him seem more like a man.

At this moment, another patient came in, and Yu Meijing was worried about the child's burns.

"Brother, what caused the burn?" Yu Meijing asked.

The child kept crying in pain, which was heart-wrenching to hear.

"Ah, it was scalded by boiling water. Doctor, can you treat it?" The patient's father asked anxiously.

Yu Meijing was about to tell the father to take the child to the burn department, but Mo Zhitao nodded and said, "We can, but he might need to stay here for seven days of treatment. His skin is badly damaged."

"That's not a problem as long as you can cure my son," the father said.

Mo Zhitao called Yu Meijing over and asked her to prepare some medicine and grind it into powder.

"Dr. Mo, the child's burns are severe. His skin might be damaged," Yu Meijing reminded Mo Zhitao, worried that he might not be able to treat the child and end up in trouble.

Mo Zhitao smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Mo Zhitao inserted two needles into the child's body, and the child stopped crying and calmed down.

"Zhitao, how do you plan to treat him?" Zhang Song asked quietly.

Acupuncture is a very mysterious medical technique in China. Zhang Song hadn't learned it, but seeing Mo Zhitao stop the pregnant woman's bleeding with needles made him feel that his previous studies were in vain.

"The child's main issue is the burn, which is an external injury. I will focus on treating the external injury and use a special powder to help his skin regenerate," Mo Zhitao explained.

"Is it a powder you formulated yourself?" Zhang Song asked curiously.

Mo Zhitao nodded, "Dr. Zhang, it's not that I don't want to tell you the formula, but it's not something that can be made public."

The formula was from the Yin-Yang Medical Canon, and if it were made public, it might cause some people to act improperly. The black-clothed man had also warned him about this.

"Hehe, I understand," Zhang Song laughed.

"Dr. Zhang, please watch over here. I'll go to the pharmacy to get some more medicine," Mo Zhitao said.

The key was the medicine he would get, so he didn't want anyone else to know. He would go to the pharmacy himself and grind the medicine into powder.

When Mo Zhitao applied the powder to the child's skin, the child felt a cool sensation.

"Yep, that's right. Apply the medicine once a day. To ensure it's applied correctly, we will do it for you. The child will stay here for a few days and eat light food," Mo Zhitao told the father.

"Alright, as long as my child can be cured," the father said, relieved. Hearing that his child's burns would heal in seven days, he was very happy, fearing that his child might be disfigured.

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