Chapter 38

After Mo Zhitao settled the young patient, it was already past one in the afternoon.

He patted his head, realizing he had forgotten to get lunch. At this time, there was no more food to be served. As he was thinking about going out to eat something, Yu Meijing called him, "Director Mo, where are you going?"

"I forgot to get lunch. I'm going out to eat something. You keep an eye on things here. Call me if anything happens," Mo Zhitao said sheepishly.

"Don't go out. I've already gotten your lunch for you," Yu Meijing pointed to one of the lunch boxes on the table.

"Thank you, Meijing. You're too kind. How much do I owe you?" Mo Zhitao said gratefully.

Yu Meijing shook her head and said, "No need. Didn't you leave 50 yuan with me last time? This time, it cost 10 yuan for the lunch, so you still have 40 yuan with me."

Yu Meijing was very clear about the accounts.

"Wasn't it 25 yuan per lunch box last time? Why is it 10 yuan today?" Mo Zhitao asked curiously.

"Last time it was a price increase, and today it's a price decrease," Yu Meijing said, feeling a bit guilty.

She couldn't say that last time she saw Mo Zhitao flirting with Long Yujiao and deliberately overcharged him.

"I'll hire you as my personal assistant," Mo Zhitao smiled.

Yu Meijing nodded, "Sure, if you give me 10,000 yuan a month, I'll consider it."

"No problem. I'll give you 10,000 yuan a month. You'll accompany me for meals, conversations, and... work," Mo Zhitao originally wanted to say "sleep," but seeing Yu Meijing's murderous look, he quickly changed his words to "work."

"That's what you said, our respected Director Mo. If I don't get 10,000 yuan this month, you'll have to make up for it privately," Yu Meijing said slyly.

Damn, I should have boldly said "sleep" just now. Just for meals, conversations, and work, it's 10,000 yuan. Not to mention the hospital in Macheng District, even the nurses at the city hospital don't earn that much. Mo Zhitao felt he had been tricked by Yu Meijing, but as a man, he couldn't take back his words. He could only see more patients and earn more bonuses.

After Mo Zhitao and Yu Meijing finished their lunch, Yu Meijing tidied up the lunch boxes obediently.

"Not bad, Comrade Yu Meijing, you're really getting into your role quickly," Mo Zhitao teased.

"Of course, Director Mo. I'm just saying, if you don't give me 10,000 yuan this month, I won't work in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department anymore," Yu Meijing said coldly.

"Don't worry. With me, the skilled doctor, we can climb any mountain," Mo Zhitao said, looking at Yu Meijing's prominent chest. This mountain is quite high; I wonder if anyone has "climbed" it?

"If you keep looking, I'll gouge out your eyes," Yu Meijing noticed Mo Zhitao's lecherous gaze on her chest and shyly covered it with her hand.

But her hand pressing on her chest changed its shape, making Mo Zhitao's eyes almost fall out.

Sister, those things might be top-notch. Mo Zhitao thought to himself. He was always cautious in such matters. Without actually touching and measuring, he could only say they were possible, not definite.

Seeing Mo Zhitao still looking, Yu Meijing had no choice but to run out. Since Zhang Song had gone home for lunch, the on-duty room was just her and Mo Zhitao.

She didn't know how to describe her feelings about Mo Zhitao. She didn't really hate him, but she didn't really like him either.

When she saw Mo Zhitao treating patients, his calm and confident demeanor deeply touched her.

After finishing her work, Yu Meijing returned to the on-duty room. Seeing Mo Zhitao still sitting there, she asked curiously, "Director Mo, why aren't you resting?"

Usually, Mo Zhitao would rest in the rest room at noon.

"Not in a hurry. Do you have something to ask?" Mo Zhitao looked up and asked.

"You said your medical skills are very good. I want you to check me. I've felt a bit tired lately, like I might be sick," Yu Meijing extended her hand.

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing's white, delicate hand and gently placed his hand on it.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his fingers lightly grazed her hand.

"Director Mo, focus on the diagnosis," Yu Meijing felt Mo Zhitao was trying to take advantage of her.

"Yu Meijing, you're bleeding," Mo Zhitao suddenly said.

"Your period has started..."

"You, you pervert," Yu Meijing's face turned red like a piece of cloth. She knew Mo Zhitao was a pervert, but she didn't expect him to be so perverted, actually feeling her pulse and knowing her period had started.

"Heaven, didn't you ask me to diagnose you? Your period has really started," Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing seriously.

Mo Zhitao glanced at Yu Meijing. She was wearing a nurse's uniform, so it was hard to see what she was wearing underneath. With today's advanced technology, women's sanitary products are very thin and absorbent.

Yu Meijing glared at Mo Zhitao and said, "I asked you to diagnose me, not to check if my period has started."

"Hehe, so you mean your period has really started?" Mo Zhitao laughed ambiguously and lecherously.

"Pervert, don't talk about this anymore," Yu Meijing was so embarrassed she wanted to bury herself underground. Her period had indeed started, and it was the third day, but she couldn't bring herself to say it in front of Mo Zhitao.

"You asked me to diagnose you, so I have to say this," Mo Zhitao said.

Yu Meijing asked, "Hmph, don't be a pervert. What does this have to do with my illness?"

"Are you feeling a bit dizzy?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Yes, it feels like I'm getting a cold," Yu Meijing wouldn't have let Mo Zhitao diagnose her if she didn't think he had some skills.

"You're feeling dizzy because of your period, not a cold. I'll write you a prescription. Just take the medicine," Mo Zhitao took out a pen to write the prescription.

Yu Meijing said, "Didn't you say you're very skilled? Just give me acupuncture, don't make me take medicine. I hate taking medicine."

"No problem," Mo Zhitao led Yu Meijing into the treatment room and disinfected the silver needles.

"Lie down on the bed on your back."

Yu Meijing nodded and lay down. Mo Zhitao walked to her side and grabbed her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Yu Meijing pressed Mo Zhitao's hand firmly and shouted.

"I need to perform acupuncture on your Shangqu and Tianshu acupoints," Mo Zhitao said.

"Are you scared?"

"I, I'm not afraid of you. If you try anything, I'll kill you," Yu Meijing put on a fierce face, but her hand slowly relaxed.

Seeing Yu Meijing's fierce but cute expression, Mo Zhitao couldn't help but smile. He really wanted to kiss her, but he didn't dare. If he really kissed her, she might really fight him. Mo Zhitao gently pulled up Yu Meijing's clothes, but stopped just before her chest, and Yu Meijing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If she had known it would be like this, she would have preferred to take the medicine.

Mo Zhitao took a deep breath and performed the acupuncture. After inserting a few silver needles, he stopped.

"Can I get up now?" Yu Meijing asked.

"The needles are still in you. Why do you want to get up?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"How long will it take?" Yu Meijing asked.

"About half an hour," Mo Zhitao took the opportunity to glance at Yu Meijing's exposed skin, her milky white, smooth abdomen, and her small, shallow navel, which made him fantasize.

Yu Meijing blushed and said, "Don't look at me."

"Comrade Yu Meijing, I'm a doctor now. I need to treat you. And I'm not taking off your clothes, so why are you nervous?" Mo Zhitao smiled.

She was wearing pants, probably because of her period. "And you should trust my character. I won't do anything inappropriate."

"I'm just worried about your character," Yu Meijing said.

After Mo Zhitao removed the needles, Yu Meijing quickly sat up and tidied her clothes.

"Hehe, you're a medical worker. Is it necessary to be so nervous?"

Yu Meijing realized she was being overly sensitive after hearing Mo Zhitao's words.

When she was treated by male doctors before, it was even more intimate than this. Why was she so nervous in front of Mo Zhitao? Yu Meijing ignored Mo Zhitao and ran out.

In the afternoon, Yu Meijing felt her dizziness had gone. She was secretly amazed. Was Mo Zhitao's medical skills really that good? Could a few acupuncture sessions cure all illnesses? But the fact was, she had to believe it.

Seeing Yu Meijing come over, Mo Zhitao smiled and asked, "Meijing, are you not dizzy anymore?"

"Hmph, it's none of your business," Yu Meijing said.

"A patient has come. Get ready to treat them."

There weren't many patients in the afternoon. Just before closing time, Mo Zhitao asked Yu Meijing, "Meijing, how many patients did we see today?"

Yu Meijing didn't know what Mo Zhitao meant, so she quickly flipped through the medical records and counted, "1, 2, ... 19, Director, it's 19."

"Hehe, we're one short," Mo Zhitao muttered to himself.

Downstairs, Ma Lian also saw that the hospital was almost closing. He had just called the brother in charge of statistics, who said that only 19 patients had been seen in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department today.

"Damn, we're one short of 20. It's almost closing time. Mo Zhitao must be trying to get me," Ma Lian said worriedly.

"Boss, you're a patient too. Why don't you go up and see the doctor?" Erzi reminded Ma Lian.

"Damn, Erzi, they say the most dangerous thing is a pervert with education. You're right. My right leg can't move. I'm a patient. Let's go, help me up to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department," Ma Lian excitedly patted Erzi's shoulder.

"By the way, Erzi, which school did you graduate from?"

"I graduated from Macheng District No. 9 Primary School. It's a prestigious school!" Erzi said proudly, raising his head.