Chapter 39

When Dama and his group reached the third floor's Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department, he happened to see Yu Meijing walking out of the on-duty room. With a drooling mouth, he said, "Beautiful lady, beautiful lady!"

"Boss, be a bit more cultured. This is Mo Zhitao's territory. We don't know if this lady has any connection with Mo Zhitao. Be careful, or he might beat you up," Erzi reminded Dama.

"Right, we are cultured people," Dama nodded solemnly.

"Nurse, we are here to see a doctor. Are we the 20th patients today?"

"Yes, you are exactly the 20th patients today. By the way, how did you know?" Yu Meijing asked curiously.

Dama smiled and said, "Hehe, we just guessed."

Dama approached Mo Zhitao, "Director Mo, hello. I'm here to see a doctor. I happen to be the 20th patient today."

"Where are you feeling unwell, Dama?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"My right leg can't move," Dama said.

"If there's nothing special, your right leg will be fine in seven days. You don't need to see a doctor, so you don't count as the 20th patient," Mo Zhitao said.

Dama urgently winked at Erzi, "Erzi, aren't you sick too? Let Director Mo check you."

"Boss, I'm not sick," Erzi said loudly.

"Damn it, if I say you're sick, you're sick," Dama continued winking at Erzi. It was almost time to go off duty, and if they didn't have 20 patients today, he would be in trouble.

Erzi finally noticed Dama winking at him and exclaimed, "Boss, what are you doing with your eyes? Why are you always blinking? Are your eyes sick?"

"Your mother's eyes!" Dama got angry. Erzi said he was cultured, but was a primary school graduate considered cultured? Did he not see his hints?

"Quick, let Director Mo check you. You are the 20th patient," Dama pushed Erzi into a chair.

After being scolded by Dama, Erzi didn't dare to say anything. Mo Zhitao took Erzi's wrist and checked for a while, then said, "Erzi, your digestive system is not good. Do you often pass smelly gas?"

"Yes, yes!" Erzi said embarrassedly.

"Damn it, Erzi, so the one who often passes smelly gas is you," Dama said angrily.

When they worked together, someone often passed smelly gas, but no one admitted it because there was no sound. He didn't expect Dama to find out now.

"Director Mo, what's wrong with me?" Erzi asked fearfully.

"Will I die?"

Mo Zhitao said, "No, it's just a minor issue. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Just take the medicine."

Mo Zhitao wrote a prescription and had Erzi get the medicine.

When Erzi came out of the door, he said to Dama, "Boss, is this considered a work injury? Can you reimburse my medical expenses?"

"Reimburse your sister! You pass gas randomly and want me to reimburse you?" Dama hit Erzi's butt hard with his cane.

After work, Yu Meijing was tidying up. She smiled at Mo Zhitao and Zhang Song, "Today's patient flow was still good. If this continues, our TCM department will become more and more powerful."

With the five bosses Mo Zhitao treated as a base, they were now making a profit.

"Yes, with such a capable director like Zhitao, the TCM department's reputation will definitely grow," Zhang Song nodded.

Among the 20 patients today, a few had serious illnesses, but Mo Zhitao still managed to treat them. The news would soon spread, and more people would come to see him.

Sure enough, as Zhang Song predicted, when he came to work the next day, he found many people waiting at the door to see Mo Zhitao.

Previously, people thought Mo Zhitao was young and inexperienced, but after he treated so many people, the news spread widely.

Life is priceless. Even if Mo Zhitao's fees were a bit high, it didn't stop some people from coming to see him.

That day, Yu Meijing was so busy she couldn't even eat lunch. Mo Zhitao had her call a restaurant to order some dishes, which solved their hunger.

The patients who came to see the doctor that day were mostly from the district. They were cured with one acupuncture session in the morning and went back to spread the word that there was a miraculous doctor named Mo Zhitao in the TCM department who could cure any illness with just one acupuncture session and some medicine.

Mo Zhitao thought there wouldn't be many patients in the afternoon, but more patients came than in the morning. He had already seen over 30 patients in the morning.

Mo Zhitao didn't rest at noon, but fortunately, he practiced the Yin-Yang Technique and didn't feel tired. However, Zhang Song couldn't handle it and was too exhausted to write prescriptions by 4 PM.

"Meijing, I need to rest after seeing this patient. Let the other patients see Director Mo," Zhang Song said.

"Okay!" Yu Meijing nodded.

She divided the patients for the day, with more serious cases seeing Mo Zhitao and minor cases like colds, fevers, and coughs seeing Zhang Song.

Fortunately, Mo Zhitao was quick in treating patients. For those with colds and fevers, he would give one acupuncture session and write a prescription, which took about ten minutes per patient.

Outside, Dama and Erzi were much more relaxed. "Boss, I didn't expect a miraculous doctor to be so miraculous. The TCM department had over 30 patients in the morning, exceeding our daily target."

"Rubbish, it's just his luck. Mo Zhitao is not a miraculous doctor," Dama said angrily.

Although he said that, he was very impressed with Mo Zhitao's medical skills. Some serious illnesses were cured with just one acupuncture session.

For example, a fever treated by a Western doctor would take a few days to recover and cost hundreds of yuan. But Mo Zhitao's treatment only cost a few dozen yuan, which was quite cheap. However, Mo Zhitao was his enemy, and he couldn't boost his enemy's reputation.

"Boss, you're being unfair. Director Mo is a miraculous doctor. After taking the medicine he prescribed last night, I didn't pass gas today," Erzi said.

"Your sister, is he your boss or am I your boss?" Dama hit Erzi on the back of the head.

At 6 PM, Yu Meijing was counting the patients for the day. The TCM department saw 85 patients and earned over 10,000 yuan. Wow, if this continued, their salaries and bonuses would be very good.

However, she was also very tired.

Zhang Song noticed, "Zhitao, the number of patients has increased. If this continues, I'm afraid Meijing won't be able to handle it. Can we hire more doctors and nurses?"

"I have no problem with that, but will they come?" Mo Zhitao shrugged.

"The TCM department is only temporarily popular. The reputation hasn't really spread yet. I don't think anyone will be willing to come, and there are people obstructing it."

"Uncle, it's fine. I can handle over a hundred patients a day. It's not like I'm the one treating them. Today, there were too many patients, and I wasn't prepared. Tomorrow, I'll adjust and use a queuing system for appointments," Yu Meijing said.

"Also, with too many patients, you can't handle them all. I suggest you limit the number of patients to 100 a day. I'll schedule them up to 100, and those who exceed the limit won't be seen. What do you think?"

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing approvingly, "Good idea. We'll see 50 patients in the morning and 50 in the afternoon. This way, it won't be chaotic. Meijing, I didn't expect you to be so smart now."

"Director Mo, are you saying I wasn't smart before?" Yu Meijing glared at Mo Zhitao.

"No, I wouldn't dare think that," Mo Zhitao shook his head. "Well, we've worked hard today. Let me take you all out for dinner."

"No, you young people enjoy your date. I'm an old man, and I'll go home to my wife," Zhang Song smiled and waved as he left.

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing, "Meijing, let's go on a date."

"Hmph, I won't go with you, you big pervert," Yu Meijing shook her head and walked downstairs.

When she reached the first-floor lobby, Lin Xiaoyong just arrived in his car.

"Meijing, you're off work. Let me take you to dinner," Lin Xiaoyong said, staring at Yu Meijing's chest with a lecherous look.

After the last incident, Yu Meijing was wary of Lin Xiaoyong.

"Director, you're a leader, you're busy. I won't go to dinner."

Chen Dachao poked his head out of the car, "Yu Meijing, the director inviting you to dinner is an honor. Don't be ungrateful. Your personnel is managed by the hospital, not the TCM department. Do you want us to transfer you to a rural hospital for support?"

"Director Chen, it's not that I don't want to go, but I have something to do," Yu Meijing stammered, thinking of a way to respond. At that moment, Mo Zhitao came downstairs.

Her eyes lit up, "Director Mo already invited me to dinner today. I can't refuse him."

"Mo Zhitao?" Chen Dachao squinted his eyes at Mo Zhitao, who had just come downstairs. He heard that the TCM department was very busy today with dozens of patients and over 10,000 yuan in revenue.

"Yes," Yu Meijing said loudly to Mo Zhitao, "Director Mo, didn't you say you would take me to dinner tonight? Why are you just coming down now? I've been waiting for a long time."

"Taking you to dinner tonight?" Mo Zhitao was taken aback, but when he saw Lin Xiaoyong and Chen Dachao, he understood and decided to play along.

"Sorry, I just got a call. Let's go to dinner."

Chen Dachao looked at Mo Zhitao, "Mo Zhitao, I hear you're very impressive now and even call yourself a director?"

"Hehe, that's just a joke. I'm the head of the TCM department. It's not good to not have a title. Should I be called 'Head Mo'? Director Lin, what do you think? When will you issue a notice to make me a director?" Mo Zhitao smiled at Lin Xiaoyong.