Chapter 49

Lin Zhenqiang, seeing the Iron Sand Gang members being beaten away, immediately turned and ran towards Li Bin. Halfway through, he saw Hu Shaohua still lying on the ground and angrily kicked him.

"Ah." Hu Shaohua was kicked awake, not knowing why he had been knocked out. When he woke up, he found that his ribs were broken.

"Help!"

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you." Lin Zhenqiang said with a murderous look.

"Brother Qiang, don't cause trouble," Li Bin hurriedly called out.

Hearing Li Bin's call, Lin Zhenqiang put aside his murderous intent and directly knocked Hu Shaohua out.

"Li Bin, let's go." Lin Zhenqiang helped Li Bin up and said. Lin Zhenqiang had been beaten by those gang members and was also seriously injured.

Li Bin turned to Mo Zhitao and said, "Sir, thank you for saving me just now."

Li Bin told Lin Zhenqiang about how Mo Zhitao had saved him, and Lin Zhenqiang was also very grateful.

"If you trust me, I can help you treat your injuries and illnesses," Mo Zhitao said softly. He had seen how Lin Zhenqiang and Li Bin valued their bond, and he believed they were not bad people.

"Can you cure my junior brother's illness?" Lin Zhenqiang asked in surprise.

He had taken Li Bin to see many doctors, but none of them had been able to cure him. As Li Bin's condition worsened, Lin Zhenqiang felt even more distressed. He could not let Li Bin die, as he had been the one who had gotten Li Bin into trouble in the first place.

"Sir, if you can save my junior brother, I, Lin Zhenqiang, will serve you for the rest of my life."

Mo Zhitao waved his hand and said, "You're exaggerating. As a doctor, it's my duty to treat patients. Here's what I suggest: go to a hotel and stay there. Don't let the Iron Sand Gang find you. Once you're settled, call me, and I'll come to you." To better understand Lin Zhenqiang and Li Bin's conditions, Mo Zhitao took their pulses.

When Mo Zhitao took Li Bin's pulse, his expression turned serious.

"Sir, can my junior brother's illness be cured?" Lin Zhenqiang asked, seeing Mo Zhitao's serious expression, which was similar to the expressions of the doctors who had treated Li Bin before.

"Yes," Mo Zhitao nodded confidently. "However, Li Bin's condition is not simple. I need to prepare some medicine. Li Bin, take this pill first."

Mo Zhitao took a black heart-protecting pill from his bag. Li Bin's condition was very serious, and he needed to protect his heart to prevent his condition from worsening.

Li Bin took the pill without hesitation. "Thank you, sir."

"Hehe, aren't you afraid I might have given you poison?" Mo Zhitao asked with a smile.

"I trust you, sir. If you hadn't saved me just now, I might have been killed by that person," Li Bin shook his head and said.

"Good. The pill I gave you is a heart-protecting pill. Even if you were almost dead, this pill can temporarily save your life," Mo Zhitao said.

"You must not fight with anyone else. If you vomit blood again, I won't be able to save you."

Hearing this, Lin Zhenqiang was taken aback. He had never told Mo Zhitao about Li Bin's condition, but Mo Zhitao had figured it out just by taking his pulse. It seemed that Mo Zhitao was a highly skilled doctor, and Li Bin had a chance to be saved.

"Sir, please save my junior brother. From now on, our lives belong to you, and we will serve you," Lin Zhenqiang said gratefully.

"I've already said, I'm just treating patients. Don't exaggerate," Mo Zhitao said.

"Leave quickly. The Iron Sand Gang will be here soon." Mo Zhitao turned and left for the People's Hospital, while Lin Zhenqiang and Li Bin left with a thousand yuan.

When Mo Zhitao returned to the hospital after work, there was no one on duty in the Traditional Chinese Medicine department. He took some tools and then went to the pharmacy to get some medicine. After packing everything, he went downstairs.

As Mo Zhitao walked downstairs, a man limped over to him. Mo Zhitao turned and saw it was the limping old man. "Old Limp, are you off work?"

"Whether I'm off work or not is none of your business. You're not the hospital director, so what can you do about it?" the limping old man said angrily.

Mo Zhitao smiled and didn't respond. The limping old man had a peculiar personality, and since he was much older, Mo Zhitao didn't want to argue with him. Mo Zhitao took the package and left the hospital in a taxi.

The limping old man watched Mo Zhitao disappear and then limped out of the hospital.

As soon as Mo Zhitao got into the taxi, he received a call from Lin Zhenqiang. To save money, Lin Zhenqiang had stayed in a regular hotel, where a double room cost 80 yuan per day. Mo Zhitao knocked on the door, and Lin Zhenqiang opened it.

"Sir, it seems my junior brother's condition has improved a bit," Lin Zhenqiang said happily.

"It's just temporary," Mo Zhitao said. He went inside, put down the package, and said to Lin Zhenqiang, "Li Bin has a gunshot wound and was severely beaten. It's been more than half a year, and during this time, he has been involved in fights, making his injuries worse. Can you tell me more about your situation? If Li Bin didn't have a gunshot wound, I wouldn't need to ask."

Mo Zhitao was cautious, as he had detected the gunshot wound while taking Li Bin's pulse.

Lin Zhenqiang thought for a moment and then said, "Sir, rest assured, we are not murderers or arsonists. We once learned some martial arts from a Shaolin monk and later joined the army.

However, one day, we saw a young thug harassing a woman on the street, and I got angry and beat him up.

We didn't expect the thug to have powerful connections. He called the police, who surrounded us. Li Bin tried to break through and get help from the army, but he was shot by the police. This is the gunshot wound he sustained. After we were caught by the police, Li Bin was severely injured.

Later, when the army arrived, the thug's family had already prepared all the evidence against us. They accused us of harassing the woman, and she testified against us.

If it weren't for the army's leadership protecting us, we would have been tried in a military court. We were forced to leave the army, but we didn't expect to be attacked by the thug's people as soon as we left. We have been on the run ever since, and we didn't expect to meet you here." Lin Zhenqiang told Mo Zhitao their story.

Li Bin, lying on the bed, said, "Sir, what Brother Qiang said is true. We are not lying to you."

"Good, I believe you," Mo Zhitao nodded. "Li Bin, I will remove the bullet from your body first." It seemed that the people chasing them were very persistent, and the bullet had never been removed.

"Ah, because we left the army secretly, we were afraid of the thug's revenge. We didn't have the money to remove the bullet. Later, when we had the chance, the doctors said the bullet was pressing on a nerve, and removing it could be life-threatening," Lin Zhenqiang said worriedly.

He wasn't doubting Mo Zhitao, but many doctors had said the bullet couldn't be removed.

Mo Zhitao smiled and said, "Li Bin, do you trust my medical skills?"

"I, I trust you, sir," Li Bin hesitated and then said, clenching his teeth.

For the past half year, they had been living on the run. Rather than continue like this, he might as well take a chance.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to Li Bin," Mo Zhitao smiled. He took out his needles, which he had ordered a set of silver needles that would arrive the next day.

After inserting a few needles into Li Bin's body, Mo Zhitao began to disinfect the surgical knife.

"Zhenqiang, I'm going to remove the bullet. Help me take off Li Bin's clothes." Li Bin's gunshot wound was on his back, so Lin Zhenqiang turned him over and took off his shirt.

Mo Zhitao was about to cut out the bullet when Lin Zhenqiang asked, "Sir, don't you need to give him an anesthetic?"

"Hehe, I've already numbed Li Bin's acupuncture points. If you don't believe me, pinch him, and he won't feel any pain," Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

Lin Zhenqiang pinched Li Bin and asked, "Li Bin, do you feel any pain?"

"Brother Qiang, I don't feel any pain," Li Bin said.

This convinced Lin Zhenqiang of Mo Zhitao's skill. Just one needle was as effective as an anesthetic. Mo Zhitao worked quickly and soon removed the bullet. He then pressed the acupoints to stop the bleeding and bandaged the wound.

Mo Zhitao gave Li Bin another pill and waited for him to take it before removing the needles.

"Li Bin, you will start to feel pain now, but the bullet has been removed, and your gunshot wound is no longer a problem," Mo Zhitao said.

"Sir, what about his internal injuries?" Lin Zhenqiang asked.

"I won't treat Li Bin's internal injuries today," Mo Zhitao said.

"His body is very weak, and I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it. I'll come back tomorrow at noon to treat his internal injuries. I'll give you some medicine, and you can ask the hotel staff to cook it for you. Give them some money as a tip." Money could make even the dead move, so this small task would be no problem.

Lin Zhenqiang asked Li Bin, "Li Bin, how do you feel now?"

"Brother Qiang, I'm fine, just a bit of pain at the wound," Li Bin said.

Previously, doctors had said that removing the bullet would damage Li Bin's nerves and could be fatal. But now that the bullet was removed, and Li Bin was fine, it seemed there was no problem.

"Your wound will be fine by tomorrow. I've applied a special medicine," Mo Zhitao said.

"Alright, rest now, especially Li Bin. Taking the Chinese medicine will help his recovery and make it easier for me to treat his internal injuries tomorrow."

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