Chapter 69

"Master Chen, we are just a bit peculiar," Song Ziqi stepped forward and said with a smile. "You not only diagnosed the patient's illness but also prepared the treatment in advance. It feels like you're not just a doctor, but also a fortune-teller."

Chen Wentian's face turned red when he heard this. In fact, Song Ziqi was not wrong. This time, he had taken money from a merchant to come and treat a patient. However, no matter what, he relied on his real skills to make a living, and he really did diagnose the patient's illness. "If you don't believe me, you can ask this gentleman if he has a stomach problem."

"Yes, I do have a stomach problem, and I even have a hospital certificate," the fat man took out some hospital certificates from his bag to show everyone.

Song Ziqi said coldly, "This brother is really impressive, bringing his hospital certificate to a cocktail party." Song Ziqi's words made the others laugh, and no one was a fool; the fat man's actions were clearly suspicious.

As the commotion grew, some people walked over. In the lead were Cheng Hai, Wang Zhongqiao, and Luo Baoshou. They were the main organizers of this cocktail party. When they saw something was wrong, they came over to ask what was happening.

"Manager Song, don't say such things. Everyone is here to chat and drink, there's no need to be so tense," Cheng Hai said to Song Ziqi. Song Ziqi's pharmaceutical company was from M country, and he did not want to create a conflict with the company.

Mo Zhitao's face changed when he saw Cheng Hai. This time, he came to the cocktail party to meet Cheng Hai, and now that Cheng Hai was right in front of him, how could he not be excited?

"Hehe, Boss Cheng, I was just asking. Nothing serious, they can continue," Song Ziqi said. "Our Western medicine is very effective, many hospitals know this. Boss Cheng, are you considering stocking up?"

"Sure, come to my office tomorrow, and we can discuss it in detail," Cheng Hai nodded.

The beautiful female staff member, to demonstrate her medicine, made the fat man take the stomach medicine and then introduced their products to the other distributors.

Seeing Song Ziqi leave, Chen Wentian secretly wiped his sweat. This time, he had received a substantial kickback. Birds die for food, and people die for wealth. He was already so old; how could he not take advantage of some opportunities to make money? So, Chen Wentian introduced the effects of the medicines and took the fat man's pulse, saying that there would be no problem as long as he took the Stomach Treasure.

Shen Hua whispered to Mo Zhitao, "Zhitao, what do you think of their medical skills?" In the past, Shen Hua also thought that traditional Chinese medicine was very powerful, but after seeing Mo Zhitao's skills, he no longer thought much of these people.

"Alas, if this continues, our traditional Chinese medicine will decline and even disappear," Mo Zhitao sighed lightly. Many people already had little faith in traditional Chinese medicine, and Chen Wentian's obvious manipulation of a shill would only further erode that faith.

"Don't worry, there's still you, right?" Shen Hua laughed. "There's another exhibition area for acupuncture. With your skills, I don't think you need to go and see it, right?" Shen Hua asked.

There were some exhibition areas tonight, both for traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine. For traditional Chinese medicine, there were two areas: one for Chen Wentian's pulse diagnosis and prescriptions, and one for Xiong Zhengkai's acupuncture. Both were renowned in the Qingmei City traditional Chinese medicine community.

"Alright, let's go and see," Mo Zhitao nodded.

When they arrived at the acupuncture exhibition area, Mo Zhitao found that Xiong Zhengkai's acupuncture was indeed good, no wonder he was a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Qingmei City. "Let's go and get something to eat," Mo Zhitao said. He came to learn, but now that he found nothing to learn, he didn't want to stay.

"Something's wrong, the man with the stomach problem is having issues," a few people said as they ran towards the restaurant, apparently to see what was happening.

Something happened? Mo Zhitao and Shen Hua exchanged a glance and ran over. On a sofa next to the restaurant, the fat man with the stomach problem was lying there, screaming, "Help! My stomach hurts so much, save me, Master Chen!"

"Did you eat anything just now?" Chen Wentian, who had been sitting there diagnosing other people, rushed over when he heard the fat man was in trouble. He took the fat man's pulse but found nothing wrong.

"I didn't eat anything special, just some of the food from the buffet table like everyone else, and then I had a problem," the fat man said with a pained expression. "Master Chen, you have to save me." The fat man placed his hopes on Chen Wentian.

"Well, well," Chen Wentian hesitated, "I think we should send you to the hospital. I'm afraid something you ate is causing you discomfort."

The fat man was scared when he heard this, "Chen Wentian, you bastard, you made me take your medicine, and now you don't want to take responsibility? I don't want the thousand yuan you gave me as a shill. Cure my illness, or I'll sue you."

"Wow," the onlookers gasped, realizing there was something fishy going on.

"You, you're lying," Chen Wentian's face turned red.

At this moment, Song Ziqi walked over. "Wow, boss, what's wrong? Weren't you having stomach pain? You should go to the hospital right away, or you'll be in trouble." In this situation, as a representative of Western medicine, Song Ziqi couldn't help but take the opportunity to undermine Chen Wentian.

"Damn it, Chen Wentian, I'll settle this with you later. Take me to the hospital, I don't want these TCM fraudsters to treat me," the fat man shouted.

If the fat man hadn't said that, Mo Zhitao wouldn't have gotten involved. But since he called them TCM fraudsters, Mo Zhitao had to step forward and say, "Let me take a look."

"Who are you?" Song Ziqi was taken aback when he saw Mo Zhitao. "Master Chen is so skilled, what can you do, a mere youth?"

"I'll treat him," Mo Zhitao said. "I study traditional Chinese medicine. This gentleman called us TCM fraudsters, which is not right. I'm not a fraudster. If I can cure your illness, I will. If I can't, I won't deceive you."

The fat man, hearing Song Ziqi call Mo Zhitao young, naturally didn't dare to let him treat him. "I don't want you to treat me. Everyone, call 120, I need to go to the hospital. I, I can't hold on much longer." The fat man's voice was becoming weaker and weaker.

"Do you trust me to make you feel better in a moment?" Mo Zhitao said confidently.

Song Ziqi said to the two men beside him, "Take him to the hospital quickly. Don't delay, or this man will die."

Wang Zhongqiao and the others also came over. They hurriedly called for everyone to move aside so they could carry the fat man to the hospital. Everything had been fine, so why did this happen? Wang Zhongqiao, Cheng Hai, and Luo Dakan exchanged glances, feeling that something was strange about the evening. Could there be a problem with Chen Wentian's medicine?

Just as the men were about to lift the fat man, Wang Mengxin walked over. "Let him try. His medical skills are very good." Wang Mengxin had seen Mo Zhitao's skills, and since the Wang family was one of the organizers of the cocktail party, they would be held responsible if something happened.

"Mengxin," Wang Zhongqiao looked at his daughter when he heard her words.

"Dad, let's give it a try," Wang Mengxin nodded.

Wang Zhongqiao knew his daughter had never let him down. If she said this, there must be a reason. "Alright, let this gentleman try," Wang Zhongqiao looked at Mo Zhitao, "Sir, how confident are you?"

Mo Zhitao smiled, "I don't even know what his illness is, so I can't say anything else, or people will call me a TCM fraudster."

Mo Zhitao walked over to the fat man and took his pulse. Then he said, "This gentleman's stomach problem has worsened."

"That's impossible. How could I not detect it? And he already took the medicine I gave him, so his stomach problem shouldn't have worsened," Chen Wentian shouted, clearly feeling embarrassed by Mo Zhitao's words.

Mo Zhitao didn't say anything. He took out a silver needle from his pocket and inserted it into the fat man's body a few times. In an instant, the fat man stopped screaming, "Strange, I don't hurt anymore."

"You know acupuncture?" Chen Wentian looked at Mo Zhitao in surprise. Xiong Zhengkai, who was in his fifties, being skilled in acupuncture was understandable, but Mo Zhitao was only in his twenties. Could this have been a setup to embarrass him? Chen Wentian knew he had some rivals in the TCM community, and they all wanted to see him fall. "Which TCM school do you belong to?"

"I don't belong to any school," Mo Zhitao shook his head and looked at the fat man. "Sir, you must have eaten something that caused your stomach to act up."

"Just now?" The fat man thought for a moment. "I just ate some beef and other things, and then drank some drinks."

Mo Zhitao said, "You're fine now. Take me to see what you drank."

"Okay, I'll take you." The fat man felt much better and stood up, leading Mo Zhitao to the buffet table.

Mo Zhitao carefully examined what the fat man pointed to and suddenly asked, "What is this drink?"

"I don't know. The waiter brought it over," the fat man shook his head.

Mo Zhitao called the waiter over and, upon learning that the drink contained grapefruit, said, "This is it. Grapefruit is an acidic fruit and has a cooling nature, which can worsen stomach problems. As the saying goes, 'treatment is one-third, care is two-thirds.' Generally, fruits are not suitable for people with stomach problems. I suggest you eat less of them in the future."

Mo Zhitao didn't say everything. It was possible that the TCM the fat man had taken earlier had a counteractive effect with the grapefruit, which is why his condition worsened so much. Mo Zhitao had temporarily relieved the fat man's pain with acupuncture, and after learning the cause, he inserted a few more needles.

"Doctor, am I okay now?" The fat man was a bit skeptical of how quickly Mo Zhitao had treated him.

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