Chapter 70

"Alright, I've temporarily relieved your stomachache. Be more careful in the future." Mo Zhitao nodded, put away the silver needles, and was about to leave.

Chen Wentian stopped the fat man, "Sir, let me take your pulse."

"Damn it, if you can't do it, don't pretend to be capable. What kind of master are you? You're not as good as this young man, who cured me with just a few pricks." The fat man glared at Chen Wentian.

Chen Wentian's face turned red at the fat man's words. He had to admit that he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the fat man. Could this young man be that skilled? Thinking about this, Chen Wentian looked up at Mo Zhitao, "Young brother, may I ask your name and where you work?"

"Heh, this is my friend Mo Zhitao. He is the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department at Macheng District People's Hospital, and he is very skilled." Shen Hua promoted Mo Zhitao. Traditional Chinese Medicine also needs promotion. Even though Mo Zhitao is young, many people wouldn't dare let him treat them. The people who came tonight were bosses and family members of officials. It would be great for Mo Zhitao to gain some recognition.

"Oh, just a director at the district hospital?" Chen Wentian was unimpressed. He thought Mo Zhitao might be from a famous TCM family, but it turned out he was just a small director, nothing special.

Shen Hua smiled, "Although Zhitao is just a director at the district hospital, his medical skills are very high."

"Is that so? Doctor Mo, what kind of illnesses can you treat?" Some people came over to ask.

"Ah, help, someone help!" As everyone was surrounding Mo Zhitao, a scream came from the acupuncture booth where Xiong Zhengkai was.

Wang Zhongqiao wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Let's go see what's happening." The sounds coming from there indicated that something was wrong.

So, everyone ran over and saw Xiong Zhengkai holding silver needles, looking dazed, while a man on the ground was convulsing. A well-dressed woman was standing nearby, shouting; she was the one making the noise.

"What, what's going on?" Xiong Zhengkai muttered to himself.

Wang Zhongqiao asked Xiong Zhengkai, "Old Xiong, what happened?" Just a moment ago, something went wrong, and now this? Is there a problem here?

Wang Zhongqiao asked again.

"My master was treating this patient with acupuncture. I don't know why, but after the treatment, the patient ended up like this." A young man answered; he was Xiong Zhengkai's disciple.

"You, you are quacks. My husband was fine just now, but after your acupuncture, he became like this. Everyone, isn't that right?" The woman shouted angrily.

The onlookers also agreed. They had been watching the whole time, thinking Xiong Zhengkai's acupuncture was amazing. They even planned to let him treat them after the boss. Now, they were afraid.

"This can't be. It was just a minor issue; how could it turn out like this?" Xiong Zhengkai took the patient's pulse again but was at a loss.

Xiong Zhengkai saw Chen Wentian come over and called out happily, "Old Chen, come and see what's wrong." Chen Wentian's pulse diagnosis was famous in Qingmei City; he would surely know what was wrong.

Chen Wentian, who had just lost face, wanted to regain his dignity. "Alright, I'll take a look." Chen Wentian went forward and took the patient's pulse, frowning. "Strange, there seems to be something wrong with his body, but I can't figure out what."

"Yes, I couldn't figure it out either." Xiong Zhengkai nodded.

Wang Zhongqiao, seeing that Chen Wentian couldn't figure it out, said anxiously, "Director Mo, can you help see what's wrong?"

Wang Zhongqiao had already asked Wang Mengxin about Mo Zhitao and knew that he had a family medical formula. He had more confidence in Mo Zhitao.

"Um," Mo Zhitao hesitated. Xiong Zhengkai was a famous local TCM doctor. If he treated the patient now, would Xiong Zhengkai be upset?

Xiong Zhengkai looked at Mo Zhitao, "Young brother, can you help me see what's wrong?" Xiong Zhengkai was at a complete loss. If the patient died, he would not only lose his reputation but also be held responsible. The patient was a local boss with money and power, who wouldn't let him off.

"Alright, I'll try," Mo Zhitao nodded and went forward to squat down and take the patient's pulse.

Hmm? There doesn't seem to be anything wrong? Mo Zhitao was surprised after taking the patient's pulse.

"Young brother, what's wrong?" Xiong Zhengkai asked urgently when he saw Mo Zhitao finish.

"A bit strange," Mo Zhitao said.

"You can't figure it out either?" Xiong Zhengkai was disappointed, thinking Mo Zhitao could help him.

Chen Wentian felt a bit more balanced, "Old Xiong, he's just a young man; don't have too high hopes."

"Ah, it seems we need to call an ambulance and send him to the hospital." Xiong Zhengkai sighed. If they did this, it would mean his TCM skills were no good, and no one would come to him for treatment in the future. His reputation would be ruined.

"I didn't say I couldn't figure it out; I just find it strange." Mo Zhitao said, "Old Xiong, can you have two people move him to the rest room? I want to examine him more carefully."

Mo Zhitao suspected there was something wrong with the patient, but with so many people around, he didn't want to use the Yin-Yang Technique and be discovered. If his suspicions were correct, using the Yin-Yang Technique in front of so many people would only harm him. The black-clothed man had repeatedly warned him not to reveal the Yin-Yang Technique in front of others, although it was different for ordinary patients.

"No, if my husband is moved and something happens, who will be responsible?" The woman next to the patient stopped them.

Xiong Zhengkai's disciple wanted to help but now dared not move. Yes, if the patient died, who would be responsible?

Mo Zhitao smiled, "It will be fine." He took out silver needles and pricked the patient, who immediately stopped screaming.

"Ah, it hurt so much just now," the patient gasped.

"Husband, are you okay?" The woman was secretly relieved to see her husband stop convulsing.

"Wife, let this director treat me. I trust him," the patient said, gritting his teeth. Although Mo Zhitao looked young, his skills were evident.

Mo Zhitao also wanted to know what was wrong with the patient. "You two, carry him over there quickly. If we wait too long, it might be too late."

Some people wanted to follow, but Mo Zhitao didn't allow it. The woman said, "I want to go with him."

"I need to treat the patient, and no one else can be around. If you come in, I won't treat him," Mo Zhitao shook his head.

The patient was anxious, "Wife, don't come in. Wait for me outside." He gave the woman a meaningful look, and she nodded secretly. If anything happened to her husband, she wouldn't let Mo Zhitao leave.

Xiong Zhengkai and Chen Wentian were standing inside. When Mo Zhitao came in, he said, "Masters, can you go outside?"

"Can't we stay inside?" Chen Wentian asked, a bit angry.

Mo Zhitao shook his head, "No, each doctor has their own way of treating patients. I can't have others around to influence me." Li Bin had already come over.

"Alright, we'll go outside," Xiong Zhengkai said helplessly. He wanted to see how Mo Zhitao treated the patient, but everyone has their secrets, and he couldn't force it.

Actually, treating the patient wasn't a secret for Mo Zhitao, but the black-clothed man had warned him that if his Yin-Yang Technique didn't reach the third level, he couldn't reveal his skills, or he might be in danger. So, Mo Zhitao had to be cautious.

Mo Zhitao told Li Bin, "Li Bin, guard the door. No one can come in without my permission."

"Yes, Director Mo," Li Bin nodded solemnly. Shen Hua also brought Shi Qianzhi to the door to guard it.

Mo Zhitao locked the door, went to the patient's side, and pulled out the silver needles. As soon as Mo Zhitao did this, the patient screamed, "Doctor, I'm in so much pain. Please help me with the needles."

"Sir, I need to find out what's wrong with you. I assume you don't want to have needles in your body for the rest of your life. My needles only provide temporary relief, and you will have problems again in a few hours," Mo Zhitao said seriously.

"Please cure me. I will thank you greatly," the patient said fearfully. Actually, he didn't have a serious illness, just some aches and pains. He came to the party for free treatment, thinking he would get acupuncture from Xiong Zhengkai. Normally, it would cost at least a thousand yuan to see Xiong Zhengkai, but he didn't expect this to happen.

Mo Zhitao nodded, held the patient's hand, and sent a stream of true energy into his body. After Mo Zhitao's true energy circled the patient's body, his face changed.

No mistake, someone had hit the patient's acupoints. This kind of attack used internal energy, which Xiong Zhengkai and Chen Wentian didn't understand, so they couldn't detect it. "Did anyone hit you before Xiong Zhengkai treated you?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"No," the patient shook his head, "I ate some things at the party. Could it be related?" The patient thought he might have eaten something wrong.

"No, someone must have hit you, and it must have been very painful," Mo Zhitao said firmly.

"Really, I didn't," the patient was very sure. "I just had some aches and pains, nothing very painful. But after Xiong Zhengkai's acupuncture, I suddenly felt very painful, and then I ended up like this."

Mo Zhitao was shocked. Could it be that after Xiong Zhengkai's acupuncture, someone hit the patient's acupoints?