Chapter 76

Just now, the man in black had treated Mo Zhitao's injuries, and Mo Zhitao was now fine. After the man in black left, Mo Zhitao went to take a shower and started practicing the Yin-Yang Technique.

Today's fight gave Mo Zhitao a lot of confidence. If anyone tried to assassinate him again, he would not let them off. Mo Zhitao's body turned red, and the scorching heat made him feel increasingly hot, as if he were about to be cooked.

Mo Zhitao clenched his teeth tightly. In his current state, his yang energy was too strong. He had to practice to reduce the yang energy to balance his body and improve his martial arts. Strangely, this excessive yang energy would disappear by the next day.

The next day, when Mo Zhitao woke up, he felt that his body was fine, and his internal energy was stronger than before. If he continued practicing like this, he would definitely become very powerful.

According to what the man in black had told him last night, martial arts in the martial world were divided into nine levels. Mo Zhitao was currently at the first level. However, because everyone's martial arts were different, sometimes a first-level practitioner could kill a second-level practitioner.

The man in black said that a first-level practitioner with a special body like Mo Zhitao could possibly deal with a second-level or even a third-level practitioner. Sometimes, the quality of martial arts techniques could make up for the difference in levels. The martial arts levels were just a general concept.

The assassin last night might have been at the second or even third level, but he was still killed by Mo Zhitao. This was the reason. If Mo Zhitao's body were not so strong, he would have been killed by the masked man, let alone be able to kill him.

"Zhenqiang, come over to me later. I have a martial arts technique to teach you," Mo Zhitao called Lin Zhenqiang.

Lin Zhenqiang said that he had already gained a bit of influence in Macheng District. However, Qingmei City was the territory of the Iron Sand Gang, and with their current strength, they couldn't afford to provoke them. For now, they could only occupy one street and try not to provoke the Iron Sand Gang.

"Great, Brother Mo, that's wonderful. Our strength is too weak," Lin Zhenqiang said happily.

Two of their comrades had already arrived. If they all learned martial arts, they would definitely be able to help him.

"Okay, I'm going to work now," Mo Zhitao said with a smile and hung up the phone.

When Mo Zhitao opened the door to go out, Yu Meijing was just coming out with a white face mask on.

"Ah, a ghost!" Mo Zhitao deliberately shouted in fear.

"Director, you're here? I thought you weren't," Yu Meijing said with a smile when she saw Mo Zhitao.

"Heaven, Meijing, what are you talking about? What do you mean I'm not here? I'm always here," Mo Zhitao said, giving Yu Meijing a disapproving look.

"Hehe, I saw you weren't home last night, and I didn't expect you to suddenly appear this morning, which scared me a lot," Yu Meijing said. For some reason, she felt very happy to see Mo Zhitao at home.

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing's zombie-like face and laughed, "You scared me to death. What are you doing? You look like a monster. I thought a monster had come into the house."

"You're the monster," Yu Meijing said, giving Mo Zhitao a disapproving look. "Have you ever seen such a beautiful and gentle monster?"

"Hehe, of course, my friend is a beautiful female monster," Mo Zhitao laughed.

"Shameless," Yu Meijing ignored Mo Zhitao and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Yu Meijing had already learned how to cook porridge. With two eggs, Mo Zhitao and she finished breakfast at home and were ready to go to work.

"Meijing, you don't need to drive. I have a friend coming to pick me up for something. We'll go to the hospital in his car," Mo Zhitao said.

"Okay," Yu Meijing nodded.

When Mo Zhitao and Yu Meijing went out of the neighborhood, Lin Zhenqiang's Santana was already waiting outside.

"Brother Mo," Lin Zhenqiang saw Mo Zhitao and hurriedly got out of the car to open the door for them.

"Zhenqiang, let me introduce you. This is my colleague, Yu Meijing," Mo Zhitao introduced them. "Meijing, this is my friend, Lin Zhenqiang."

"Hello, Sister-in-law. You can call me Xiaoqiang from now on," Lin Zhenqiang smiled at Yu Meijing. Since Mo Zhitao and Yu Meijing were living together, he had to respect her as his sister-in-law.

Xiaoqiang? Sister-in-law? Yu Meijing's face showed a black line. She turned her head and glared at Mo Zhitao, wondering what Mo Zhitao had told Lin Zhenqiang.

"Zhenqiang, don't misunderstand. Meijing and I are innocent. We just live together," Mo Zhitao explained.

Damn, Brother Mo is Brother Mo. Even living together, he still claims to be innocent. I should learn more from Brother Mo to see if I can attract more girls, Lin Zhenqiang thought, winking at Mo Zhitao.

"Brother Mo, I understand, I understand. No need to explain," Lin Zhenqiang said. The more you explain, the more it seems like you're covering up, he thought to himself.

"Mo Zhitao, what did you tell him?" Yu Meijing angrily pinched Mo Zhitao's thigh.

"Heaven, stop pinching," Mo Zhitao gasped, thankful that Lin Zhenqiang was driving and couldn't see what was happening in the back. It seemed that women couldn't be offended, especially not a woman and a small person. Mo Zhitao gritted his teeth.

"Hmph, who told you to talk nonsense to your friend," Yu Meijing said, though she wasn't really that angry.

Mo Zhitao said with a pained expression, "I really didn't say anything. I just asked him to drive me. We are really innocent, we just live together."

"Hmph, if you say that again, I won't talk to you anymore," Yu Meijing said with a stern face.

"Okay, I won't say it. I won't talk about our relationship anymore. Is that okay?" Mo Zhitao begged for mercy.

At the hospital entrance, Yu Meijing got out of the car first. Mo Zhitao whispered to Lin Zhenqiang, "The things are in this plastic bag. There's a prescription inside. Get two doses of the medicine. I'll refine a first-grade martial arts pill for you and Li Bin."

"A first-grade martial arts pill?" Lin Zhenqiang was stunned. He didn't understand what it was.

"Follow the instructions in the Hanyuan Technique for now. I'll explain more to you tonight. The medicine is very expensive, but it's very useful for your practice. You must buy it," Mo Zhitao instructed.

The martial arts pill is recorded in the Yin-Yang Medical Canon. Generally, a first-level pharmacist can refine a first-grade martial arts pill, and a fifth-level pharmacist can refine a fifth-grade martial arts pill.

The martial arts pill is very useful for martial artists. For example, for those who haven't reached the first level, taking a martial arts pill when they are almost there can help them reach the first level faster.

Mo Zhitao now needed a second-grade martial arts pill, but such pills were not easy to obtain. Generally, doctors who treat illnesses do not refine medicines and cannot become pharmacists.

Most pharmacists focus on compounding medicines and do not practice diligently, so their internal energy is usually not strong. The process of refining a martial arts pill is different from other pills. The pharmacist must first gather all the ingredients, then go through several procedures to prepare them, and finally use their own internal energy to refine the pill to the appropriate grade.

During the refining process, failures often occur. The ingredients are already expensive, and the pharmacist might not control their internal energy well, causing harm to their body.

There have been cases where pharmacists have suffered damage to their martial arts skills or even died while refining martial arts pills. Therefore, most pharmacists do not refine martial arts pills, which makes them very expensive. Pharmacists usually only refine them for their apprentices or close friends and relatives.

Especially for high-grade martial arts pills, they are often available at a price but not for sale. Last night, Mo Zhitao saw a request on the Medical List website for a fifth-grade martial arts pill, with someone offering ten million yuan. Damn, that thing is really profitable. Unfortunately, the ingredients are expensive, the failure rate is high, and pharmacists are prone to accidents. Otherwise, Mo Zhitao would have considered specializing in refining martial arts pills.

Generally, powerful pharmacists wouldn't care about the ten million yuan, as they might already have billions. The request had been up for almost a year, but no one had completed it. Mo Zhitao thought to himself that he should complete a second-level task on the Medical List to earn some money.

"Yes, Brother Mo," Lin Zhenqiang nodded.

Mo Zhitao got out of the car, and Yu Meijing said a bit angrily, "Director, what did you say to your pig and dog friends?"

"Meijing, how can you talk about my friend like that?" Mo Zhitao said.

"Isn't it true? Just look at his lecherous face; he's not a good person," Yu Meijing thought of Lin Zhenqiang's sinister smile when he heard they were living together, which made her feel disgusted.

"Alright, let's go to work. Let's see how many patients we have this morning," Mo Zhitao said.

When Mo Zhitao and Yu Meijing arrived at the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, Yu Meijing started arranging the patients.

Just as Mo Zhitao finished seeing a patient and was about to stand up, Jiang Wang and his wife walked in.

"Director Mo, it's very lively here. I think in Macheng District, besides the Li Family Clinic, this is the busiest place for medical treatment," Jiang Wang said with a smile.

"Mr. Jiang? Is there something wrong with your body again?" Mo Zhitao asked, surprised to see Jiang Wang.

"Director Mo, no, after you treated Jiang Wang last night, he's completely fine now," Wang Ying said with a smile.

Mo Zhitao said, "That's good. I thought you were here to settle accounts with me."

At first, Mo Zhitao was worried that something had happened to Jiang Wang, as he had been injured by a skilled opponent. He was concerned that Jiang Wang might have been attacked again.

"Director, thank you very much for what happened last night. We were thinking of inviting you to lunch. Do you have time?" Jiang Wang said.

He didn't want to come, but Wang Ying said that a doctor as skilled as Mo Zhitao should be cultivated for future needs.

Moreover, after Mo Zhitao treated many people last night, they all said his medical skills were impressive and noted his phone number to build a relationship with him.