Chapter 8

"Don't do that? Last time you checked my body like this? You even said ten times would be enough, did you lie to me?" Long Yujiao's face turned sour.

Mo Zhitao felt his eyes couldn't leave Long Yujiao's body. Her body, like a small flower, was very alluring, especially to a man in his prime.

He felt an urge to pounce on her and bit his tongue lightly. The pain made him a bit more calm.

"No, no, I'll check you." Mo Zhitao hurriedly stepped forward to take her pulse and examine her.

The memories in his mind made him understand what had happened. The previous "him" had seen Long Yujiao's beauty and used the excuse of checking her to make her undress and grope her.

Beast, he is a beast. Mo Zhitao kept scolding himself.

He had never really treated Long Yujiao before, just thinking of taking advantage of her, and even touching her under the guise of a medical examination. After taking her pulse, Mo Zhitao's eyes kept wandering over Long Yujiao's body, though not fully developed, it was still very alluring.

"Yujiao, do you have severe pain during your period every month?" Mo Zhitao knew Long Yujiao's condition well. Dysmenorrhea was common among young girls, and most women wouldn't come to the hospital unless the pain was unbearable.

The previous Mo Zhitao was uneducated, but the current him was different. His mentor said he could easily be a chief physician in a large hospital.

"Yes, it's very painful. I once fainted in the classroom. The teacher asked me to come to the hospital, and I didn't expect to meet Brother Mo on my first visit." Long Yujiao felt more confident in Mo Zhitao when he correctly identified her condition without asking, and her previous doubts vanished.

"Let me try acupuncture. You can also take some Vitamin B regularly, and you'll be fine." Mo Zhitao originally planned to prescribe Chinese medicine, but considering she was a student and boiling the herbs would be troublesome, he decided to focus on acupuncture and some vitamins.

"Thank you, Brother Mo." Long Yujiao looked at Mo Zhitao with stars in her eyes. In her eyes, Mo Zhitao was handsome and could treat her without charging, which made her admire him greatly.

Mo Zhitao took out the acupuncture needles. He was about to insert them into the dysmenorrhea point, which was located in the fourth intercostal space of her sternum. He could choose the stomach point, but it wouldn't be as effective.

"Yujiao, I'm going to start." Mo Zhitao's voice trembled slightly as he looked at the small peaks on Long Yujiao's chest.

"Yes, go ahead. You touched me last time anyway." Long Yujiao blushed and whispered.

Ah. Mo Zhitao almost fainted. He wanted to slap himself. He was a pervert, having touched Long Yujiao before, and even her small mountains. He was not a good person.

"You might need to take off your bra, otherwise it will affect the acupuncture." Mo Zhitao swallowed hard. It was really killing him. Even though the rest room had air conditioning, he felt very hot.

Especially when he pointed to her bra with his finger, he saw his hand shaking.

Long Yujiao's face turned even redder, but she closed her eyes and slowly reached behind her back. With a gentle movement, her bra came off, revealing a pair of small white buns with a tiny red dot in the middle.

"Yujiao, don't worry, I'm a doctor, and you're a patient. It's nothing." Mo Zhitao felt like he was covering up, and his "unruly" part seemed to be getting excited. He squeezed his legs tightly, took a deep breath, and then performed the acupuncture on her dysmenorrhea point.

After removing the needles, Mo Zhitao's eyes accidentally glanced at the white buns again, and he couldn't help but touch them. "Yujiao, it's done. You can put your clothes back on." Mo Zhitao kept swallowing hard.

"Thank you, Brother Mo." Long Yujiao blushed as she put her clothes back on. When Mo Zhitao touched her private area, she felt like she had been electrocuted.

Mo Zhitao couldn't help but stare as she dressed. Her movements were very graceful, like a beautiful piece of art.

How can I look at Yujiao like this? Am I any different from the pervert I used to be? Mo Zhitao quickly turned his face away. Long Yujiao seemed to notice Mo Zhitao staring and her face turned even redder.

"Yujiao, have you eaten?" Mo Zhitao asked as Long Yujiao buttoned her white shirt.

In his memory, Long Yujiao's family was poor, and they lived in the countryside. Because her family was poor and couldn't afford medical treatment, she had come to him before and been deceived into letting him examine and touch her body.

Mo Zhitao thought about how he had "accidentally" touched Long Yujiao's softness earlier, and his heart trembled again.

Long Yujiao shook her head. "Not yet. I came straight here after class. You said to come every week for a check-up, but I couldn't find you, so I waited here. Fortunately, I found you."

"I'll treat you to a meal." Mo Zhitao felt guilty towards this cute and beautiful girl and wanted to make it up to her in some way.

"Really? Brother Mo." Long Yujiao said happily.

"Of course, would I lie to you?" Mo Zhitao pretended to be angry and led Long Yujiao out of the hospital. The female nurses who saw him with such a cute and beautiful girl shook their heads in pity.

Long Yujiao walked close to Mo Zhitao, and her soft body occasionally brushed against him, making him feel a bit aroused, making it difficult to walk.

At a small restaurant near the hospital, Long Yujiao hesitated. "Brother Mo, how much does it cost to eat here? Is it expensive? Maybe we should get fast food instead."

Reminded by Long Yujiao, Mo Zhitao was startled. He had always lived in a wealthy family and didn't think much about money, and even if he didn't have cash, he could use a card. But now he was Mo Zhitao, not Cheng Zhifeng. He checked his wallet and found only 100 yuan.

"It's fine, I can afford it." Mo Zhitao thought that two dishes and a soup would be enough for both of them, and it should be within 100 yuan.

Mo Zhitao found a table and called a waiter to order two dishes and a soup. He calculated that the dishes would cost about 60 yuan, and a few bowls of rice would be no problem. When the waiter brought the food, Long Yujiao hesitated to eat.

"Yujiao, you might not eat well usually. Malnutrition can also cause your condition. You should pay attention to your diet." Mo Zhitao put a piece of chicken on Long Yujiao's plate.

"I know." Long Yujiao replied.

While they were eating, a few thugs came in. When they saw Long Yujiao, their eyes lit up as if they had found a meal. "Wow, I've never seen such a pretty little girl, and she's already developed. She must be a lot of fun to play with," a pockmarked thug said excitedly.

Hearing the thug's words, Long Yujiao shrank back in fear towards Mo Zhitao. Mo Zhitao, smelling the fragrance of her body, felt a bit aroused and whispered, "Yujiao, don't be afraid of these thugs. In broad daylight, they won't dare to do anything."

"Hey, pretty boy, are you talking to us?" The pockmarked thug, hearing Mo Zhitao, stepped on a chair and shouted angrily. "Damn, do you know how powerful I am around here?"

"Brother Mo, let's go." Long Yujiao was scared.

"Okay." Mo Zhitao used to fight often and wasn't worried in normal situations. But with Long Yujiao beside him, he was afraid of involving her.

The pockmarked thug, seeing Mo Zhitao trying to leave, immediately blocked his way. "Heh, trying to leave?"

"What do you want?" Mo Zhitao said angrily.

"I don't want anything." The pockmarked thug smiled sinisterly. "Since you look as handsome as me, you can leave, but the little girl stays to eat with us."

"No way." Mo Zhitao immediately refused loudly.

"Damn, you only cry when you see the coffin." The pockmarked thug punched Mo Zhitao's chest. "Smack!" The pockmarked thug's punch was fast, and Mo Zhitao couldn't dodge it, so he was hit. "Ah!" The pockmarked thug clutched his fist and screamed in pain, feeling as if he had hit a steel plate.

Mo Zhitao looked at the pockmarked thug in surprise. What a joke, he had only lightly punched him, and the thug was screaming in pain. His acting could win an international award. Seeing the pockmarked thug hit him, Mo Zhitao didn't back down and punched him back.

"Smack." The pockmarked thug was punched away by Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao was a bit stunned. His strength seemed much greater now, and a casual punch could send the pockmarked thug flying several meters.

"Ah, brothers, attack, beat him to death." The pockmarked thug, who had been punched and knocked over a table, had a bowl of noodles spilled on his head, making him look very embarrassed, which made the other customers laugh.

Hearing the pockmarked thug's call, the other thugs tried to attack, but Mo Zhitao had already moved.

Mo Zhitao felt an endless surge of strength. When he rushed forward and punched and kicked the other thugs, they fell like straw dummies, and soon all were on the ground.

These thugs are really weak. Mo Zhitao thought to himself.

"Let's go." The pockmarked thug, seeing the situation, immediately ran away.

Mo Zhitao called the owner to pay the bill and led the frightened Long Yujiao out.

"Yujiao, I wanted to treat you to a meal, but I didn't expect to cause you trouble. You didn't eat enough, did you?" Mo Zhitao said apologetically after sending Long Yujiao to the school area.

"Brother Mo, I'm full. I eat very quickly. I think you didn't eat enough." Long Yujiao saw Mo Zhitao holding her hand and felt both shy and happy. Brother Mo had been very heroic, fighting four people alone, and he was incredibly handsome.

Long Yujiao wanted to pull her hand away, but she also felt a bit reluctant.

"It's fine. If I'm hungry, I'll eat something later. Go back to school and don't let them see you." Mo Zhitao realized he had been holding Long Yujiao's hand and let go, feeling a bit embarrassed. Holding her hand was very comfortable, even though it was small.

"Okay, Brother Mo, can I have your phone number? If I can't find you, I can call you." Long Yujiao said.

"You need to find me?" Mo Zhitao was taken aback.

"Yes, you still have to check me eight more times, don't you?" Long Yujiao said.

Mo Zhitao looked troubled. "I haven't forgotten. Remember my phone number, and if you need anything, call me." Sigh, pervert, having to check a young girl's body eight more times, Mo Zhitao, you really know how to plan.