Chapter 81

On Saturday morning, Mo Zhitao had just walked out of his residential complex, intending to hail a taxi to Li Family Clinic, when a motorcycle stopped beside him.

"Mo, Doctor Mo," the man driving the motorcycle said, looking at Mo Zhitao.

"Erzi, is there something you need?" Mo Zhitao asked, looking at the pockmarked young man.

He felt that Erzi's character was different from that of the pockmarked man. Erzi seemed a bit honest, and it was a pity that he followed the pockmarked man in the underworld.

"Nothing much, the boss asked me to do something. I just happened to see Doctor Mo as I passed by," Erzi said.

"Doctor Mo, thank you. I don't fart anymore now," Erzi added.

Mo Zhitao was taken aback and frowned, "You don't fart anymore now?"

Not farting can also be a kind of illness.

"No, what I mean is that I don't fart often, and I don't pass those smelly farts," Erzi hurriedly explained.

Now, Mo Zhitao's medical skills were becoming increasingly famous, and everyone was talking about his prowess. Therefore, Erzi and his group did not want to offend Mo Zhitao. Who doesn't get sick? Especially for people like them who were involved in the underworld, they needed a doctor like Mo Zhitao even more.

"Hehe, it's fine. I have something to do," Mo Zhitao thought about hailing a taxi to Li Family Clinic.

"Doctor Mo, where are you going? I can give you a ride," Erzi said.

Mo Zhitao looked at Erzi's motorcycle, "I'm going to Li Family Clinic. Can you give me a ride?"

"Sure thing," Erzi tried to start the motorcycle, but it seemed unresponsive, and he couldn't get it to start.

"Phew," Erzi let out a loud and smelly fart.

Mo Zhitao covered his nose and got off the motorcycle, "Erzi, I'll take a taxi. You go ahead and do your business." With that, Mo Zhitao hailed a taxi and went to Li Family Clinic.

"Damn, why won't the motorcycle start? And I even strained myself to fart," Erzi angrily kicked the motorcycle again.

"Vroom," the motorcycle finally started, and Erzi was taken aback.

Mo Zhitao arrived at Li Family Clinic, and a security guard stopped him at the entrance. "Sir, hello. Are you here to see a doctor? Do you have an appointment? What's your surname?"

The security guard was very polite, but if Mo Zhitao didn't have these, he wouldn't let him in.

"Old Mr. Li called me over. Please inform them that Doctor Mo Zhitao is here," Mo Zhitao said.

"Mo Zhitao?" The security guard hesitated for a moment but still used the walkie-talkie to inform the inside.

Mo Zhitao nodded inwardly, judging the master's quality from the subordinates. If this were in another place, the security guard might have driven him away.

After a while, the security guard said to Mo Zhitao, "Sir, please wait. Someone will come to pick you up."

Not long after, Zou Gaobing ran out. "Director Mo, sorry to keep you waiting," Zou Gaobing said apologetically.

"No, I just arrived," Mo Zhitao waved his hand.

Zou Gaobing led Mo Zhitao inside. Li Family Clinic was a large courtyard in the suburbs, with several large buildings. According to Zou Gaobing's introduction, the front building was for treating patients, and the back buildings were for living or other purposes. There was also a medicinal garden with some herbs planted.

Mo Zhitao nodded inwardly, thinking he should also find a piece of land to grow some herbs. Some medicines couldn't be bought from pharmacies, and only self-grown herbs could be trusted. Nowadays, many herbs had excessive pesticide residues.

"Director Mo, our master is waiting for you inside," Zou Gaobing said.

"Okay," Mo Zhitao nodded. After entering the building, he saw several people in the hall. Sitting in the middle of a large chair was an elderly man around 70 years old, wearing a black coat, with silver hair but sharp eyes. Li Dingzhao was sitting at the edge, and he looked a bit displeased when he saw Mo Zhitao enter.

Mo Zhitao guessed the old man was Li Sanzhen. He bowed and said, "Mo Zhitao greets Old Mr. Li."

"Hehe, Director Mo, please sit. I apologize for inviting you here today," Li Sanzhen said with a smile.

"Old Mr. Li is a master in traditional Chinese medicine. It's an honor for us younger ones to learn from you," Mo Zhitao humbly sat down.

Li Sanzhen waved his hand and said, "Director Mo, let's not talk about such formalities. I called you here today to understand the process of your medical competition with Dingzhao. I heard that you also treated the patient by needling the Jiaochexue point, without needling any other points, and completely cured the patient?"

"Yes," Mo Zhitao nodded. He didn't expect Li Sanzhen to call him for this reason. Given Li Sanzhen's medical skills, he didn't want to hide anything.

"How did you do it? Can you explain?" Li Sanzhen asked.

Mo Zhitao smiled, "Since Old Mr. Li asked, I will explain. Although it's the same acupoint, different needling techniques, different pressures, and different depths can have different effects. It's like using the same herbs but in different quantities, which can produce different medicinal effects. The principle is the same."

"En, good, that makes sense," Li Sanzhen nodded. In Li Family Clinic, only he could achieve this. Such needling techniques required extremely high medical skills, and decades of experience in acupuncture were needed.

Because of this, Li Sanzhen didn't tell his other disciples. He would only inform them when their acupuncture skills reached a high level, otherwise, it would harm them. But how did Mo Zhitao, at such a young age, achieve this? Li Sanzhen found it hard to believe.

The others were secretly surprised. If what Mo Zhitao said was true, his acupuncture skills had reached a divine level. The same acupoint, different needling techniques, different pressures, and different depths could have different effects, which they had never heard of before. When they saw Li Sanzhen nodding, they had to believe it.

"I don't believe you are that good," Li Dingzhao said disbelievingly. His father and others didn't know how to perform such acupuncture, so how could Mo Zhitao be so good?

"Director Mo, would you mind demonstrating for us?" Li Sanzhen looked at Mo Zhitao, "We have other patients in the clinic. You can show us something."

Mo Zhitao saw Li Sanzhen's calm demeanor and smiled, "Old Mr. Li, don't make me feel uncomfortable. I think you can do it too."

"You are young and talented. Can you do it?" Li Sanzhen still stared at Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao knew that Li Family Clinic was not an ordinary place. When he entered, he noticed that the two people standing outside the door were martial artists. Moreover, the people inside were all highly skilled in martial arts.

"Okay, since Old Mr. Li has asked, how can I refuse?" Mo Zhitao said helplessly.

"Thank you, Director Mo. Today, let these young men see that there are always people better than them and things beyond their understanding. They shouldn't think they are the best," Li Sanzhen said happily, giving a nod to Zou Gaobing, who nodded and went to arrange it.

Soon, Zou Gaobing returned. "Master, Director Mo, everything is arranged."

"Good, Director Mo, please," Li Sanzhen stood up and led Mo Zhitao outside.

In the second treatment room of the clinic, a patient was lying on the bed. The patient might have been informed earlier that an expert would come to treat him, so he wasn't surprised when he saw so many people enter. When the patient saw Li Sanzhen, his eyes widened, "Is it, is it Old Mr. Li Sanzhen?"

"En, don't worry, you will be fine," Li Sanzhen nodded.

"En, I trust Old Mr. Li," the patient said happily.

After the others took the patient's pulse, it was Mo Zhitao's turn. Mo Zhitao didn't hesitate, as this was a test of his medical skills. If he didn't show his abilities here, he wouldn't have a place to stand in Macheng District.

"The patient has stomach pain, mainly due to liver qi affecting the stomach, causing stomach distension and pain, which can sometimes lead to vomiting," Mo Zhitao said.

"Yes, Doctor, you are right," the patient said, initially unsure about Mo Zhitao but now reassured.

Li Sanzhen asked, "How will you treat it?"

"Using normal acupuncture, the points to be needled are Zhongwan, Neiguan, Zusanli, Tianshu, and Liangmen," Mo Zhitao said.

"We know that," Li Dingzhao muttered from behind, disliking Mo Zhitao.

Li Sanzhen glared at Li Dingzhao, "Dingzhao, be quiet. Director Mo, how would you do it?"

"If it were me, I would only need one needle," Mo Zhitao said.

"Which point would you use?" Li Sanzhen asked with interest.

Mo Zhitao cleared his throat, "I would only use Neiguan."

"Good, please treat the patient, Director Mo," Li Sanzhen nodded.

Mo Zhitao took out a silver needle and slowly inserted it into the patient's Neiguan point. After a while, he gently pushed it in a bit more. At first, the patient cried out in pain, but when Mo Zhitao pushed it deeper, the patient felt no pain and felt warm and comfortable.

After about thirty minutes, Mo Zhitao pulled out the silver needle and said, "It's done. The patient is fine."

Li Dingzhao was the first to disbelieve. After taking the patient's pulse, his face changed. As Mo Zhitao said, the patient's stomach pain was gone, and it was quite miraculous. After everyone else took the patient's pulse, Li Sanzhen also checked and said, "Let's go out."

Everyone left the clinic building. Li Sanzhen said to Zou Gaobing, "Gaobing, give the treatment fee to Director Mo. He has cured the patient."

"Yes, Master," Zou Gaobing nodded.

"Old Mr. Li, you don't have to do this. It was just a small effort," Mo Zhitao waved his hand.

"This is our rule. We only charge for the patients we treat. If someone else treats them, the fee should go to them," Li Sanzhen said firmly. "Director Mo, you are indeed talented. The future belongs to the young."

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**End of Chapter**