Chapter 82

"Thank you, Old Mr. Li." Mo Zhitao didn't act pretentiously after hearing Li Sanzhen's words.

"Grandpa, actually, the effect of one acupuncture point is the same as several. If I were to treat the patient, I could achieve the same therapeutic effect with more points." Li Dingshuai, seeing Mo Zhitao enter the large hall first, said不服气地 (unwillingly).

Li Sanzhen glanced at Li Dingshuai and said, "Dingshuai, do you remember what I told you before? If we can make the patient recover sooner, we should do so. If we can reduce the patient's suffering, we should do so. The same principle applies to acupuncture. If we can use fewer points, we should. Medicine is toxic, and acupuncture is no exception. Don't think that more acupuncture is better. Therefore, what Director Mo did is the essence of acupuncture. I only realized this in the past two years, and I didn't expect Director Mo to be so young and yet have such medical skills. Sigh, I've lived for nothing these past few decades."

Zou Gaobing and the others were taken aback by Li Sanzhen's words. Li Sanzhen had only realized this medical technique in the past two years, but Mo Zhitao had already mastered it. Mo Zhitao was younger than all of them, yet he had such medical skills.

Seeing that Li Dingshuai didn't respond, Li Sanzhen continued, "Dingshuai, you are usually arrogant and can't stand others being better than you. Now you see that Mo Zhitao is far better than you. I suspect his medical skills are not inferior to mine."

"Grandpa, how could that be?" Li Dingshuai said, disbelieving.

"Medical skills are about strength. You should focus on improving your skills. The internal cultivation techniques of our Chinese medicine school can help you, but you didn't listen, thinking it would take a lot of time, so your internal strength has never reached the first level." Li Sanzhen said.

"You should practice hard and take the First-Class Cultivation Pill when the time comes."

"Yes, Grandpa." Li Dingshuai said helplessly.

Zou Gaobing sighed inwardly. People like Li Dingshuai, who grew up with a silver spoon in their mouth, had a significant advantage in cultivation. It took him a lot of effort to reach the second level, and he had never broken through to the third level. If he had a Third-Class Cultivation Pill, he might have broken through to the third level. However, the current price of a Third-Class Cultivation Pill was one million. Their Li Family Clinic also sold them secretly, but the pills were rare, and sometimes money couldn't buy them.

Li Sanzhen seemed to understand Zou Gaobing's thoughts and said, "Gaobing, you've been with me for many years. Go to the pharmacy and take a Third-Class Cultivation Pill. You've been at the second level for a long time, and you should improve."

"Master." Zou Gaobing said, moved.

For them, money was not important. If they could improve their skills, it was what they dreamed of.

"The Third-Class Cultivation Pill is very expensive now. It's said to cost 1.5 million on the black market. We should keep our pills for sale."

"Go and take one. You've been with me for so many years, and you've worked hard." Li Sanzhen waved his hand to stop Zou Gaobing from speaking. "You all go and do your work. Gaobing, come with me."

Li Dingshuai and the others nodded and left. Li Sanzhen and Mo Zhitao went inside, where Mo Zhitao was sitting and drinking tea. The servant bowed and left when she saw Li Sanzhen enter.

"Director Mo, this is the 3,000 yuan for the consultation fee. Please check it." Zou Gaobing handed the 3,000 yuan to Mo Zhitao.

"Do you still doubt us?" Mo Zhitao smiled and put the money in his pocket.

It seemed that the Li Family Clinic was a profitable place. For such patients, he would charge 500 yuan in the Chinese medicine department, and if it was a wealthy person, he would charge up to 1,000 yuan.

"Director Mo, where did you learn your medical skills?" Li Sanzhen asked.

"Hehe, Old Mr. Li, I'm just a simple person. I studied Chinese medicine in school, and an old master taught me. He told me not to tell others, so I can't talk about him."

Mo Zhitao didn't know the black-clothed man's name, and he had learned medical skills from Li Guangke. Later, he studied the Yin-Yang Medical Canon on his own. However, the black-clothed man's teachings were the most practical, while Li Guangke's were the basics.

"Ah." Li Sanzhen didn't press further when he saw that Mo Zhitao didn't want to talk about it.

"Director Mo, your medical skills are impressive. I need to exchange more with you in the future."

"Old Mr. Li, don't be too polite. I need to learn from you." Mo Zhitao said politely.

Li Sanzhen looked at Mo Zhitao for a moment and then slowly said, "Director Mo, I have a favor to ask."

"Old Mr. Li, just call me Zhitao. If I can help, I will." Mo Zhitao said seriously.

"It's like this. I'm going to treat a patient soon, but I'm not very confident. I want you to come with me. Is that okay?" Li Sanzhen's expression became very serious.

This patient was very important, so Li Sanzhen wanted a helper who was on his level. When he heard from Zou Gaobing about Mo Zhitao, he had already planned it in his mind.

Li Sanzhen had seen Mo Zhitao's medical skills and felt that they were not bad. In some aspects, Mo Zhitao might even be better than him, so he wanted Mo Zhitao to help him.

"Sure, I'll do my best to assist you, Old Mr. Li." Mo Zhitao nodded.

"Okay, arrange it. We'll leave soon. Depending on the treatment, we'll be back tonight or tomorrow." Li Sanzhen said.

"No problem." Mo Zhitao said.

He had to go to Wang Group and find He Shiyu the next day, so he didn't need to work.

Li Sanzhen nodded to Zou Gaobing, who took out his phone and walked out to make a call. Soon, Zou Gaobing returned. "Master, Director Mo, we can go."

"Okay, Zhitao, let's go." Li Sanzhen stood up, and Mo Zhitao followed him out.

Outside, a black imported Viano was already parked. When they got into the minivan, the driver immediately drove off. The car had a large space, and Mo Zhitao and Li Sanzhen sat in the middle row, while Zou Gaobing sat in the front passenger seat, leaving plenty of room inside.

The performance of the Mercedes-Benz was excellent. Although the driver drove very fast, the car was smooth. Soon, the Mercedes-Benz arrived at a military base.

The guard saw the license plate of the Mercedes-Benz and raised his hand to let them pass. The car continued to drive inside and stopped at an open area.

Mo Zhitao saw that this was actually a military airport, with a helicopter parked in front. The helicopter was already starting up when Mo Zhitao got out of the car.

Several officers were standing in front, and they ran over to Li Sanzhen when they saw him.

"Old Mr. Li, thank you for your hard work." The officers saluted Li Sanzhen.

"Don't mention it. We doctors should do this. Time is tight, so we'll go now. We'll talk more when we return." Li Sanzhen waved his hand, seeming familiar with the officers.

The officer glanced at Mo Zhitao, feeling that he had never seen him before. "Old Mr. Li, is this person also a doctor? Do they know he's coming?"

Before, it was always Zou Gaobing who accompanied Li Sanzhen, and now there was an extra person, so he had to ask. Otherwise, if something went wrong, he would be responsible.

Li Sanzhen smiled and said, "Don't worry. His name is Mo Zhitao, and he is the director of the Chinese medicine department at Macheng District People's Hospital. I've already informed them that he is my assistant."

"Okay, wishing you a smooth journey, Old Mr. Li." The officer stepped back a few steps.

Li Sanzhen led Mo Zhitao and the others onto the helicopter, which quickly took off into the sky.

Mo Zhitao was puzzled. He thought they were treating a patient within Qingmei City, but now they were taking a private plane. This patient must be very important to send a private plane to pick them up.

"Old Mr. Li, where are we going?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"We're going to Yanjing." Li Sanzhen said.

"Yanjing?" Mo Zhitao was taken aback. He had been to Yanjing before, but only for tourism.

"Who is the patient?"

Li Sanzhen's expression became serious. "Zhitao, just follow me to treat the patient. There are some things you shouldn't ask. And when you return, you must keep today's events in mind and not speak about them. I only brought Gaobing this time, and even my family doesn't know who I'm treating."

"Yes, I understand." Mo Zhitao nodded, knowing that the patient was very mysterious. He didn't need to probe further; he just needed to assist Li Sanzhen.

The plane flew very fast, and after about an hour, it began to land.

Mo Zhitao saw that Li Sanzhen sat steadily on the plane and nodded inwardly. It seemed that Li Sanzhen also had martial arts skills, and they were not weak. He wondered what level Li Sanzhen's martial arts had reached.

At the time, the black-clothed man said that each school had a leader. He wondered if Li Sanzhen was the leader of the Chinese medicine school. Even if he wasn't the leader, his position in the Chinese medicine school must be high, and his martial arts skills must be very strong.

"Let's go down." Li Sanzhen looked at Mo Zhitao and observed him secretly on the plane.

When he heard from Zou Gaobing that Mo Zhitao used Shaolin Hongquan, he guessed that Mo Zhitao was a Shaolin disciple who hadn't learned internal martial arts. However, Mo Zhitao's acupuncture skills were excellent. After observing Mo Zhitao today, Li Sanzhen decided to bring him to treat the patient.

The Chinese medicine school mainly used acupuncture and prescriptions to treat patients. Mo Zhitao's acupuncture skills had reached the top level of the Chinese medicine school. Few people in the Chinese medicine school could match Mo Zhitao's acupuncture skills. This made Li Sanzhen very curious about how Mo Zhitao, at such a young age, had learned these skills.