Chapter 83

Just now, Mo Zhitao had a calm and composed demeanor on the plane, which suggested that his martial arts were not weak. Li Sanzhen did not know which level Mo Zhitao's external martial arts had reached. At the same level, internal martial arts were much more powerful than external martial arts. This was why he always encouraged Li Dingshuai to learn internal martial arts and not to practice too much external martial arts. However, Li Dingshuai did not listen, thinking that internal martial arts were too difficult to practice, unlike external martial arts which had a visible form after practice.

"En." Mo Zhitao nodded and followed Li Sanzhen off the plane.

This was also a military airport, much larger than the one in Macheng District. After Li Sanzhen and the others got off the plane, two officers walked over.

"Old Mr. Li, we have already prepared everything," one of the officers said.

"Good, let's go then," Li Sanzhen nodded. This time, they got into a black military vehicle. The inside of the vehicle was curtained, so Mo Zhitao could not see the outside.

It was also a minivan, and one of the officers accompanied Mo Zhitao and the others, possibly to supervise them.

Mo Zhitao had never experienced such a situation before and was very curious. He guessed that they were going to a secret place, so they could not see the outside. They were now sitting in the car, with curtains on all sides, making it impossible to see outside.

The military vehicle drove fast but steadily. After about half an hour, the vehicle stopped. Mo Zhitao and the others got out of the car, and they were at an estate that looked ordinary from the outside.

However, Mo Zhitao noticed some figures moving around, and there were two soldiers standing guard at the front gate, each holding a gun, indicating that this place was not simple.

Seeing the puzzled look on Mo Zhitao's face, Li Sanzhen smiled and said, "Zhitao, don't be surprised. The patient we are about to see has a special identity, so the security here is a bit tighter."

At this moment, a middle-aged man walked out from inside. Although he was not wearing a military uniform, he exuded a fierce aura.

"Old Mr. Li, you have arrived. Our leader is waiting inside," the man said, though his eyes were on Mo Zhitao.

Li Sanzhen said, "This is the Director Mo Zhitao I mentioned. His medical skills are excellent, and I have asked him to assist me."

"Please," the man nodded and led Li Sanzhen and the others inside.

The building was not tall, only three stories. The man led them to a room on the second floor. The room was simply furnished, like an ordinary room. However, the atmosphere inside made Mo Zhitao feel that it was not simple.

Mo Zhitao noticed that there were two men standing on the second floor, not standing straight but with alert eyes, as if ready to pounce like leopards if anything happened.

Mo Zhitao saw an old man lying on a large bed inside. The old man smiled when he saw Li Sanzhen, "Old Li, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

"Being able to serve the leader is our honor," Li Sanzhen said respectfully. "Leader, how are you feeling now?"

"Ah, I'm old and not useful anymore," the old man said with a bitter smile.

"The weather has been bad lately, and my old ailment has flared up. Sometimes I really think about just leaving and not burdening the country."

Li Sanzhen said, "Leader, you shouldn't say that. If the country didn't have you and other leaders, it wouldn't be as strong. Come, let me check your pulse."

Li Sanzhen extended his hand to take the old man's pulse. After a while, he withdrew his hand, his face becoming serious. No wonder they had called him so urgently this time; the leader's illness was severe. A leader of this level would have a health care doctor with excellent medical skills by his side.

Seeing that Li Sanzhen was silent, the old man smiled and said, "Old Li, just say it. There's no need to hide anything. I've seen so many things over the years. It's just death; I've never been afraid. I've lived longer than many of my comrades, and I feel guilty towards them."

"Zhitao, come and take a look," Li Sanzhen said to Mo Zhitao.

The old man also noticed Mo Zhitao, "Is he the doctor you mentioned who will assist you?"

The old man was a bit surprised by Mo Zhitao's youth.

"Yes, Leader, don't let his youth fool you. His medical skills are excellent. I'll have him explain your condition in a moment," Li Sanzhen said, fearing that the leader might not trust Mo Zhitao. He wanted Mo Zhitao to show his skills. Doctors like them could tell if someone was competent with just a touch.

"Good, young man, give it a try," the old man nodded with a smile.

Mo Zhitao knew that the old man's identity was high. Someone whom Li Sanzhen addressed so respectfully must be important. He had heard that Li Sanzhen could treat national leaders, so this old man was likely a significant leader.

Mo Zhitao extended his hand to take the old man's pulse, while the middle-aged man watched him intently, as if on guard.

"Xiao Liu, since Old Li brought him here, he must trust him. Don't be too nervous," the old man said to the middle-aged man.

"Yes, Leader," the middle-aged man nodded.

After Mo Zhitao finished taking the old man's pulse, Li Sanzhen said, "Zhitao, tell us what you think."

"Yes, Leader, you should have an old gunshot wound in your abdomen, and the bullet is still inside. If I'm not mistaken, the bullet is pressing on a nerve, which is why it hasn't been removed," Mo Zhitao said calmly.

To be cautious, Mo Zhitao had taken the pulse for twice the usual time.

"Yes, not bad. Old Li, the young man you brought has some skills," the old man nodded.

Li Sanzhen said to Mo Zhitao, "Zhitao, continue."

"The bullet has been inside for a long time, and the wound has started to become inflamed. If it's not removed soon, the inflammation will spread throughout the body and eventually affect the heart," Mo Zhitao said.

"Yes, that's the most terrifying part," Li Sanzhen said.

"The nerve that the bullet is pressing on is very sensitive. The surgeons are afraid to operate, saying the success rate is less than 20%. That's why the bullet has been inside for decades."

The middle-aged man said, "Many doctors have seen the leader, both Western and Chinese. They all said there was no solution. The success rate of surgery is less than 20%, but if no surgery is performed, the leader's life will be in danger in about a month."

The middle-aged man could not continue. He had been with the leader for many years and did not want anything to happen to him. If possible, he would rather take the bullet himself and die in the leader's place.

"Old Li, what do you think? Do you have a solution?" the old man asked Li Sanzhen.

"Leader, I have no solution either," Li Sanzhen said with a bitter face.

The leader had already consulted many doctors, and none of them had a solution. That was why they had sent a special plane to bring him here. Alas, he had also disappointed the leader.

The leader's illness mainly involved the nerve and the bullet. If the nerve could be controlled, the bullet could be removed, and the leader would recover. However, Li Sanzhen had conducted many experiments on the nerve and found no way to control it with acupuncture, so he had no solution.

Sure enough, the old man's face showed disappointment, "Well, life and death are in the hands of fate. I've lived a good life. I've decided not to have surgery. I'll just see how long I can last. Xiao Liu, tell them not to bring any more doctors here."

"Leader, let's invite other doctors to take a look," the middle-aged man said anxiously.

"Xiao Liu, please see Old Li and the others out. I need some time alone," the old man waved his hand, signaling the middle-aged man to see them off.

"Leader, I can give it a try," Mo Zhitao suddenly said.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened when he heard Mo Zhitao.

"Can you really cure the leader's illness? If you can, I, Liu Fei, will serve you for life," the middle-aged man said, having watched the leader suffer for years, feeling like his heart was being cut with a knife.

"I can't guarantee it, but I'll do my best," Mo Zhitao said.

"The surgeons said they couldn't remove the bullet mainly because of the nerve. If I can control the nerve, will they dare to perform the surgery to remove the bullet?"

"Zhitao, can you control the nerve?" Li Sanzhen asked excitedly. "If you can control the nerve, removing the bullet is a small matter. Do you have the confidence?"

The leader was not an ordinary person, and Li Sanzhen was afraid that if Mo Zhitao failed to control the nerve, he would be held responsible. He did not want to harm Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao nodded and said, "I can't guarantee 100%, but I have an 80% chance."

Mo Zhitao planned to use the Yin-Yang Technique to control the leader's nerve. The black-clothed man had taught him that the Yin-Yang Technique was a martial art, but Mo Zhitao felt it had more medical applications. If his Yin-Yang Technique reached the second level, he would have a 100% chance, but since it had not reached the second level, he had an 80% chance.

"Good, young man, with an 80% chance, we can give it a try. Xiao Liu, notify the surgeons. I want to have the surgery," the old man said to Liu Fei.

"Leader, this is too dangerous," Liu Fei said anxiously.

He had never met Mo Zhitao and, given his youth, could not entrust the leader's life to him based on a few words.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Xiao Liu, I understand your concern, but so many doctors have said there's no solution. Now the young man says there's an 80% chance. Why shouldn't I give it a try?"

"Old Mr. Li, can you guarantee it?" Liu Fei asked Li Sanzhen.

Li Sanzhen was taken aback by Liu Fei's question and hesitated.