Chapter 84

Li Sanzhen hesitated because Liu Fei asked him to guarantee that he, as the head of the Li Family Clinic, would be responsible for the meal, and many people would be joining them. Liu Fei's intention was clear: he wanted to tie Li Sanzhen to Mo Zhitao's plan, which had an 80% chance of success. If Mo Zhitao succeeded, it would be fine, but if he failed, the Li Family Clinic would have to take responsibility. Therefore, Li Sanzhen was hesitant and unsure of what to do.

"Xiao Liu, life and death are determined by fate. Don't talk like that," the old man angrily rebuked Liu Fei.

"I don't need the old man to guarantee anything. If the surgery fails, I'll offer my life to the leader," Mo Zhitao said through gritted teeth.

The situation had reached this point, and Mo Zhitao couldn't let Li Sanzhen take the risk with him. If he didn't help the old man, the old man might have problems. Mo Zhitao was confident in his Yin-Yang Technique; as long as he controlled the old man's nerves with it, there shouldn't be much of an issue.

"Alright," Liu Fei felt a bit more at ease when Mo Zhitao said this. After all, if Mo Zhitao was willing to stake his life, he probably wouldn't joke about such matters.

The old man angrily said, "Liu Fei, you brat, are you saying I'm too old and you won't listen to me?"

"No, Leader," Liu Fei quickly lowered his head when he saw the old man's anger.

"Hmph, I want to make it clear that no matter whether I live or die, it has nothing to do with this young man. Don't make things difficult for him, understand?" The old man was afraid that if the surgery failed, he wouldn't be able to protect Mo Zhitao. A man like Mo Zhitao, who took responsibility, was rare.

"Yes, Leader, no matter the outcome of the surgery, I won't make things difficult for him," Liu Fei solemnly promised.

Mo Zhitao said, "Leader, I will do my best. Can I take your pulse again? And, can we be alone here?"

"This..." Liu Fei was worried.

"Everyone, please leave. I'm sorry, Old Li," the old man said to Li Sanzhen.

Li Sanzhen nodded. He knew that some extraordinary people didn't like others watching them treat patients, as they had their own secret methods that they didn't easily show.

"Alright, we'll go out first. If anything happens, just call me," Li Sanzhen and the others left.

This time, Mo Zhitao didn't take the old man's pulse but grabbed his hand. The old man smiled at Mo Zhitao and said, "Young man, don't worry too much. It's best if you can cure me, but if you can't, it's not a big deal. My life is a bonus."

"Leader, I will do my best to cure your illness," Mo Zhitao said through gritted teeth.

Mo Zhitao used the Yin-Yang Technique, and a stream of internal energy slowly flowed into the old man's body. Gradually, Mo Zhitao felt the condition of the old man's body. His yin energy was excessive, especially in the abdomen, where there was a white spot. That white spot was likely the main point of the nerve line. If he could control that white spot, the nerve line wouldn't affect the old man's life.

Mo Zhitao's method of diagnosing the illness was not something that could be detected through pulse-taking. His method of controlling the nerve line was also not something that could be done with acupuncture. He used the Yin-Yang Technique to control the nerve line, which meant suppressing that white spot.

This was also why Mo Zhitao believed the Yin-Yang Technique was related to the Yin-Yang Medical Canon, as it focused more on treating patients. Therefore, Mo Zhitao was confident in the Yin-Yang Technique and believed he could control the nerve line. Of course, his main issue now was his internal energy. If his internal energy reached the second level, treating the old man would be no problem.

"Leader, it's done. I've figured it out. Have the surgeon come over, and I'll control the nerve line," Mo Zhitao said.

"Alright, Xiao Liu has already notified them. You go rest for a bit," the old man waved his hand. He didn't know if he would survive this surgery, so he needed to arrange some things.

After Mo Zhitao left, a staff member approached him.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" The staff member had received instructions from Liu Fei.

"Find me a room. I need to rest, and call me when it's time for the surgery," Mo Zhitao said.

"Alright, please follow me, sir," the staff member nodded and led Mo Zhitao to a room on the third floor.

When Mo Zhitao entered, he found that the room was fully equipped, almost like a hotel suite. Mo Zhitao didn't hesitate; he closed the door and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. After the shower, he practiced the Yin-Yang Technique, his body turning red.

The upcoming treatment would require a lot of internal energy, so he had to take this time to rest and recover. Through his constant practice of the exercise pills, his internal energy had improved significantly. Even if it hadn't reached the second level, it was close.

At the time, the black-clothed man had said that practicing the Yin-Yang Technique could sometimes be dangerous, which made Mo Zhitao cautious. However, it might be because of the special ability of the Golden Dragon Snake in his body that he hadn't experienced any yin-yang imbalance leading to death.

In fact, Mo Zhitao didn't know that the Golden Dragon Snake ability in his body had already caused a yin-yang imbalance. Otherwise, when he broke through to the first level of the Yin-Yang Technique, his body would have died from the imbalance.

But because of the Golden Dragon Snake ability, his internal yin and yang had mutated, so he didn't die.

In the surveillance room on the first floor, there were many screens showing the various areas of the estate. Liu Fei stared intently at one screen, which was broadcasting Mo Zhitao practicing in the room.

If Mo Zhitao saw this video, he would probably want to die. Liu Fei had even watched him undress and take a shower, let alone when he used the Yin-Yang Technique to examine the leader's body.

"Strange, what's going on with Mo Zhitao? Why is his body so red after the shower?" Liu Fei muttered to himself.

He had ordered the other staff members not to watch the footage of Mo Zhitao, so he was the only one who saw it.

It seemed that Mo Zhitao knew martial arts, but his practice posture was a bit different. He hoped Mo Zhitao could control the leader's nerve line. Otherwise, even if he was sent to a military court, he would kill him. Liu Fei thought about this while deleting the footage of Mo Zhitao he had just seen.

About an hour later, a staff member knocked on Mo Zhitao's door. Mo Zhitao followed him out and saw Li Sanzhen waiting for him in the lobby on the first floor.

"Zhitao, you must do your best," Li Sanzhen said to Mo Zhitao.

Now he couldn't stay and watch, and he felt a bit disappointed. But since the leader had spoken, he couldn't say anything more.

"Old Li, I'm sorry," Mo Zhitao said.

"It's nothing," Li Sanzhen replied.

He guessed that Mo Zhitao would use some secret techniques to control the leader's nerve line.

The operating room was in a nearby building, which was essentially a small hospital with many advanced medical instruments.

"Leader," a fifty-something major general doctor approached the old man and saluted.

"Alright, thank you for your hard work," the old man nodded. "You can proceed with the surgery. I've already told you that I won't blame you for anything that happens."

"But..." The major general doctor glanced nervously at Mo Zhitao. Liu Fei had called and said to follow the young man's instructions. This young man was too young; could he be reliable? The old leader was a pillar of the military, and if something went wrong, no one could take responsibility.

The old man said sternly, "I don't want to say more. Follow this young man's instructions. I trust him. Even if the surgery fails, I won't blame you."

The major general doctor nodded and said to Mo Zhitao, "Director Mo, what should we do now?"

"Let's go to the operating table," Mo Zhitao said calmly.

He had previously assisted in surgeries at the Ninghai Provincial Hospital.

When everyone entered the operating room, the anesthesiologist prepared to administer anesthesia to the old man. Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "No, I'll do the anesthesia."

After saying that, Mo Zhitao took out a few silver needles and inserted them into the old man's body.

"Done, you can proceed with the surgery."

"No anesthesia?" the anesthesiologist exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, I've already anesthetized him," Mo Zhitao nodded.

The major general doctor glanced at Mo Zhitao and said to the assistant, "Check the leader's anesthesia level."

The assistant began the examination, "The leader's anesthesia level is sufficient. We can proceed with the surgery."

"How, how is this possible?" the anesthesiologist said in surprise.

"Proceed with the surgery. I've also stimulated the leader's hemostatic points, which will last for an hour. Can you remove the bullet within an hour?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Yes, an hour is enough," the major general doctor nodded.

"Can you really control the nerve line?"

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

Mo Zhitao held the old man's left hand, closed his eyes, and slowly transmitted his internal energy.

"Proceed, I can only hold on for an hour. If the surgery fails, I'll die with the leader," Mo Zhitao's face showed determination.

When Mo Zhitao's internal energy entered the old man's body, he could feel the white spot. A yellow spot was attached to the white spot, which was the bullet. The area where the yellow spot was located had already become diseased. If the yellow spot wasn't removed, the old man's body would have problems.

The major general doctor saw Mo Zhitao close his eyes and hold the leader's hand, knowing that time was of the essence. Mo Zhitao's demonstration of acupuncture anesthesia had also increased his confidence.

"Proceed, let's do it."

The major general doctor clenched his fist. He knew the leader's condition best. Without surgery, the leader could only live for a month. Therefore, the leader's decision made sense, and they could only trust that Mo Zhitao could control the nerve line.

The doctors and nurses in the military were highly skilled, and they worked in perfect harmony. The surgery began smoothly.

At this moment, the old man's body began to move irregularly.