Chapter 9

When Mo Zitao returned to the hospital, he saw Doctor Xu Xiaohai sitting in the on-duty room. "Xiaohai, aren't you resting at noon?" Mo Zitao asked. Xu Xiaohai usually had a good relationship with him.

"Chen Dachao, that sycophant, asked me to come on duty at noon. Damn it, there's an emergency room at noon. And he won't give me any allowance for sitting here." Xu Xiaohai said angrily.

"Have the salaries been paid?" Mo Zitao asked.

"Paid, paid, paid your sister. Last month's salary won't be paid until the end of this month. If this continues, I won't do it anymore." Xu Xiaohai got angrier as he spoke. He wasn't very stuttering, but sometimes when he was in a hurry or excited, he would stutter a bit. The income of the District People's Hospital was good, but the treatment of medical staff was poor.

Mo Zitao grinned, "If you give me a sister, I don't want last month's salary. By the way, lend me 200 yuan. I want to go to the city later."

"I heard you were suspended by Jiang Huaheng and can't leave the hospital during working hours. You're going to the city later?"

Xu Xiaohai was a bit worried about Mo Zitao and said, "Be careful, Jiang Huaheng will ruin you. He's with Chen Dachao and Lin Xiaoyong."

As he spoke, Xu Xiaohai took out his wallet and pulled out 200 yuan.

"It's fine, I'm not afraid of them," Mo Zitao said nonchalantly.

"Xiaohai, I'll pay you back in a few days." They often borrowed money from each other.

Although the Cheng family didn't recognize him as Cheng Zhifeng, he didn't want others to recognize him easily. He saw a pair of glasses in a storage box on the desk and asked, "Whose glasses are those? I want to borrow them to wear."

"Those are Chen Dachao's glasses. They are reading glasses for looking at medical records. You won't find them useful," Xu Xiaohai said.

Mo Zitao smiled and said, "I just need the frame. I can wear it without the lenses."

After saying that, Mo Zitao took the reading glasses and hit them hard with a stapler, breaking the lenses.

Xu Xiaohai watched as Mo Zitao put on the frame and couldn't help but frown and scold, "Mo Zitao, don't ruin me. I'm on duty at noon. If something like this happens, Chen Dachao will ruin me."

"Can't you just say you don't know anything?" Mo Zitao left the hospital with the glasses frame, taking a bus to the city.

This time, Mo Zitao came to the Cheng family to see how things were, after all, that was his home.

The Cheng family had a large villa in the city, surrounded by a large courtyard.

It was said that the land where the Cheng family lived in the city center was worth ten billion. When Mo Zitao arrived, he saw the gate was locked, seemingly unchanged from before, except that the owner was now Cheng Hai.

Not long after, Mo Zitao saw a police car drive into the Cheng family compound. The electric gate slowly opened, and Mo Zitao saw four security guards in black standing inside. They were all retired soldiers with excellent skills.

From the license plate of the police car, it was the first police car in Qingmei City, the car of the city's Public Security Bureau chief. Mo Zitao didn't expect Cheng Hai to have such a good relationship with the chief.

Mo Zitao didn't want to watch anymore. As the gate was about to close, he walked over. A security guard walked up and sternly asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm a friend of your young master Cheng Zhifeng. He asked me to come over and play when I have time. He even called me last week," Mo Zitao deliberately mentioned Cheng Zhifeng's phone number.

Mo Zitao only decided to go in because he saw the Public Security Bureau chief coming.

"I'll inform the master." The security guard took out a walkie-talkie and spoke.

Soon, Cheng Hai came out with two bodyguards.

Cheng Hai looked at Mo Zitao and asked, "What's your name? What kind of friend are you to Zhifeng?"

"My name is Li. I met Zhifeng at Ninghai Medical University. Is he here?" Mo Zitao said while looking at Cheng Hai.

He was a bit worried about his safety. If someone found out his identity, it would be troublesome. But now his soul was in Mo Zitao's body, and no one should recognize him. He had also deliberately darkened his face before coming.

"I'm sorry, Zhifeng died in a car accident a few days ago," Cheng Hai said.

"What? How is that possible? He called me last week to come over and play. Can I go in to burn incense for him?" Mo Zitao deliberately said in surprise.

Cheng Hai looked at Mo Zitao for a while, and Mo Zitao felt a chill. "We are very sad and don't want to see other guests. Please leave. Security, escort the guest out."

Cheng Hai waved his hand and then turned to walk inside.

Mo Zitao wanted to say something, but the security guards were already blocking him, so he had to turn and walk out.

Haste makes waste. Cheng Hai had already given the order to leave. To ensure the safety of the Cheng family, Cheng Hai had hired several retired soldiers as security guards, and some special forces as bodyguards.

Cheng Hai walked inside, with two bodyguards following him.

Suddenly, Cheng Hai stopped and muttered to himself, "There are cameras at the gate. Send the photo of that Li to the province to check who he is and what kind of friend he is to Zhifeng."

"Yes, Master." One of the bodyguards nodded respectfully.

Mo Zitao didn't leave. He hid in a department store across the street and kept an eye on the Cheng family's gate.

About half an hour later, the police car came out, followed by Cheng Hai's Mercedes.

"Hmph, you say you don't want to see other guests, but why are you seeing others, Cheng Hai? Hypocrite, I must find out." Mo Zitao thought to himself. He was just a nobody now and couldn't afford to provoke Cheng Hai. If Cheng Hai said a word, he would never have a chance to turn things around.

In the afternoon, Mo Zitao returned to his residence in Macheng District and studied the contents of the "Yin-Yang Medical Classic."

In the acupuncture and pulse sections, only those who can control qi can achieve the best results. Therefore, Mo Zitao didn't delve deeply into these sections. He just familiarized himself with the herbs mentioned in the pharmacopoeia. Some he had never even heard of, let alone seen.

However, according to the book, these herbs had special effects on certain diseases.

If what was written was true, it was a very good book.

Unfortunately, the medical classic didn't include methods for cultivating qi. Otherwise, if he mastered qi, he could use it for acupuncture and deep pulse diagnosis.

Using qi for pulse diagnosis could reveal yin and yang, which Mo Zitao found very interesting.

In the evening, Mo Zitao stood up, stretched, and walked around the living room a few times.

No, I need to make money. If I don't get stronger, I won't have the ability to investigate my own death or seek revenge.

With that thought, Mo Zitao went to an internet cafe and logged into the "Medical Inquiry" website, where some people posted requests for medical consultations. Mo Zitao found a message seeking traditional Chinese medicine for erectile dysfunction.

Leaving the internet cafe, Mo Zitao called the person, "Hello, Mr. Wu?"

"Yes, who are you?" The other person's tone was unfriendly.

"I'm a doctor. I saw your post on the medical website and want to help you with your condition," Mo Zitao said. Doctors on the medical website had to register with their real names and positions and be verified before they could access patient information.

"Which hospital are you from?" Mr. Wu asked.

"I'm from Macheng District People's Hospital, specializing in traditional Chinese medicine. I can prescribe herbal medicine to treat your erectile dysfunction," Mo Zitao said.

"Are you sure you can cure my erectile dysfunction without side effects?" Mr. Wu was excited.

"Sure, you can come over. No charge if it doesn't work," Mo Zitao dangled the bait.

"Alright, I'm in Qingmei City now. Wait for me for two hours, I'll be there in two hours," Mr. Wu hung up hurriedly.

Mr. Wu's estimate of two hours was conservative. In one hour and twelve minutes, his Mercedes arrived.

Mo Zitao was still waiting at the intersection in front of the internet cafe. When Mr. Wu saw him, he asked, "Little brother, where's your dad?"

"Why are you looking for my dad?" Mo Zitao asked curiously.

"I'm here to see your dad for a consultation. He called me just now," Mr. Wu looked at his watch anxiously.

"That was me who called you. I'm Doctor Mo," Mo Zitao said.

"You?" Mr. Wu didn't believe it. A young doctor like Mo Zitao couldn't possibly be able to treat him.

"Forget it, I won't see you." Seeing a doctor was different; it was his body, and even if it was free, he couldn't risk it.

Mo Zitao said, "Since you're here, let me take your pulse."

"You'll just say I have erectile dysfunction, you already know my condition," Mr. Wu said dismissively.

"I'll tell you about other conditions. Try it," Mo Zitao smiled.

"Alright, I'll try it." Mr. Wu extended his left hand.

Mr. Wu's driver, a tall young man, watched Mo Zitao coldly, looking like a bodyguard.

Mo Zitao took Mr. Wu's pulse and said, "Besides erectile dysfunction, do you often have trouble sleeping at night?"

"Yes, how did you know?" Mr. Wu slapped his thigh in surprise.

"I'm a doctor. Do you believe my skills now?" Mo Zitao said confidently.

"I've taken your pulse. I can cure your erectile dysfunction. If you can't last more than fifteen minutes with a woman, come back and find me."

"Really?" Mr. Wu was excited again. In his youth, he could last over thirty minutes with a woman, but now, at around forty, he couldn't last more than two minutes, sometimes even collapsing as soon as he entered the room. This frustrated him, and no amount of money could help.

Mo Zitao nodded and said, "I said I can prescribe you a formula. If it works, you pay me. If not, you lose nothing."

"How much do you want, and how many doses?" Mr. Wu asked.

"I'll give you acupuncture first, then prescribe a formula. It will cost 100,000 yuan," Mo Zitao said calmly.

"What? 100,000 yuan? You might as well rob a bank," Mr. Wu jumped up angrily.

"Ha ha ha, I'm better than robbing a bank. Robbing a bank is illegal, but this isn't. Think about how much you've spent on your condition," Mo Zitao laughed.

Mr. Wu was silent. He had spent at least a million on his condition, trying all kinds of supplements, wild animals, and visiting many famous doctors in the provincial capital and Beijing, but nothing worked.

The famous doctors said that for his condition, traditional Chinese medicine was best. If he took Western medicine, especially Viagra, he would never be able to get an erection again, which scared him.

"Alright, I agree. Can you also treat my insomnia?" Mr. Wu asked.

"That's a second condition. I'll charge you less, 10,000 yuan. After treating both conditions, it will be 110,000 yuan in total," Mo Zitao said.

"Alright, where will we do the acupuncture? At your hospital?" Mr. Wu asked.

"Mr. Wu, your condition is private. You're a respected person. Let's go to a hotel room. The acupuncture will take about an hour, so a hourly room will do," Mo Zitao said. He didn't want to go to the hospital, where the dean and department heads had issues with him, and he wanted the money for himself.

Mr. Wu nodded and had his driver book a room at a nearby hotel.

In the room, Mo Zitao performed acupuncture on Mr. Wu for forty-five minutes, then removed the needles.

"Mr. Wu, I'll prescribe you a formula," Mo Zitao wiped the sweat from his forehead, wrote a prescription for Yang-restoring Decoction, and added a few herbs.

"Is that it?" Mr. Wu looked at the prescription skeptically. Was 100,000 yuan worth it for this young doctor? He felt it was a lot.

"These are deer antler, ginseng, and other herbs. They don't seem special, but I've tried them before."

"Different dosages have different effects. Sometimes a few grams more or less can make a big difference," Mo Zitao said.

"Trust me, you won't regret it. For the next three days, you can't share a bed with anyone, including men. After three days, you can test your function. If it works, you pay me 100,000 yuan."

"He he he, Doctor Mo, don't worry. If your medicine works, I'll definitely pay you," Mr. Wu took the prescription with a sinister smile.

Damn it, I have the prescription. If it doesn't work, I'll kill you. If it does work, I won't bother with you; I'll just be cured. Mr. Wu thought Mo Zitao was very naive but didn't say it to his face.

If Mo Zitao were smart, he would have asked for some payment upfront.

Just as Mo Zitao left the hotel, his phone rang. It was Xu Xiaohai.

"Hello, is that Zitao? We just received an urgent notice. There's a staff meeting tomorrow morning. You must attend, no exceptions," Xu Xiaohai said. "Also, Chen Dachao can't find his glasses and is raging in the on-duty room. He said if he finds out who did it, they won't have a good time."

"The glasses have nothing to do with me," Mo Zitao laughed. "Xiaohai, I'll be back for the meeting tomorrow."