"What? Director Jiang, the patient is seriously ill, and time is not waiting for anyone." Xu Xiaohai said anxiously.

He knew that Jiang Huaheng and the others were fighting secretly, but no matter how they fought, they could not fight the patient.

This patient is the second time he has been on the disease. If he does not rescue within 6 hours, he will lose the best treatment time. The patient may be paralyzed or even die forever. At that time, the patient's family will definitely go to the hospital for trouble.

Suddenly, Xu Xiaohai figured it out. What Jiang Huaheng wanted was the patient's family to make trouble, and he wanted Mo Zhitao to stay in the Chinese medicine department.

"Xu Xiaohai, didn't Mo Zhitao say that traditional Chinese medicine is very powerful? He also said that it was a national treasure, so they just wanted them to cure the patient." Jiang Huaheng stared at Xu Xiaohai.

Helplessly, Xu Xiaohai had to send the patient to the Chinese medicine department with other nurses. Zhang Song and Mo Zhitao were preparing to go back from get off work, but they did not expect that a patient would come. They are now in the "starting a business" period, and the more patients they have, the better.

"Zhitao, come here." Xu Xiaohai pulled Mo Zhitao aside, and then he told Mo Zhitao the reason for the matter.

"Zhitao, please send the patient to the city as soon as possible, otherwise something will happen." Xu Xiaohai said worriedly.

"Xiaohai, what do you think I should do now?" Mo Zhitao said coldly.

"The doctor is a parent. Jiang Huaheng is afraid that something will happen and push the patient out. But I am not that kind of person. I will treat the patient. You should leave, otherwise Jiang Huaheng will put on small shoes for you and I will deal with this matter."

When Mo Zhitao returned to the ward, Zhang Song stood there and frowned. He also said what Xu Xiaohai said to Mo Zhitao. He wanted to send the patient to the city, and he would be embarrassed if he was embarrassed, but he could not let the patient have any accidents.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "Director Zhang, let me do it, I have the confidence to cure him. Meijing, please help me look at the door, I want to treat the patient, you can't let other people come in."

Mo Zhitao asked Zhang Song and the others to go out, and only him and the patient were left in the ward.

He wants to apply an acupuncture later, but he cannot let others see it. Especially if the needle-punching method is seen by Xiao Rufeng and others, he will doubt his identity.

The patient is already in a deep coma. If he does not provide rescue, the consequences will be very serious, and those villains Jiang Huaheng will be even more proud.

Unfortunately, there is no true qi in my body, otherwise the effect will be even better if I apply the needle with qi. During the lunch break, Mo Zhitao also practiced the Yin-Yang technique, but there is still no qi in the Dantian.

Mo Zhitao applied the acupuncture point, and he pierced the patient's Baihui, Guanyuan, Taichong, Shenque and other acupuncture points.

Half an hour later, Mo Zhitao slowly pulled out the steel needle. He had just taken the pulse for the patient and knew where the patient's cerebral blood vessels were blocked, so he targeted the acupuncture there to clear the patient's cerebral blood vessels. It should be fine.

When Mo Zhitao opened the ward door tiredly and walked out, Yu Meijing stood there and guarded her.

She felt a little distressed when she saw Mo Zhitao's face was covered in sweat.

Yu Meijing handed over the towel and asked with some concern: "Doctor Mo, how are the patient?"

She just heard from her uncle that the patient was very serious. Even if she went to the city's hospital, she might not be able to be rescued. Even if she was rescued, she would have sequelae. Mo Zhitao was just a young doctor from a district people's hospital, so she probably couldn't rescue the patient.

"Nothing is wrong, the patient will wake up in half an hour." Mo Zhitao took the towel and gently wiped the sweat on his face. The towel had a slight fragrance, and it may have been the fragrance that Yu Meijing had always held.

"It's really okay?" Yu Meijing couldn't believe it. She seemed a little powerful when she saw Mo Zhitao treating a patient last time, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful.

The medical staff were very clear about the patient's situation just now, "What is the specific situation?" Hearing Yu Meijing's voice, Zhang Song and the patient's family came over.

Mo Zhitao said: "I will help him clear the blocked blood vessels for the time being. I will wake up in half an hour and then boil medicine for him. I will remove the atmosphere in him."

"Doctor, thank you so much." The patient's family said gratefully.

After Mo Zhitao prescribed the prescription, he asked one of the family members to go to the pharmacy to get medicine. In the past, someone in the Chinese medicine department specialized in making medicine. Now, after the Chinese medicine department is abolished, the family members can only make medicine by themselves.

Half an hour later, the medicine man was awake and clear-headed, and could say something. Yu Meijing's eyes at Mo Zhitao were different.

"Let's go, let's get off work and let the family watch them. I'll help him with acupuncture again tomorrow. Taking Chinese medicine for seven days, he can walk like usual and be discharged from the hospital." Mo Zhitao said to Zhang Song and the others: "It's so late now, I'll treat you to midnight snack."

"Zhitao, how did you do it?" Zhang Song asked.

"Can you know where the patient's cerebral blood vessels are blocked?" Zhang Songke asked himself that he did not have such ability.

"Haha, I happened to be covered." Mo Zhitao was haha, and he used the pulse in the Yin-Yang Medical Meridian, which was very powerful.

Yu Meijing said happily: "As long as Dr. Mo can cure this patient, this is the sign of life. There must be many patients coming to see Dr. Mo."

"Meijing, so, don't you think about transferring to a department?" Mo Zhitao said to Yu Meijing. She was very beautiful, especially with naughty eyes, which made people want to think about kissing her.

When Yu Meijing saw Mo Zhitao looking at her, she hurriedly said, "Doctor Mo, you are now the person in charge of the Chinese medicine department. You want to treat us to midnight snacks."

"Okay, let's go to the old guy's barbecue." Mo Zhitao said disapprovingly.

Zhang Song was in the hospital. He drove a motorcycle out. Mo Zhitao asked Yu Mei to take Zhang Song's car and he drove the motorcycle to the barbecue stall himself.

When Mo Zhitao arrived there, he saw several men talking around Yu Meijing. Yu Meijing looked very angry.

Mo Zhitao knew that Yu Meijing had been teased, so he walked forward and found that it was a numb face.

He couldn't help but curse angrily: "Mao Fai, are you looking for death?"

"Who the hell calls my name?" Mabang turned his face as he said. When he saw Mo Zhitao's face changed, he then smiled charmingly: "Ah, it's Dr. Mo. I don't know that this is your girlfriend. If you offend me, let's leave and let's go." Mabang was afraid of being beaten by Mo Zhitao, and he didn't dare to provoke Mo Zhitao.

"Zhitao, I heard you beat him last time?" Zhang Song asked.

He was very anxious when he met these gangsters just now, but he had no choice but to do anything to them.

"Well, who told them to bully me?" Mo Zhitao said.

"You have to be careful, they are not good people and will take revenge on you." Yu Meijing said worriedly.

Mo Zhitao looked at Yu Meijing and smiled, "Meijing, are you worried about me?"

"Hmph, I'm not worried about you." Yu Meijing said with a red face.

Mo Zhitao has a misbehaving character. Although she is a little handsome, she will not consider being his girlfriend.

After everyone was full, Zhang Song drove Yu Meijing back to the place where he rented. Mo Zhitao also returned to his new home. He practiced the Yin-Yang technique in the villa. When he was tired of practicing, he opened his eyes and found that the man in black was standing in front of him.

"Senior, how did you come in?" Mo Zhitao asked strangely. His door was bolted, and his building was as high as eighteen floors. Could it be that the man in black flew in?

"Don't worry about this, how are you practicing? Is there real energy in the Dantian?" asked the man in black.

"No, there is no feeling at all." Mo Zhitao shook his head and said.

"You have to hurry up and practice. Generally speaking, if you can practice true qi within a month, it means that you are still a martial arts masterpiece. If you can't practice, you don't need to practice anymore, and it's useless to practice." The man in black was a little discouraged.

He thought that Mo Zhitao's body was unusual after eating the Vajra Dragon and Snake, and practicing martial arts would be a big miracle, but he didn't expect that he would be slower than ordinary people. It seems that his wish could not be realized. Alas, he didn't have a lot of time, was their gang buried like this? The man in black became more and more depressed the more he thought about it.

Mo Zhitao nodded and said, "Senior, don't worry, I have been practicing hard. During the lunch break, I was still practicing secretly in the lounge."

The man in black asked Mo Zhitao to continue practicing, and then he opened the window and jumped to the front. Mo Zhitao was shocked when he saw the man in black jumping from the 18th floor. Even if he didn't practice well, the man in black wouldn't have to jump off the building and commit suicide in sadness.

Mo Zhitao hurriedly ran to the window and looked down. He found a black shadow floating downstairs, stopping on the edge of the floor, and then continuing to float.

Oh my God, is this light skills? It's so powerful. Mo Zhitao was secretly excited in his heart. If he was as powerful as a man in black, he could investigate his death head-on.

In the morning, Mo Zhitao got up and brushed his teeth and ran outside.

He was the only one in the house, and no one made breakfast for him. He had to buy some breakfast outside. Mo Zhitao left the community and ran towards the bus stop there. It was still very early and there were no pedestrians on the street. Mo Zhitao thought of going to the entrance of the hospital to buy some breakfast.

Suddenly, a black unlicensed car rushed past the right, and the car increased its accelerator and rushed towards Mo Zhitao like a Mercedes-Benz Mustang.

Mo Zhitao quickly turned his head when he heard the sound of the car, but it was too late. The car hit Mo Zhitao head-on, and Mo Zhitao was knocked into the air. He was like a bird hit, with blood scattered in the air, and then he fell to the ground. Mo Zhitao's mouth kept spitting blood, and his eyes slowly blurred. He couldn't see what kind of car it was. He closed his eyes and was stunned.

Because it was morning, the black car hit Mo Zhitao and then ran towards the front, and soon escaped to the suburbs and drove into an old yard. The driver took out his cell phone and made a phone call, "Boss, the matter has been done. Mo Zhitao must be dead. I hit him head-on, and he vomited a lot of blood on the spot."

The driver said it was very confident. It was not the first time he did such a thing. People who were even lighter than Mo Zhitao were killed, let alone Mo Zhitao.
Chapter completed!