"Uncle, I'll take a look for you." Mo Zhitao knew that he would definitely offend Jiang Huaheng if he did this. He was the director of the department and would definitely wear his own shoes in the future.

Give it if you give it, you offend the dean. What is a director? Doctors have a parental heart, and a doctor doesn’t even have the minimum morality. What’s the difference like a butcher? Thinking of this, Mo Zhitao seems to have another goal.

"Come on me?" The patient looked at the young Mo Zhitao with disbelief, "Are you a doctor or a nursing staff here? Do you know how to see a doctor? Forget it, I'd better ask Director Jiang to ask if 500 yuan can be cured? If not, I'll sell the cows at home and come over. Alas, if there are no cows at home, the farm work in the fields will be troublesome."

The patient's face became dark again, and he remembered that Jiang Huaheng called Mo Zhitao as the doctor's assistant just now.

Mo Zhitao said seriously: "Uncle, believe me, I will prescribe medicine for you for one day. If you still have a fever when you go back tonight, you can come to see other doctors for treatment, okay?"

"You, how much does it cost to treat a doctor?" The patient embarrassedly did not dare to see Mo Zhitao.

"I don't want your money. I'll give you two injections and prescribe a Chinese medicine prescription for you. You only need a few dollars to get medicine outside with the order. You won't have a fever tomorrow. If you have a fever, come to me to settle the score." Mo Zhitao said confidently.

"How many dollars can I get a cure for the disease?" The patient didn't believe it, and he felt that Mo Zhitao was lying to him.

Mo Zhitao said: "Really, I won't lie to you. Whether it's true, you will know tomorrow."

When the patient saw that he had no money, he had to try it.

When Mo Zhitao borrowed a set of needles from the pharmacy and pierced the patient's fingerma acupoints and Quchi acupoints a few times, the patient felt that his body, which had just been hot just now, seemed to be less hot, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.

"Doctor, it seems that my body is not as uncomfortable as sweating." The patient said excitedly. He felt that Mo Zhitao felt much more comfortable after stomping him a few times.

"Well, I'll prescribe a list for you." Mo Zhitao found paper and pen and wrote it. Baihu Decoction: 50 grams of gypsum, 18 grams of Achievement Mother, 6 grams of licorice, and 9 grams of japonica rice. "You go out and try it out."

"Yes, thank you doctor." The patient believed Mo Zhitao. Mo Zhitao's acupuncture just now gave him hope.

He took the prescription and took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and secretly stuffed it to Mo Zhitao, "Doctor, if my illness is cured, I will thank you again."

In the eyes of patients, he suffered from a serious illness. If he spent 100 yuan to cure it now, he would have made a big profit.

Mo Zhitao pushed the money back and said, "Uncle, what's going on? Hurry up and go back to get medicine. I don't want your money."

"This, this..." The patient's face changed. It seemed that the doctor thought the money was too low. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and took two more pieces and handed them to Mo Zhitao for 100 yuan.

"I have something to do, please leave quickly." Mo Zhitao didn't want to say much to the patient, so he turned around and ran inside. After entering the internal medicine duty room, Jiang Huaheng stared at Mo Zhitao with vicious eyes.

"Mo Zhitao, you didn't arrange to go to work today." Jiang Huaheng said angrily.

Mo Zhitao didn't care, "Director Jiang, I have something to do. I'll go to the city now." Mo Zhitao wanted to go to the city to see the situation on the Cheng family, but there was no detective here.

Jiang Huaheng's revenge is just right.

"No, you are not familiar with the business. You have to stay in the hospital and study hard. We must also remember your attendance." Jiang Huaheng did not make Mo Zhitao so comfortable. He would not let Mo Zhitao go to work, and he would also make him stay here every day and unable to leave.

Mo Zhitao shrugged, "Oh, I get it."

For doctors, if they don’t have any performance when they don’t go to work, they won’t get money. If they just get a salary, they will only be more than 900 yuan at their level, and they won’t have much money left after eating and living.

Mo Zhitao disagreed with Jiang Huaheng's revenge, so he left the duty room and walked towards the hospital library. Mo Zhitao particularly liked reading, and he had the ability to take a look at it. He could remember everything he had seen.

He couldn't leave the hospital, so he went to the library to read books.

The one who was watching the door of the library was an old man, whose turbid eyes seemed to be unable to see things clearly. Because his right foot was lame, he walked and turned, and everyone asked him to kidnap the old man. I heard from the hospital that kidnap the old man was also a Chinese medicine doctor before, but later he was rushed here to look at the library because of his poor medical skills. He continued to stay here after retirement.

The old man Guai was reading a book. When he saw Mo Zhitao come in, his eyes lit up and seemed surprised, and then the book in his hand fell to the ground.

Mo Zhitao didn't care about this strange old man. He entered the library, where there were many old books.

For some reason, Mo Zhitao's head is very clear today and he does not have the same headache as he did a few days ago.

Has my headache been cured? Is it cured by the tornado? Mo Zhitao found a book about traditional Chinese medicine and read it quickly, and he finished reading one in half an hour.

Then he kept searching in the house. He wanted to read a book about traditional Chinese medicine. He used to spend time in Ninghai Medical University, which had a lot of books there, and he had read many books here.

Suddenly, the wooden cabinet above Mo Zhitao's head seemed to ring, but he raised his head but found nothing. What's going on? Is there a ghost? Mo Zhitao thought to himself. What he encountered in the past few days may be said to be a ghost.

Mo Zhitao's eyes were fixed on a small board in the wooden cabinet in front, as if something was there. Mo Zhitao tapped it gently, and he found that it was empty inside.

He carefully pulled apart the small wooden board and saw that there were yellowed old books inside. He strangely looked out and saw "Yin and Yang Medical Classic", which was a very old book, a bit dirty, like a scammer book on the street that cost two or three yuan a day and was ignored. I don't know who put it here.

Mo Zhitao opened the first page, which read "The book is given to the destined person". Open the second page, "The Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. All things carry the yin and embrace the yang, and the qi is harmonious."

This is the preface to the Yin and Yang Medical Classic, which is divided into needle meridians, pulse meridians, prescription meridians, etc. It uses wood, fire, earth, metal, and water to explain the introduction of medicine.

This book seems to be good.

Mo Zhitao looked at it carefully. The Yin-Yang Medical Classic was not very thick. He read it in half an hour with his reading ability. But he found that although he wrote down the contents, the contents were very profound. With his level as a graduate student in traditional Chinese medicine, most of the contents were still not understood.

The acupuncture, pulse and prescriptions inside are not much the same as those in today's traditional Chinese medicine. Mo Zhitao becomes more and more interested in it the more he reads it. Although he cannot understand a lot, the medical meridians revolve around the theory of yin and yang.

The human body also has yin and yang. If the human yin and yang are not compatible, the body will get sick. Through treatment, the yin and yang of the body will be balanced, and people will not get sick.

Mortgage of Yin and Yang? Mo Zhitao recited it silently. This statement is a bit strange. However, there is also a theory of Yin and Yang in traditional Chinese medicine. It is just mentioned that there is no special point in medical books that emphasize Yin and Yang. The principle of all curing diseases is Yin and Yang.

When I went back and studied it slowly, Mo Zhitao thought secretly in his heart.

This book is a bit weird. It's all old books anyway, so I might as well take it back and read it first. Staying here will only be wasted, Mo Zhitao thought.

Nowadays, traditional Chinese medicine has no market, let alone harmony of yin and yang. But Mo Zhitao just likes traditional Chinese medicine, and in the past he had the grand ideal of using traditional Chinese medicine to save the world.

Mo Zhitao looked up and looked outside. It was an independent small room. No matter what he did here, the old man outside would notice it.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhitao hid the "Yin and Yang Medical Classic" in his clothes, and he stood up and walked outside. The old man was leaning on the cold bed chair and resting with his eyes closed. Mo Zhitao quickly walked out of the library.

When Mo Zhitao walked out, the old man who was lying down opened his eyes, but he just looked at Mo Zhitao's leaving back and closed his eyes.

After leaving the library, Mo Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time he was a thief. He went back to the rental house at night to take a look at the "Yin and Yang Medical Classic" in detail, hoping to understand the medical content inside.

In the needle method of the needle meridian, there are general needles, qi is applied, and needles are applied in the air. He cannot do it, he cannot do it, he cannot do Qigong.

Mo Zhitao passed by the hospital building and a beautiful girl ran towards him, "Doctor Mo, Brother Mo."

The girl looks like a famous middle school student. She is not very old and is pretty. She is only 15 or 16 years old at the age of flowers. She looks more delicate and more watery than flowers, especially her big black eyes, which are extremely lively.

"You, are you?" Mo Zhitao shuddered.

"Brother Mo, you don't know me anymore? I am Long Yujiao, you recognize my sister." The girl's expression darkened, "Is it because I don't have money that you don't want to treat me anymore?"

"No, why wouldn't I help you with medical treatment?" Facing such a delicate and beautiful girl, Mo Zhitao blurted out. The girl's situation slowly emerged in his memory.

Long Yujiao looked at the doctor's duty room there, and she hesitated for a moment, "Are we still seeing a doctor there? I went there to find you just now, you are not here, and there are no other doctors there." After that, Long Yujiao walked over there, and Mo Zhitao followed behind.

When Long Yujiao saw Mo Zhitao coming in, she blushed and closed the door of the room, and then she began to take off her clothes.

"Yujiao, what are you going to do?" Mo Zhitao blurted out. Although there was no doctor on duty at noon, it seemed like that was the case!

"Brother Mo, didn't you ask me to take off my clothes for a checkup? You did this last time. You said you would help me treat this ten times, so my stomach would not hurt..." Long Yujiao said sadly: "Don't you want to help me see?"

"I'll help you with medical treatment, but don't do this." Mo Zhitao said to Long Yujiao.

However, Mo Zhitao's eyes immediately widened. Long Yujiao had already taken off her long gown and trousers outside. He saw her white body. At her age, she had already used a small cover. The mountain peaks like a small steamed bun made him swallow his saliva in difficulty. He felt so hot, as if he was about to have a fever.
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