personal doctor

The little boy didn't answer, nor did he look at Praxin, he just looked down at his feet.

"I don't know why, but he became like this just now. In the morning, he seemed quite happy and smiled at us," the boy's father said strangely.

"It's probably because the medicine in his body has expired, and he has become like this now." Mo Zhitao thought for a while. "Did he say anything?"

"He didn't speak, but he seemed to want something, but he didn't want to talk to me. It wasn't like this in the morning. I don't know why it is like this now?" the boy's father said.

Mo Zhitao continued to ask: "Does the child go back to the past now, as if there is something more, is that so?"

"Well, that's right." The boy's father said. "Everyone, we let our children come here to treat you because we trust the state institutions and your major medical schools. If anything happens, you must be responsible."

"Yes, if something happens, they must be held accountable." The martial artist behind said angrily.

Old Li said: "Don't be angry, we have already promised you at that time. We won't cure you, but we won't make your illness worse." Old Li thought about He Dan and his three doctors They left again, especially He Dan, who was the leader of the judging panel this time, and if something happened, he would not be able to escape responsibility.

Mo Zhitao said: "Uncle Li, now it's best to send a helicopter to send the child to the hospital for examination. In addition, we need to find Fu Dong. He was the one who looked after the child at the time, and he is responsible."

"Yes, it was Fu Dong who saw it, and he must be held accountable." Old Li said hastily.Old Li called a staff member over, "You immediately take this child to the military hospital for examination by helicopter, otherwise we cannot be held responsible for something."

"I'll go with the child." Kang Lao said.

"I'm sorry for the old Kang," Mo Zhitao said.

Elder Kang looked at Mo Zhitao and said, "Master Mo, what do you think about this child? Tell me so that I can have a good idea and let the hospital prepare for relevant examinations."

"I suspect that he has stimulant drugs on his body, a bit like stimulants and other things, which seem to be different, and seem to fascinate people," Mo Zhitao said.

Elder Kang looked at the child's father and asked, "Did Fu Dong see a doctor for the child this morning?"

"He didn't see a doctor for the child. He asked me to call him after I went down the mountain. He also gave me a mobile phone number." The child's father said.

After Lao Li wrote down Fu Dong's cell phone number, he said to Lao Sun, "Old Sun, take someone to find Fu Dong, where is he?"

At this time, Lin Zhenqiang and the others came back, "Boss, we couldn't find Fu Dong, he seems to be gone. We also asked other martial arts practitioners, but we didn't see him."

"Fu Dong left?" Lao Li frowned.Because after the game, only the doctor king was asked to stay, and the other players did not ask.

The staff took the boy and their parents and left by helicopter. Old Li said solemnly: "This time the doctor king competition is really worrying, and accidents happen again and again. We will ask people to find Fu Dong , he can't run away."

Old Li heard from the Ministry of Health that he wanted to recruit Fu Dong to the Health Bureau, but now that something like this happened, he had to report it.So, Old Li took out a satellite phone from his pocket, and he walked aside to make a call.

Mo Zhitao looked at the satellite phone in Old Li's hand, thinking that they would have to be equipped with all of them in the future.Even if it is not possible to have one set for each person, at least one or two sets should be provided for each area to facilitate their work.

Like now they are on Tianliang Mountain, it is not easy for everyone to communicate with each other.However, according to Lin Zhenqiang, satellite mobile phones are not omnipotent. In some very hidden places, sometimes there is still no signal, but they are much better than ordinary mobile phones.

After Old Li made the phone call, he came back and said, "Zhitao, let's go in and have a meeting, and then you can go back. We will take care of the boy's matter."

"Okay," Mo Zhitao also thought about taking everyone down the mountain. They had been here for four days, especially Yu Meijing, who kept clamoring to go down to take a bath.

Mo Zhitao followed Old Li to the tent inside, and when he entered, Mo Zhitao saw the eighth-level master who had appeared that night sitting there, an old man with an unattractive appearance.

"Hello senior." Mo Zhitao said respectfully to the old man.

"Well, your name is Mo Zhitao, are you the master of the Yin Yang Sect? Congratulations on becoming this year's Doctor of Medicine." The old man smiled at Mo Zhitao.Mo Zhitao was able to become a doctor at such a young age, and his medical skills must be extraordinary.

If there is no accident, Mo Zhitao will become the next two terms of the king of doctors.Just ask, in the past two decades, whose medical skills dare to compare with Mo Zhitao.Even if he is an eighth-level master, but who does not suffer from illness, he thought that sometimes he still needs to find Mo Zhitao!

"Thank you, senior." Mo Zhitao said.

Old Litou said seriously: "Zhitao, this is a sixth-grade exercise pill. This is your reward. Take it well." Old Litou took out a small box from his arms.

"Thank you, Uncle Li." Mo Zhitao took the box happily. He wanted to give Yu Meijing the sixth-grade exercise pill to see if she could raise her internal energy to level six.

The old man glanced around. Apart from him, there were only Mo Zhitao, Old Li and two staff members in black. "Okay, now I'm down to business." The old man said. "Master Mo, maybe you don't know that the biggest benefit of becoming a doctor king is not the sixth-grade practice pill, but becoming one of us."

"Become one of yours?" Mo Zhitao wondered, what's the benefit of being theirs?

"Do you know what organization we are?" the old man asked.

"I don't know." Mo Zhitao shook his head.

The old man said: "Then you know about the Secret Service, right? According to the information we have obtained, you have intersected with the Ome City Special Service."

Mo Zhitao nodded and said, "Yes, I know the secret service team. Are you from the special service department in Beijing?"

"Hmph, you underestimate us too much, we are members of the Wumeng." The old man said proudly.

"Wumeng?" Mo Zhitao was stunned for a moment. Last time he had heard about Wumeng, he asked Zhang Fei later. Zhang Fei was very taboo, so he didn't ask again. "Senior, what kind of organization is the Wumeng?"

The old man said seriously: "The Martial League is actually a department formed by the state recruiting martial arts masters from all over the country. It has been established for more than 100 years. In the past, it mainly consisted of a shadow department and an executive department. 30 years ago, we established a medical department."

"Then what relationship do you have with the secret service team?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"The Special Service Team is a non-staff organization of our Wumeng. If we think that the people in the special team are good, we will select them to join the Wumeng. Our Wumeng has a lot of power, and it is only responsible to the main leaders of the country. We will take care of everything else Don't pay attention." The old man said.

Mo Zhitao opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Only accountable to the main leaders of the country?" My God, what kind of power is this?

"Well, in fact, with the strength of our martial arts alliance, we are not afraid of other sects. As long as we make a move, the Qingcheng faction that is against you will be wiped out by us in an instant." The old man said confidently.

"I want to ask, how many masters and what level are there in your martial arts alliance?" Mo Zhitao asked.

The old man smiled and said: "Whoever does not reach the sixth level of martial arts cannot join the martial arts league. Those who have the sixth level of martial arts are not called masters in our martial arts league. People go out on a mission."

"You mean, if you don't have a seventh-level expert to carry out your tasks, you can't go out to carry out the tasks?" Mo Zhitao asked.These days, the staff walking around in the arena are probably warriors from the Wumeng League. Only people like Old Li and his seventh-level martial arts can be responsible for some things.

"Well, you can say that." The old man said.

Mo Zhitao asked: "The senior's martial arts is level eight, what is the management level in the Wumeng?"

"The eighth level of martial arts, you can be a middle-level leader in the martial arts league." The old man said. "I am the overall person in charge of the security work of this competition, and Old Li and the others will be responsible to me."

"Are the senior members of the Martial Arts League level nine?" Mo Zhitao asked weakly.Oh my god, he used to think that his martial arts were very powerful, but it turned out that Wumeng was the best.

"This is a high-level secret of our martial arts alliance. You cannot know about it at your current level," said the old man.

Mo Zhitao said: "Then I won't ask, senior, if there is nothing else, I'll go first." It's better for him not to know about such secret matters.And listening to the old man's mysterious and mysterious words, it is estimated that there is nothing good, so he should leave.

"You want to leave now?" The old man was about to faint after hearing Mo Zhitao's words.

"Senior, do you have anything else to do?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Mo Zhitao, you haven't even taken your Wumeng token, and you haven't understood what you have to do in Wumeng. Do you want to leave now?" The old man glared at Mo Zhitao angrily.

Mo Zhitao was stunned, "Senior, what did you just say? What is my token, what is my business?"

"Don't you know that after becoming a medical queen, you can enter the medical department of the Wumeng? Within half a year, if you pass the assessment, you will take over the affairs of the medical department. At that time, your power will be very powerful. This is what others want to ask for." The glory and wealth that can't be achieved, you are leaving?" The old man cried out in surprise.

Suddenly, the old man patted himself on the head and said: "Oh, I almost forgot, your Yin Yang Sect has disappeared for more than 20 years, and no one has come into contact with the above things, maybe you don't know. No wonder you don't know at all, you now Do you still want to leave? If you don't leave, you can enter the Wumeng and hold a lot of power in your hands."

The old man thought that as long as he said that, Mo Zhitao would give in soon, and he would say sorry to himself soon.

But the old man was wrong. After Mo Zhitao heard what the old man said, he smiled and said: "Senior, I am still young, and I don't want to join any martial arts alliance for the time being. You should find another expert. By the way, Harasu Not bad, you look for him. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."