personal doctor

Mo Zhitao didn't want to join any organization. Last time Zhang Fei asked him to join the special service team, he immediately refused.

Although joining those organizations has certain powers, it also has certain obligations. Mo Zhitao doesn't want to be bound, and it will be inconvenient for him to do whatever he wants.

"You, what did you say?" The old man stood up in surprise. He didn't expect that Mo Zhitao didn't want to join the Martial League?You must know that there are quite a few masters in the Wumeng who entrust their relationship with each other and want to introduce their disciples to the Wumeng as warriors, hoping for a good development.

But this Mo Zhitao gave up such benefits to others, is he out of his head?The old man thought to himself.

"Hehehe, I don't want to join, senior, if there is nothing else, I'll leave first." Mo Zhitao turned around with a smile and was about to leave.

"Mo Zhitao, if you dare to leave here, I will kill you." The old man said angrily.

"Senior, don't be angry." Seeing that the old man was angry, Old Li hurried over to smooth things over.

The old man said angrily: "Mo Zhitao already knows the secret of our Wumeng. If he doesn't join our Wumeng, I have no choice but to kill him."

"Ah, there is such a thing?" Mo Zhitao exclaimed in panic.He is confident that his martial arts are good, but facing an eighth-level martial arts master, he would be killed.

That night, Mo Zhitao saw the old man's attack. He just hung in the air and shot at himself. It was just a move, which seemed ordinary, but he didn't have the strength to fight back.

Eighth-level martial arts, I really have no way to compete with them.Mo Zhitao thought secretly in his heart.

"Senior, you are trying to force others to do so. You didn't ask for my opinion just now. Why did you ask me to join your organization all of a sudden? It seems a bit bad." Mo Zhitao said with a bitter face.

"Zhitao, it's actually very good to join our organization, the benefits are good, and we can help you if there is anything you need." Old Li headed to persuade Mo Zhitao. "Didn't you offend the Qingcheng faction? Lei Ming dare not do anything to you when you join our Wumeng."

Mo Zhitao said disapprovingly: "Hmph, I'm not afraid of thunder. After I go back later, I will immediately gather people to destroy the Qingcheng faction."

The Qingcheng faction has the highest martial arts skills of Lei Ming. That night, after Mo Zhitao and the others wiped out some masters of the Qingcheng faction, it is estimated that there are not many masters in the Qingcheng faction.Hehehe, if he asks the Wanjian Gang and Qingyin to help him punch, the Qingcheng faction will definitely be wiped out by them.

"Hmph, Mo Zhitao, you don't know the strength of the Qingcheng faction at all. The Qingcheng faction has been established for so many years, do you think it is Lei Ming's strength?" The old man sneered.

"Senior, do you mean that the Qingcheng faction also has eighth-level masters?" Mo Zhitao asked worriedly.If the opponent is only a seventh-level master, he doesn't have to worry.

"I don't know if there are eighth-level masters in the Qingcheng faction, but there is someone from the Qingcheng faction in the Wumeng. That person has eighth-level martial arts." The old man said coldly.

Mo Zhitao was taken aback, "There is someone from the Qingcheng faction in the Wumeng? Will he return to the Qingcheng faction?"

"That person can't go back." The old man shook his head and said. "When he joined the Martial League, he was only a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, and he was not an elder or above, so he would not go back. But after all, he was from the Qingcheng faction before, so he will definitely go to the Qingcheng faction."

Hearing what the old man said, Mo Zhitao was secretly surprised.If there is an eighth-level master who is facing the Qingcheng faction, he may not be able to destroy the Qingcheng faction.I don't know how strong that person's martial arts is. If it's in the middle of the eighth level, maybe several seventh-level martial arts masters can't resist it.Where is he going to find so many seventh-level masters now?

It is enough to ask Master Zhitong and Taoist Wu Ya to persuade them to fight, but it is impossible for them to destroy the Qingcheng faction.The Emei faction probably wouldn't help them fight the Qingcheng faction, unless the master sacrificed his appearance and followed Mieqing, and Mieqing might secretly help them.

"Mo Zhitao, you are dead. After Lei Ming leaves, he will definitely report to his fellow martial arts seniors. Then he will definitely trouble you." The old man yelled sharply.

"Yes, Zhitao, you should think about it. If you join our martial arts alliance, they won't dare to act rashly against you." Old Li persuaded Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao glanced at the old man, and then at the old Li. Why did he feel that these two people were singing red faces and the other bad faces, as if they were trying to trick him. "Uncle Li, it's not that I don't want to work with you. But Yin Yang Sect has just come out of the arena again, and I still have a lot of work to do. I can't stay in the Wumeng." Mo Zhitao said with a bitter face.Sister, you can't do this, you can't do that, he really has a headache.

"Zhitao, it's not a big problem. The regulations in the medical department are very flexible. You can make an application with the Wumeng at that time. You can come to the Wumeng regularly every month to check up on some seniors." Old Li said.

"Uncle Li, if I, I mean if, if I join the Wumeng, what job do I need to do?" Mo Zhitao asked.

Old Li said: "The medical department is mainly responsible for the health of our Wumeng people. A master like you may become the deputy director of the medical department and be responsible for the health care of some eighth-level masters."

"Mo Zhitao, in fact, you don't have much work. If you become a deputy minister, the Wumeng will send you assistants. You are mainly responsible for the health of us." Having said this, the old man sighed softly. tone. "We didn't pay attention to this before, so we lost a group of masters in the martial arts league."

"Eighth-level masters are generally older, and their health is also very important. If there is no eighth-level master, it will be a loss to the country." The old man said. "We masters are different from masters of other families and sects. We work for the country and often do things that lose our heads. It's me, full of scars."

Speaking of which, the old man lifted up his jacket, revealing a large scar and a bit of bone could be seen there.

"Senior, are you seriously injured?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Well, that was in the past. During a mission, I was plotted against by the enemy. It's not bad to be able to save my life." The old man nodded and pulled off his shirt. "Our eighth-level masters are all over 70 years old. We are not gods, and no one can escape the laws of nature. We are not afraid of death. We want to preserve the country's masters so that the country can be peaceful and stable."

Old Li said: "Yes, Zhitao, foreign enemies and internal thieves have always been eyeing the country. Like this doctor king competition, some people want to destroy our country's major events. First, people from the Qingcheng faction were poisoned to death. You are not good at martial arts, you will be killed by Lei Ming and the others; then Pei Rongding and Shao Chang were assassinated, and Fu Dong's diagnosis was very strange. Someone told me just now that the relationship behind that little boy is not simple. This series of things, all of them It's going to ruin the game."

"Well, there have always been people who wanted to kill our Chinese medicine practitioners. I also found a group of people like that in Macheng District." Mo Zhitao nodded. "But those people are very scary. After they were discovered, they all chose to commit suicide. I suspect that they are members of an organization."

Old Li said: "It must be organized and premeditated. Alas, in fact, with the strength of our Huaxia Kingdom, we are not afraid of those people. But our national conditions are like this. You can't tolerate me, and I can't tolerate you. If this continues, it will only be infighting." I don't want to talk about anything else, but this time, He Dan and the others are obviously trying to beat others, and they want their own people to go up in this competition."

"It's the same everywhere, old man Li." The old man said. "Let's not talk about so many other things now, Mo Zhitao, will you join the Martial League or not?"

"If I can take care of other things and don't have to stay in the Wumeng, I can still agree." Mo Zhitao said.He also worked part-time in the 125 nursing home before, which also delayed a lot of time.

I heard from Old Li that joining the Martial Arts League has a lot of power, and he also needs power. Now he has a lot of enemies.

"Okay, come here, give Mo Zhitao the token." The old man called to the back, and the man in black on the left stepped forward, took out a small black card and handed it to Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao took a small black card with the word "Wu" engraved on the front and the word "Medicine" on the back. There was also a number there, which turned out to be "4".God, isn't this number too unlucky?

"This is your token, but if you put this thing in the army or the public security bureau, they won't recognize you, so you can only command the special service team." The old man said.

"Can the special service team command the army and the police?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"En." The old man said.

Mo Zhitao felt ecstatic in his heart, sister, he is now the leader of the secret service team, and he will be very good in the future.

Seeing Mo Zhitao's happy look, the old man couldn't help but rolled Mo Zhitao's eyes and said, "Don't be so complacent, the special service team will report to the Wumeng for what you asked the special service team to do. If you use We will not spare you if the power in your hands does something that hurts nature."

"Senior, don't worry about this. I, Mo Zhitao, never bully others first. But if someone bullies me, I can't let them go." Mo Zhitao said seriously.

"We know your character, that's what you've been doing these days," the old man said. "But you did a very good job in saving Pei Rongding. A doctor should, as you said, put morality first."

In order to save Pei Rongding, Mo Zhitao ignored himself and had to participate in the doctor king competition, not afraid of losing the doctor king, such a good character.

The Martial Arts League also has regulations, not everyone can join the medical department.The Wumeng Medical Department is a very special institution, which is responsible for the health care of Wumeng masters.If the doctors in the medical department are not politically conscious and do something to the martial arts masters, then there will be a big problem.

Therefore, when these ten players first signed up, the organizing committee began to check the information of these ten players.The five major medical schools are the most trustworthy, and Fu Dong's information can't find any problems.