Super Doctor - Chapter 102

“Tao Xiao Case: Supernatural Incident Erupts During Appeal Trial! Tao Family Loses, but Tao Xiao’s Vengeful Spirit Refuses to Rest. Mysterious Young Man Cries Blood, Denounces Injustice—Three Defendants Driven Insane in Court!”

Old Master Tang sat by the bedside, a faint smile on his face as he skimmed through several newspapers, pausing on a photo of Xu Ze leading the charge into the courthouse. But as he read further, his expression shifted to surprise. Finally, he looked up at Tang Zhi and asked, “What exactly happened?”

“The general situation matches what’s reported,” Tang Zhi replied. “But according to the court’s investigation, the lights in the third courtroom were burned out by a power surge. The audio equipment’s switches were also damaged the same way—that’s why things got so strange.”

“However… there’s something odd. The source of the surge is unclear. Only the lights in the third courtroom were affected, and only the switches on the speakers were fried—none of the other circuits or components were damaged. It’s as if someone took a welding torch and deliberately burned just those switches.”

At this, Tang Zhi couldn’t help but chuckle. “So now, whispers are spreading that yesterday’s events were genuinely supernatural. The judge presiding over the case, Jin Baijia, is reportedly looking pale. The Zhang family is also on edge—they’ve already secretly hired several Taoist priests and Buddhist monks to perform rituals at their home. The incriminating tapes seem to have been burned too.”

“Hahaha… I never expected… never expected this!” Old Master Tang laughed heartily, tapping the table. “The Zhang family’s guilt has caught up with them. Retribution, pure retribution…”

Tang Zhi smiled faintly. “The wheel of justice turns. They had it coming.”

“How are those little beasts doing now?”

“Not well. Experts have diagnosed them with severe schizophrenia. They’ve already been sent to the capital for treatment…” Tang Zhi paused, then added with a smirk, “But I doubt they’ll ever recover.”

“Mm… Evil begets evil.” Old Master Tang sighed softly, then turned his gaze to Xu Ze, still unconscious on the bed. “Tell the media to downplay Xu Ze’s involvement. He’s still young—too much attention isn’t good for him.”

“I’ve already taken care of it. They won’t report further on him.”

Old Master Tang nodded. “Has the other news spread?”

“Yes. Since you’ve publicly acknowledged Xu Ze as your god-grandson, and I personally picked him up from the courthouse yesterday, no one would dare touch him now. The Zhang family certainly won’t risk crossing that line.”

“Good. That should be enough.” Old Master Tang exhaled. “But this kid… he’s got too much nerve. Stirring up such a scene in court—he humiliated a lot of powerful people. Things like this, which damage reputations, are always dangerous…”

“Still, who would’ve thought the Zhang family would be brought down by a kid like him?” The old man shook his head in amazement, then suddenly looked at Tang Zhi. “What’s your take on this?”

Though the question seemed abrupt, Tang Zhi understood. He frowned slightly before answering.

“It’s hard to say. According to a reporter who was there, it did seem like a supernatural event caused everything. But Xu Ze was definitely involved. That said, you know as well as I do—supernatural phenomena don’t exist. The truth is, Xu Ze must have orchestrated this somehow.”

“I consulted a hypnosis expert this morning. He said that under the right conditions, with the right psychological triggers, it’s possible to induce extreme fear in people—even to this degree. But the mental power required would be immense. Simultaneously manipulating three people into such terror would demand an almost inhuman level of skill.”

“My investigations show Xu Ze once used hypnosis to calm Tao Xiao when she was emotionally unstable. The expert said many can perform basic hypnosis, and for a twenty-year-old to reach that level is impressive. But what happened in court yesterday? The expert admitted he couldn’t do it. In fact, he said there are maybe two people in the country capable of it—and neither would be a twenty-year-old.”

“However, the expert also noted that Xu Ze’s severe eye hemorrhaging matches the symptoms of extreme mental exertion. So he couldn’t definitively rule out Xu Ze’s involvement.”

“And then there’s the biggest mystery—the lights and speakers. How did a power surge selectively damage only those components on the same circuit? It’s inexplicable. Unless someone with advanced technical skills tampered with them… but no evidence of that has been found.”

After listening, Old Master Tang frowned in thought, then shook his head. “Let it go. Whatever Xu Ze did, we won’t pry further. Just help clean up the aftermath.”

“Understood.”

As they spoke, the atmosphere in a villa halfway up Tianyang Mountain was thick with grief and fury. A middle-aged man—whose resemblance to Zhang Juntao was unmistakable—slammed a cup to the ground, his face twisted in rage.

“The Tang family has gone too far!”

“Brother… what do we do now?” a woman cried. “Juntao and Benlong are in that state… Are we just going to let this slide?”

“Of course not!” the man snarled. “But for now, we have to endure. That old man Tang isn’t someone we can provoke. We’ll bide our time. I’ve already instructed our people at Xing University to keep an eye on that little bastard. The moment he slips up, we’ll crush him. The Tangs won’t break the rules for an outsider.”

“And that old man’s heart condition has been worsening. He’s barely been seen in years—one good attack, and he’s done. Once he’s gone, Tang Guorui won’t waste effort protecting some nobody.”

His eyes glinted with malice. “Don’t worry, little sister. Right now, our priority is treating Juntao and Benlong. As for that brat… we’ll settle accounts slowly.”

Back at the hospital, a soft knock interrupted Old Master Tang and Tang Zhi’s discussion. Tang Zhi opened the door to find a delicate, pretty girl standing outside. Frowning—he’d explicitly ordered Xu Ze’s classmates not to disclose his location—he asked sternly, “Who are you looking for?”

The girl blushed slightly under his gaze but smiled politely. “Hello, I’m Xu Qing. Is my brother, Xu Ze, here?”

“Oh! You’re Xu Qing!” Tang Zhi’s expression softened instantly. “Come in, come in. Your brother hasn’t woken up yet.” He chuckled awkwardly. “The doctors said no disturbances, so I thought Luo Tianzhu had gone blabbing to strangers.”

“Oh, no! Tianzhu-ge specifically told me not to tell anyone,” Xu Qing reassured him, quickly defending Luo Zi.

From inside, Old Master Tang’s hearty laughter rang out. “Ah, Xu Qing! Come here, sit with me!”

Xu Qing stepped into the room, surprised to see a kind-faced old man beckoning her. She bowed slightly. “Hello, Grandpa.”

“Good, good! Polite and clever—just like your brother.” Pleased, the old man gestured for her to sit. “Your brother’s still asleep, but the doctors say he’s fine. He should wake up soon. Come, see for yourself so you don’t worry.”

Reassured, Xu Qing approached the bed. Seeing her brother’s calm breathing and healthy complexion, she finally relaxed.

If the doctors said he was fine, then he must be. Luo Tianzhu had mentioned it was just exhaustion and minor eye irritation—nothing serious.

Noticing Xu Ze’s face looked unwashed, she fetched a basin of warm water and a towel. As she gently wiped his face, she marveled at how much fairer and smoother his skin had become.

Huh. Big Brother’s gotten even handsomer…

Just then, the door opened again. Xu Qing looked up—and froze.

A girl about her age stood in the doorway, equally stunning.

Their eyes met.

Both blinked in surprise.