Super Doctor - Chapter 106

Seeing the system still unresponsive, Xu Ze broke out in a cold sweat. Holding his breath, he tried again: “Begin ultrasonic impact…”

But the tiny stone remained unmoved. Xu Ze was now genuinely sweating. Come on, don’t mess with me now. You activated—why isn’t it working?

Just as he was about to panic, the system finally responded:

“Beep… Please align the ultrasonic emitter with the target.”

“Ultrasonic emitter?” Xu Ze froze. Could his glasses not directly emit the shockwaves?

After a brief moment of confusion, realization struck. If it wasn’t the glasses, then there was only one other possibility. He quickly leaned down, pressing his right hand against the patient’s abdomen. Adjusting his index finger, he aligned the ring on it directly over the stone’s location.

“Begin ultrasonic impact.”

With a soft click, the white speck in his vision—slightly larger than a soybean—jolted violently before splitting into three or four smaller fragments. They slid down the ureter, and Xu Ze finally exhaled in relief.

One fragment had already entered the bladder, while two pea-sized pieces clung stubbornly to the lower ureter. Still, Xu Ze was satisfied. He inserted two more needles into Qihai and Zhongwan, flicking them lightly to set them vibrating.

The onlookers watched in fascination as Xu Ze alternated between inserting needles and palpating the abdomen, utterly baffled by his methods. Even the previously hostile middle-aged man now stared intently, tension written across his face.

But Xu Ze was no longer worried. The stone had been shattered. Only two tiny fragments remained, and with the diuretic acupoint already stimulated, a surge of urine would soon flush them out. The additional needles would dilate the ureter, ensuring the fragments were swept into the bladder. Once there, the rest would be easy.

Sure enough, within minutes, under the influence of the needles, a rush of urine carried the two remaining fragments downward. Xu Ze’s B-scan confirmed their safe arrival in the bladder.

A satisfied smile spread across his face.

The crowd, though still skeptical that a few needles could expel a stone, relaxed at his expression, eager to see the outcome.

Xu Ze turned to the old man, who was now fidgeting slightly.

“Sir, feeling the urge to urinate?” he asked cheerfully.

The old man nodded urgently. “Yes! Very much so—I can hardly hold it.”

Xu Ze grinned. “Sister Luo, could you fetch a bedpan?”

Luo, mirroring his ease, quickly brought over an enamel basin. Xu Ze gestured to a screened-off corner. “Please, use that area.”

The old man hurried over, and soon the sound of urine hitting metal echoed from behind the curtain. Then—ting… ting… ting—three crisp, crystalline notes rang out.

A pause. Then the old man’s excited voice: “They’re out! They’re really out!”

“What’s out? The stones?” the crowd gasped.

“Three of them!” the old man announced triumphantly.

Amidst the excited murmurs, the middle-aged man’s face cycled through shock, disbelief, and hesitant gratitude.

The old man emerged, sheepishly holding the basin. Everyone craned their necks—there, at the bottom of the yellowish urine, lay three tiny, sand-colored stones, each the size of a pea.

The son, fighting back emotion, inspected them closely. His earlier sneer had vanished, replaced by stunned reverence.

“Young doctor,” the old man said, bowing slightly, “you’re a miracle worker. A few needles, and not only is the pain gone—the stones are out. I can’t thank you enough.”

The onlookers chimed in:

“Old man, you’re lucky to meet Dr. Xu. In a hospital, lithotripsy would’ve cost you thousands!”

“My cousin spent over ten grand last year—three failed attempts before surgery!”

The old man nodded fervently, but one bystander scoffed:

“I wouldn’t have treated you after how your son behaved.”

The old man flushed. “You’re right. I spoiled him. My apologies to both doctors.”

His son, now scarlet with shame, silently took the basin to empty and scrub it clean before returning it to Luo.

When the old man asked about payment, Xu Ze waved him off. “No charge. Just make sure your son doesn’t accuse us of malpractice later.”

“Never!” the old man promised. “He’s hotheaded, but he’s filial. He won’t cause trouble after this.”

The son, after a long pause, stepped forward.

“Dr. Xu…” He swallowed hard. “I was wrong. I apologize.”

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, he bowed deeply to Old Doctor Zhang. “I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me.”

Zhang, taken aback, simply nodded. “It takes courage to admit fault. Learn from this—and take better care of your father.”

The man’s eyes glistened. “I will.”

Turning back to Xu Ze, he pressed 300 yuan into his hand. “This isn’t much, but it’s for your trouble. Thank you.”

With that, he helped his father out, leaving behind a room full of murmurs—and Zhao Qilong’s dark, resentful glare.