Super Doctor - Chapter 120

As the two sports cars roared past, the sound of revving engines continued from behind. Watching one car after another speed by, Xu Ze raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “These guys all live on Tianyang Mountain, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Tao Yiyi replied with a slight frown. “A bunch of spoiled troublemakers. They race around here every day, throwing their weight around Star City because of their families. No one dares to rein them in…”

Xu Ze shook his head with a wry smile. “Don’t their families care?”

Tao Yiyi sighed. “Most of them do, but a few were spoiled rotten since childhood—sent abroad, where they caused enough trouble to get kicked out. Now they’re back, completely out of control. Their families have given up, as long as they don’t cause anything too serious.”

Hearing this, Xu Ze could only shrug helplessly.

The Maserati continued cruising at a steady 60 km/h. Xu Ze was content to enjoy the cool evening breeze—until the distant sound of shouting shattered his peace.

Up ahead, the four speeding sports cars were now haphazardly parked in the middle of the road, completely blocking it. The lead car had crashed into the roadside guardrail. Nearby lay an overturned wooden cart, its scattered load of plastic water bottles strewn across the asphalt.

Xu Ze pulled over, frowning. A crowd had gathered on the roadside, angry voices rising from within.

“Looks like we’re stuck,” he muttered to Tao Yiyi. “Might as well see what’s going on.”

Though she had no love for these rich brats, Tao Yiyi nodded. Without them moving their cars, there was no way forward.

As they approached the crowd, Xu Ze heard a furious voice snarling, “You damn hag, you trying to die? Look what you did to my car! How the hell are you gonna pay for this?!” Beneath the shouting, faint moans of pain could be heard.

Xu Ze’s expression darkened. Just as he pushed closer, another voice barked, “You scratched my car and now you’re whining? I’ll kick you to death, bitch!” A sharp cry of agony followed, then a child’s desperate wail: “Stop kicking my grandma! Please! Kick me instead! Waaah—!”

A bystander spoke up: “She’s already hurt! Have you no—”

SMACK!

The man was cut off by the sound of a slap, followed by a sneer. “Who the hell are you? This old hag wrecked my car! You wanna pay for it?!”

“You can’t just hit people!” the man protested—only to cry out as another blow landed.

“Mind your own business, trash,” the aggressor spat. “Unless you wanna get wrecked too. Now scram!”

The bystander, face red with humiliation, retreated into the crowd.

Xu Ze’s fists clenched. These brats were beyond entitled. He was about to demand they move their cars when two onlookers muttered:

“Poor old woman. Spent all day collecting bottles, only to get run over. At least it was just her cart—if she’d been hit directly at that speed…”

“Damn bastards were probably drunk. Hurting her and still kicking her? No humanity. Hope they crash and die next time.”

Xu Ze’s blood boiled. Glancing at Tao Yiyi, he pushed forward.

“Be careful,” she whispered urgently. “These guys are lawless. Don’t provoke them.”

Nodding, Xu Ze shouldered through the crowd—and froze at the scene before him.

A frail, gray-haired woman huddled on the ground, clutching her left ankle—swollen and purple—while a sobbing girl, no older than eight, clung to her. “Don’t hurt my grandma! She’s hurt!”

Four young men and three garishly dressed women stood over them. The ringleader—a blond with a pierced ear and a muscle shirt—suddenly kicked the old woman’s injured leg again. “Shut your damn crying! My car’s totaled because of you!”

The little girl shrieked, throwing herself over her grandmother, who frantically shielded her.

Xu Ze’s rage burned cold. Kneeling beside the woman, he examined her ankle—a severe sprain, but nothing life-threatening. He pulled out silver needles, ready to treat her.

Before he could speak, the pierced punk snapped, “Who the hell are you? Her relative? Here to pay up?”

Ignoring him, Xu Ze smiled at the old woman. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Just a sprain. I’ll fix it.”

He turned to the trembling girl. “Be brave, little one. Big brother will help your grandma.”

His voice carried a soothing psychic calm. The pair relaxed slightly, instinctively trusting him.

Just as Xu Ze prepared to insert the needles, a foot lashed toward him.

His eyes flashed. With a swift chop, his palm struck the attacker’s ankle—crack!

“AAARGH!” The pierced man howled, hopping on one foot.

His three friends surged forward. “Junhai! You okay?!”

“Fine!” the man—Zhang Junhai—growled after testing his foot. He glared at Xu Ze. “Get him!”

The three thugs advanced, cracking their knuckles. Behind them, the women squealed with glee: “Go, Liangzi! Xinbao! Gungun! Beat that pretty boy to pulp!”

The crowd scrambled back, clearing a makeshift arena.

Tao Yiyi paled. These men were notorious for brutal violence—and Xu Ze was outnumbered.

Then she recognized the pierced leader.

“Zhang Junhai?!” Her stomach dropped. Of all people… Xu Ze just drove his brother Zhang Juntao insane, and now this?!

The three lackeys closed in, smirking. Zhang Junhai followed, rubbing his sore ankle. That single strike had warned him—this guy wasn’t easy prey. But four against one? No contest.

Then he got a clear look at Xu Ze’s face.

“…You!” Recognition dawned. Zhang Junhai’s lips peeled back in a snarl. “Xu Ze! It’s you!”

His friends faltered. “Junhai, this is that Xu Ze?”

“The very one.” Zhang Junhai’s grin turned feral. “Perfect. I was just thinking how to find you.” He cracked his neck. “Today, you’re leaving with two broken legs—or my name isn’t Zhang Junhai.”