Super Doctor - Chapter 127

Under the stunned gazes of the onlookers, Li Yutian barely managed to steady himself by clutching a doorpost, his head spinning as he glared at Xu Ze. Slowly, his eyes grew redder, and he stammered furiously, “You little bastard! How dare you hit me? Do you even want to stay in Chentang anymore? I’ll make sure you end up in jail—just you wait! You’re gonna pay for this!”

Xu Ze wore a faint smile as he calmly pulled a tissue from his pocket and meticulously wiped the hand he had just used to slap Li Yutian. He frowned inwardly. This guy’s face is so greasy—it’s disgusting. What a nuisance.

Xu Ze’s father, standing at the doorway, finally snapped out of his daze. He knew exactly how much influence Li Yutian wielded in Chentang Town. Hearing the threat, his expression darkened, and he hurried over, pulling Xu Ze aside and whispering urgently, “A-Ze… don’t provoke him. This could get out of hand.”

Seeing the worry on his father’s face, warmth flickered in Xu Ze’s heart. He replied softly, “Dad… don’t worry. It’s fine. He won’t dare cause trouble for me.”

Under his father’s puzzled gaze, Xu Ze smiled faintly, then turned and pressed the unlock button on his car key. With two sharp beeps, the Maserati’s lights flashed, and he opened the door to retrieve a bag from inside.

Xu Ze’s father stared wide-eyed at the car, then at his son, who had just opened its door. He didn’t recognize the brand, but he could tell at a glance that this sleek, luxurious sports car was far more expensive than any so-called “high-end” vehicles he’d seen in Liuhe City.

But how does my son have a car like this? Whose is it? His mind swirled with shock and confusion.

Xu Ze pulled out the bag, stood up slowly, and looked at Li Yutian with a smile. “How much does our family owe your bank?”

Li Yutian, still staring at Xu Ze’s car, had momentarily forgotten his humiliation. He might not have recognized the make either, but he wasn’t stupid—the car’s design and its license plate (a coveted number) made it clear this wasn’t some ordinary BMW.

His mind raced. What kind of connections does Xu Ze have now? Wasn’t he just a student? How does he have a car like this? And that license plate…

No… he must have borrowed it. There’s no way he owns this. Otherwise, his family wouldn’t have struggled to pay back 40,000 yuan! Li Yutian tried to reassure himself, refusing to be intimidated.

When Xu Ze repeated the question, Li Yutian forced a sneer. “Forty thousand.”

“Forty thousand?” Xu Ze raised an eyebrow, then opened the bag in his hands. Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, he pulled out a stack of cash—and suddenly hurled it straight at Li Yutian’s face.

Smack! The wad struck Li Yutian squarely, leaving him momentarily dazed. Then came another stack, then another—four in total, each hitting him hard enough to make him yelp in pain. His already swollen face now bore a reddened nose from the impact.

Li Yutian stood frozen, staring at the four stacks of cash scattered on the ground. A fresh wave of humiliation burned through him. I deal with tens of thousands every day at the bank—and now I’m getting pelted with money like some beggar?

Just as he was about to explode in rage, Xu Ze spoke again, his voice icy.

“Pick up the forty thousand. Then, before this afternoon, bring over the paperwork and settle this. If you don’t… your career as a bank manager ends here. Understood?”

There was something chilling in Xu Ze’s tone—a quiet, unshakable authority that sent an involuntary shiver down Li Yutian’s spine. Before he knew it, he was nodding.

Then his eyes flicked to the license plate again: Xing A-XZ888.

XZ… Xu Ze?

Li Yutian’s own license plate bore his initials—a common vanity among those with connections. If this car really belonged to Xu Ze…

His blood ran cold.

In his years as a bank manager, he’d seen enough to know that in a place like Xingcheng, where powerful figures lurked around every corner, a car like this with a plate like that meant one thing: this kid had backing. Serious backing.

And judging by Xu Ze’s calm confidence and the steel in his voice, whoever stood behind him was not someone Li Yutian could afford to cross.

If he pissed off the wrong person, a small-town bank manager like him would vanish without a trace.

Swallowing his pride, Li Yutian quickly masked his anger and embarrassment. With visible discomfort, he bent down, gathered the cash, stuffed it into his bag, and gave Xu Ze a stiff nod. Then, under the astonished stares of the neighbors and Xu Ze’s father, he hurried to his Santana 3000 parked nearby and drove off.

The crowd was speechless. Li Yutian—humiliated, slapped, and pelted with money—had just… walked away?

Xu Ze, however, just smiled. He’d subtly used his psychic influence to nudge Li Yutian’s thoughts, but the man wasn’t a fool. He knew Xu Ze wasn’t bluffing.

Chentang was under Liuhe’s jurisdiction, and Liuhe was a satellite city of Xingcheng. If Xu Ze wanted to ruin Li Yutian, one phone call would be enough.

With Old Master Xu’s influence and Tang’s connections, ending Li Yutian’s career would be effortless.

Carrying the bag, Xu Ze turned to his father with a smile. “Let’s go inside, Dad. Li Yutian will bring the paperwork for you to sign later. Let’s eat first.”

His father studied him—his calm certainty, the unshakable confidence—then glanced again at the sports car. Finally, he nodded, though still puzzled, and followed his son inside.

Xu Ze’s mother, who had witnessed everything from the doorway, beamed and hurried back to the kitchen. “A-Ze, I’ll make a few more dishes!”

Once inside, Xu Ze’s father looked at his son—who seemed to have changed so much recently—and sighed softly, a mix of pride and wonder. His son had clearly grown into someone remarkable.

He didn’t know where the car or the money had come from, but he trusted his son’s character. Xu Ze had always been responsible, never reckless. And the calm clarity in his eyes now was the same as ever—no guilt, no evasion.

Relieved, his father chuckled. “Kid… you’re doing well for yourself.”

Xu Ze grinned. “I’m getting by.”

Just then, Xu Hao and Xu Qing’er bounded downstairs, freshly changed into their new clothes. “Dad! We’re back!” they called excitedly.

Their father laughed, ruffling their hair. “Look at you two, showing off like little kids.”

As his siblings preened, Xu Ze excused himself to help his mother in the kitchen. The earlier meal had been ruined by Li Yutian’s intrusion, and she’d need help preparing a new one.

Entering the kitchen, he saw his mother chopping vegetables, a few more strands of gray in her hair than he remembered. His nose stung with emotion, and he quickly stepped forward. “Mom, let me do that.”

She glanced up at her handsome son, set the knife down, and smiled. “Alright. You chop, I’ll stir-fry.”

Washing his hands, Xu Ze took over, slicing the meat with practiced ease.

His mother scrubbed the wok, then remarked casually, “That’s a very nice car.”

Xu Ze paused, then chuckled. “Yeah. A gift.”

“A gift?” The scrubbing halted briefly before resuming.

“I saved an old man’s life once, then cured his severe heart condition. He… took me in as his grandson. The car, the apartment—all from him.”

“Apartment?” His mother nearly dropped the wok. An apartment too? She turned, studying him. “This old man… he’s wealthy?”

“Extremely. Lives in the most expensive villa in Xingcheng. His son’s the mayor. Grandkids are all studying abroad.” Xu Ze finished slicing the meat, transferred it to a bowl, then moved on to the bitter melon.

His mother exhaled slowly, then began stir-frying. “That car must’ve cost a fortune. And the apartment—is it big?”

“Very. It’s not even available domestically—had to be imported. The apartment’s spacious, enough for all of us. Fifteenth floor, by North Lake, near my university. Beautiful view.”

“Did you… cure him completely?” Her voice held both pride and concern.

“Took over a month, but he’s fine now.” Xu Ze smiled confidently.

Seeing his expression, his mother relaxed instantly. She didn’t know how her son had gained such medical skill, but twenty years of raising him told her one thing: if Xu Ze said it was done, it was done.

The car, the apartment—they might be gifts, but they were earned through his own ability. Someone had needed him, respected him enough to give them.

With Xu Ze’s help, the meal was ready quickly. The family gathered around the table, laughter filling the room.

Qing’er twirled in her new dress. “Mom, look! Brother bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Of course it is!” Their mother beamed.

Hao struck a pose. “I got Levi’s! Super expensive. Cool, right?”

Their father watched, heart full, as his children chattered happily.

Life, it seemed, had taken a turn for the better.