Super Doctor - Chapter 131

The young man carefully helped his mother sit on the bed, then followed Xu Ze’s instructions, having her lie flat and loosen her clothing.

Seeing the patient settled, Xu Ze picked up a few alcohol swabs from the nearby treatment table, then took out his usual silver needles. After disinfecting them lightly with alcohol, he approached the patient.

He commanded the system: “Lieque (LU7), Danzhong (CV17), Feishu (BL13), Xuanji (CV21), Qihai (CV6), Gaohuang (BL43).”

Following his order, the lenses of his glasses quickly marked the locations of these acupoints on the patient’s body.

Xu Ze swiftly inserted several silver needles into the designated points—each at precise depths: Lieque (half an inch), Danzhong (one inch), Feishu (half an inch), Xuanji (half an inch), Qihai (one inch), Gaohuang (half an inch).

Once all six needles were in place, Xu Ze lightly flicked them, sending faint pulses of bioelectric current into each one. Then he withdrew his hands and sat down calmly beside the bed.

The young man watched curiously. After inserting the needles, Xu Ze seemed to do nothing more—was that really all it took?

Suppressing his questions, he kept silent but soon noticed something astonishing: the tips of the needles, after Xu Ze’s flick, continued vibrating for an unusually long time without stopping.

Before long, as the needles trembled, the young man noticed his mother’s labored breathing gradually easing, her breaths becoming smoother and steadier—just like when she took her usual medication and used her steroid inhaler.

“Dr. Xu’s acupuncture is this effective?” Overcome with excitement, he turned to Xu Ze, his voice trembling. “Dr. Xu… this…”

Xu Ze smiled faintly, then stood and approached the patient. As the needle vibrations faded completely, her breathing had fully normalized—no trace of the earlier distress remained. Satisfied, he nodded. The electro-acupuncture results were even better than he’d anticipated.

After removing the needles, he had the young man help his mother sit up and get dressed before leading them out of the treatment room.

Outside, the waiting crowd had grown restless. When Xu Ze emerged, they all turned to look—and were stunned.

The middle-aged woman, who had needed support to walk in earlier, was now stepping out on her own, her breathing perfectly steady.

A wave of amazement swept through the onlookers. What medicine had Dr. Xu used? In just a few minutes, she looked completely cured!

Xu Ze sat back at his desk. Once the woman took her seat, he addressed her and her son:

“Continue taking the Theophylline and Prednisone as usual, and keep using the Rifampin inhaler. But only use the inhaler during attacks—otherwise, don’t. Come back in three days for another acupuncture session. Then, I’ll gradually reduce your oral medication while continuing biweekly acupuncture. Once you’re off the meds entirely, stick with weekly sessions for another month. By then, you should be fully recovered.”

The young man’s eyes brightened with each word. When Xu Ze mentioned a full cure, he could no longer contain his excitement.

“Dr. Xu, you’re saying this can really be cured? No more attacks in the future?”

Under their hopeful gazes, Xu Ze nodded. “I’m returning to Xing City tomorrow, so you’ll need to come there for follow-ups—every three or four days at first. Once you’re off oral meds, weekly visits for about a month should do it.”

“Of course! I’d take my mom to the capital if it meant curing her!” the young man exclaimed.

Xu Ze chuckled, then wrote his phone number on the medical record before handing it over. “Alright, come see me in Xing City in three days.”

The young man took it, glanced at the number, and smiled gratefully. “Dr. Xu, thank you. How much do we owe you for today?”

At the question, Xu Ze hesitated. Calculating the cost was tricky. His electro-acupuncture relied on his system’s energy, and its effects far surpassed conventional treatments. Patients like this typically spent tens of thousands on lifelong medication, only to see their condition worsen over time.

By contrast, his method could cure her in twenty sessions. Charging hundreds per visit wouldn’t be unreasonable.

But these were locals, and hospital acupuncture only cost a few dozen yuan. He settled on a modest fee.

“Fifty for today. At this rate, about twenty sessions should do it.”

“Fifty?” The young man blinked. Twenty sessions at fifty each—just a thousand yuan to cure his mother’s severe asthma? That was nothing compared to the fifty or sixty thousand they’d already spent on failed treatments nationwide.

If Dr. Xu can really cure her, I’d gladly pay tens of thousands. I can’t shortchange him.

Pulling out his wallet, he placed a thick stack of bills on Xu Ze’s father’s desk.

“Dr. Xu, with results like this, fifty is far too little. Here’s two thousand upfront. Once my mom’s cured, I’ll give you another three as thanks!”

Before Xu Ze could protest, the young man was already helping his smiling mother toward the door.

“Wait—you don’t need to—a thousand is more than enough!” Xu Ze called after them.

The young man turned back, sincerity in his eyes. “Doctor, it’s worth every penny. As long as my mom gets better, a few thousand means nothing.”

With that, they left.

Xu’s father stared at the money, then at his son, sighing quietly. My boy is something else. When I cure someone, I’m lucky to get a few hundred. He barely lifts a finger, and they throw thousands at him—without even taking no for an answer.

Before Xu Ze could process it, other patients swarmed his desk.

A middle-aged man supporting an elderly man claimed the first seat. “Dr. Xu, if you can cure my father’s chronic condition, I’ll pay ten thousand, no problem!”

“Same here! Just name the price!” others chimed in.

Xu’s father rubbed his temples. These were all long-term patients from well-off families who’d spent small fortunes on failed treatments. Of course they’d pay generously for a cure.

But they’re acting like my son’s some miracle worker. He’s good, but he’s not a god.

Faced with the eager crowd, Xu Ze could only examine them one by one. For those he could treat based on the medical knowledge from Xiao Dao, he prescribed solutions. For the elderly or severely ill beyond his skill, he offered palliative measures.

This time, he avoided overpromising. Charging around a hundred per consultation, he arranged follow-ups in Xing City when needed. Two hectic hours later, he finally finished.

Once the last patient left, Xu’s mother emerged, beaming as she tidied up. My son wasn’t exaggerating—he really is this skilled. With abilities like his, he’s destined to become a renowned doctor.

Meanwhile, Xu’s father tallied the day’s earnings: consultations, medicine sales, and the initial two thousand added up to nearly four thousand yuan—almost half his usual monthly income. And most patients would return for follow-ups, meaning even more.

If my son had been here all along, we’d never have needed loans or nearly lost the house.

As evening fell, Xu Ze hurried to shower and rest, already planning an early departure the next day. If more patients come, I might not get away at all.

Without a medical license, drawing too much attention was risky—especially with Deputy Mayor Zhang Yi waiting for a misstep.

Resolved, he closed his eyes and resumed energy cycle training.

Surrounded by the dense energy particles of the countryside—comparable to the lakeside in the city—he marveled at the difference.

After two full cycles, he entered the virtual space. His piano skills were improving steadily; with more practice, he’d soon match Tao Jun’s level.

But Xiao Dao was visibly displeased. Xu Ze didn’t need to guess why—today’s energy expenditure.

Sure enough, Xiao Dao grumbled, “Helping patients is one thing, but wasting several energy points for such meager returns? You’re hopeless.”