Super Doctor - Chapter 139

The thought of being reprimanded because of Xu Ze made Qian Xuebin’s eyes flash with resentment. However, being naturally scheming and composed, Qian Xuebin showed no outward sign of his emotions. Suppressing his bitterness, he calmly analyzed his current situation.

What the hell is Guillain-Barré syndrome? I’ve never even heard of it. And where exactly did my physical examination go wrong? I have no idea. Now Director Qu is demanding I rewrite the report and re-examine the patient. If I miss anything again, my standing in Director Qu’s eyes will plummet… The thought made Qian Xuebin, usually so self-assured, feel unusually agitated.

But soon, it occurred to him—Since Xu Ze was able to spot the problem, he must know what I missed. That means the solution lies with him…

With this realization, the gloom on Qian Xuebin’s face instantly melted away, replaced by a warm, friendly smile as he walked over to Xu Ze.

Xu Ze had just overheard Director Qu’s criticism of Qian Xuebin and thought to himself, Qian Xuebin isn’t stupid—he’ll probably figure out soon enough that I had something to do with this. Given his initial hostility toward me, he’s bound to hold a grudge.

So when he suddenly saw Qian Xuebin approaching with a friendly smile, Xu Ze was taken aback. Does he really not know I was involved?

Before Xu Ze could react, Qian Xuebin sat down beside him with an air of familiarity and asked warmly, “Xu Ze… Director Qu took you to see my patient earlier, right?”

Unsure of Qian Xuebin’s intentions but maintaining his composure, Xu Ze nodded with a smile. “Yes, we went together.”

“Oh… Did Director Qu notice anything unusual during the examination?” Qian Xuebin leaned in with a friendly expression. “I’ve never heard of this Guillain-Barré syndrome before. Could you tell me what Director Qu said?”

Xu Ze took a quiet breath. So that’s why he’s being so friendly—he’s trying to pry information out of me. He couldn’t help but admire Qian Xuebin’s restraint. He’s actually suppressing his resentment and playing nice to get what he wants. Not bad.

But Xu Ze didn’t mind. After all, even if he didn’t say anything now, Director Qu would explain it later. Since Qian Xuebin was asking so earnestly, Xu Ze saw no reason to hide it.

“Director Qu mainly pointed out that the patient has mild sensory disturbances in the lower limbs,” Xu Ze explained casually. “Also, the patient had a prior infection a few weeks before the onset of symptoms, along with generalized pain in the limbs, neck, and back a few days before the illness developed. These are all characteristic features of Guillain-Barré syndrome.”

As Xu Ze finished speaking, Qian Xuebin silently seethed. Two of those points were things Xu Ze had asked about when we saw the patient together. So he really did report them to Director Qu, making me take the fall.

But Qian Xuebin, ever the master of concealment, showed no trace of anger. He thanked Xu Ze with a light smile, then picked up his stethoscope and reflex hammer to re-examine the patient.

Watching Qian Xuebin hurry off, Xu Ze chuckled to himself before turning back to his own paperwork.

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Director Qu soon retrieved the latest issue of a national medical journal, which had just published translated research on Guillain-Barré syndrome. After carefully reviewing the material, he confirmed that the patient’s symptoms and medical history matched the diagnostic criteria perfectly. The journal also mentioned cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) analysis showing albuminocytologic dissociation—a preliminary diagnostic marker, though not yet definitive.

Frowning in thought, Director Qu concluded that Guillain-Barré syndrome was highly likely. If the CSF test confirmed albuminocytologic dissociation, the diagnosis would be solid.

He brought the journal back to the office and called Xu Ze over, handing it to him. “Xu Ze, is this where you read about it?”

Xu Ze skimmed the article and shook his head. His information had come from Xiao Dao, who had compiled the latest research from top global medical institutions—far more comprehensive than this journal.

“I found it online,” Xu Ze said. “It was the most recent research on Guillain-Barré syndrome.”

“Oh? Any new developments?” Director Qu asked, barely containing his excitement.

Xu Ze nodded. “Just one additional point—albuminocytologic dissociation in CSF is now confirmed as a definitive diagnostic marker.”

Director Qu’s eyes lit up. “Really? It’s been confirmed? What about treatment—any updates?”

“Not much change,” Xu Ze replied. “It’s still plasma exchange and intravenous immunoglobulin therapy, as mentioned in the journal.”

Relieved, Director Qu nodded. “Good. If this patient is confirmed, we won’t have to scramble for a new treatment protocol.”

Just then, Qian Xuebin returned from re-examining the patient. His expression was slightly strained—likely embarrassed by having to redo his work.

Director Qu handed him the journal. “This is the latest on Guillain-Barré syndrome. Review it carefully and rewrite the medical report for my approval.”

Qian Xuebin’s face darkened, but he accepted it respectfully and sat down to study the article.

Seeing the publication date, he cursed himself for not checking the medical library earlier. If I had, I might have recognized the symptoms and avoided this mess.

But deep down, he knew even with the journal, he might not have connected the dots—he’d overlooked key details in the patient’s history and subtle signs.

His frustration turned toward Xu Ze. If not for him meddling, Director Qu wouldn’t have considered this diagnosis. He didn’t spot it during rounds either! This is cutting-edge research—no one in the ER could’ve known. The treatment was stabilizing the patient just fine. Everything was under control until this kid interfered.

Now even the patient and their family had lost respect for him. The humiliation burned. Please let the CSF results come back normal. If this Guillain-Barré diagnosis sticks, my credibility is ruined.

But fate had other plans. Under Director Qu’s urging, the CSF results arrived quickly—clearly showing albuminocytologic dissociation.

Director Qu was thrilled. This research was only published days ago. Very few hospitals in the country have made a clinical diagnosis yet. If we act fast, we can secure a research grant, maybe even publish nationally. It’s a huge opportunity for prestige.

Excited, he turned to Xu Ze. “You’re absolutely sure about the CSF findings being definitive?”

Xu Ze, confident in his knowledge, nodded firmly. “Yes, Director. No doubt.”

“Good! Then we proceed with treatment and monitor closely. If successful, we can apply for a specialized research project—this could be our department’s biggest breakthrough this year!”

At Director Qu’s words, even the sullen Qian Xuebin and the other doctors lit up with excitement. A national-level research project meant funding, prestige, and career advancements for everyone.

Director Qu glanced gratefully at Xu Ze. I thought having a student here would be a burden, but he’s not only competent—he’s brought us incredible luck.