Super Doctor - Chapter 142

Seeing Xu Ze’s nervous expression as he tried to figure out which instruments Tao Jun had mastered, Xiaodao couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Which two do you want to learn?” he asked.

“Hmm… guitar,” Xu Ze mused. The guitar was practically a must-have for college guys—a surefire way to impress girls.

Even though Xu Ze wasn’t looking to chase anyone else now, that lingering guitar fantasy still tugged at him. Of course he wanted to learn.

Having spent over half a year in this world, Xiaodao knew exactly what he was thinking. Smirking, he asked, “And the other one?”

“And… the xiao,” Xu Ze said after some thought. Growing up on wuxia novels, he’d always imagined those cool, wandering warriors playing the bamboo flute while riding cranes or giant eagles.

“The xiao?” Xiaodao looked utterly unimpressed. “That thing was practically extinct in our time. No training modules for it. So… yeah, forget it.”

“None?” Xu Ze blinked, then sighed. “Fine. What did Tao Jun know?”

“Congratulations! Out of sixteen possible instruments, the guitar you wanted… Tao Jun played!” Xiaodao grinned.

Xu Ze’s eyes lit up—at least one of his picks was available. “What else did he know?”

“The violin.”

Xu Ze froze. The violin? Wasn’t that Qing’er’s specialty? Was the Xu family destined to become some kind of violin dynasty? And Tao Jun—that big, rough-looking guy—played the violin?

“So? Guitar or violin first?” Xiaodao asked, cutting straight to the point.

“Guitar. Obviously the guitar,” Xu Ze said without hesitation.

“Alright, let’s begin.” With a wave of his hand, Xiaodao materialized a guitar in Xu Ze’s grasp. “So… do you know how to hold it?”

“…”

For the rest of the night, Xu Ze wrestled with the finger placements for C, D, Dm, Em, E, F, Fm, G, Gm, A, Am, B, and Bm chords. According to Xiaodao, mastering these was the foundation—once he had them down, the rest would come easier.

So Xu Ze spent hours drilling his left hand, relying partly on Tao Jun’s muscle memory. By morning, his fingers were still twitching involuntarily.

…..

After his morning run and breakfast, Xu Ze hurried to the hospital, arriving just before 8 a.m. His mind was still on yesterday’s Guillain-Barré syndrome patient—had the plasma exchange worked?

Theoretically, if the diagnosis was correct and the treatment followed future medical protocols, it should have helped. But since this was his first real-world encounter with the disease, he couldn’t be entirely sure.

Director Qu was already in the office when Xu Ze walked in, greeting him with an unusually cheerful, “Morning, Xu Ze!”

“Ah—morning, Director!” Xu Ze thought, He’s in a good mood today. The patient must be improving.

Wu Yue and Li Yuqing, the other two doctors, also noticed Director Qu’s rare enthusiasm and exchanged curious glances. Had he won the lottery or something?

Once the entire emergency internal medicine team had gathered, the nurses joined for the morning handover. Last night’s on-call doctor, Zhang Qi, had lucked out with only one admission and looked well-rested.

After the briefing, Director Qu clapped his hands together, his gaze lingering on Wu Yue and Li Yuqing—who were still in the dark.

“Yesterday, our department diagnosed a rare case of Guillain-Barré syndrome. After thorough analysis, we implemented an innovative treatment plan,” he announced, his voice brimming with excitement.

“This condition was only recently introduced in national medical journals via foreign research. For us to identify and confirm it so quickly is extraordinary!”

Wu Yue and Li Yuqing stared, stunned.

“After just one day of treatment, the patient has shown marked improvement,” Director Qu continued. “I’ve already drafted a research proposal. Once approved, we’ll formally apply for a ministerial-level research grant from the Ministry of Health!”

“What?!” Wu Yue and Li Yuqing gasped in unison.

For Xu Ze and Zhang Qi, who’d been involved yesterday, this wasn’t news. But for the other two, it was like a meteor had crashed into their laps.

Director Qu grinned at their shocked expressions. “Wu Yue, Li Yuqing—since you weren’t here yesterday, let me reiterate: We’ve made a breakthrough. This could be the most significant achievement for our emergency department this year!”

“If we secure the ministerial grant, it’ll bring immense prestige to our hospital. So everyone—stay sharp! Meticulous documentation and monitoring are crucial!”

“Yes, Director!” Wu Yue and Li Yuqing responded eagerly.

With that, the team marched to the patient’s room like a small, triumphant army.

The patient’s family greeted them enthusiastically. After days of stagnation, yesterday’s treatment had brought visible improvement—how could they not be thrilled?

They showered Director Qu and Xu Ze with gratitude, calling them by name repeatedly, while Qian Xuebin—the original attending physician—stood off to the side, his expression sour.

The patient himself was equally effusive. After the new treatment, his previously paralyzed legs could now shift slightly on the bed. His relief and gratitude toward Xu Ze and Director Qu were palpable—along with a subtle undercurrent of resentment toward Qian Xuebin.

Director Qu conducted a follow-up examination, offered some reassuring words, then led the team out.

With rounds completed, the doctors dispersed—except for Xu Ze and Director Qu, who no longer had other patients to check on. They ambled back to the office.

Seizing the opportunity, Director Qu grabbed a folder from his desk. “I’m heading to the Medical Affairs Department to submit the research proposal. With this case, approval should be swift—along with a generous budget.”

Once he left, Xu Ze found himself alone in the office with nothing to do.

Zhang Qi, who’d been on night shift, had already finished his rounds and would clock out soon. Qian Xuebin was probably still fuming over losing the patient and wouldn’t welcome Xu Ze tagging along.

As for Wu Yue and Li Yuqing, they weren’t close enough for Xu Ze to casually join them.

So he resigned himself to reading while waiting for Director Qu to return.

Before long, Wu Yue and Li Yuqing came back, arms full of patient files. Noticing Xu Ze idly flipping through a book, Wu Yue smiled.

“Xu Ze, I heard you were the one who spotted the Guillain-Barré case yesterday. Impressive!”

Xu Ze blinked. How did she know?

“Ah, it was nothing,” he demurred. “I just happened to read about it recently and thought the symptoms matched. Director Qu confirmed it.”

“Oh, come on—no need to be modest!” Li Yuqing cut in. “Zhang Qi filled us in. For someone so young, you’ve got a sharp eye. Us old ladies can’t compete!”

“Old? You look barely a year or two older than me!” Xu Ze laughed awkwardly, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow.

Just then, Qian Xuebin walked in. Hearing the praise heaped on Xu Ze, his face darkened.

“Dr. Xu is clearly exceptional,” he said, his tone dripping with faux admiration. “Even our director missed what he caught. With talent like that, his future must be limitless, no?”

Xu Ze’s smile stiffened. The words sounded complimentary, but the underlying jab was obvious—and dangerous. If this reached Director Qu’s ears, it could stir up trouble.

This guy really knows how to twist the knife.