Super Doctor - Chapter 144

Wu Yue sat at her desk, studying Xu Ze curiously as he buried himself in a book across from her. She tilted her head, examining him from different angles, unable to shake the feeling that there was something odd about him.

Xu Ze didn’t look particularly old—with his delicate, handsome features, Wu Yue guessed he couldn’t be more than twenty-four, likely a fresh graduate from earlier that year. Yet, his calm confidence and surprisingly sharp clinical instincts didn’t match that of a rookie. He carried himself like someone who had been working in the field for years.

Dr. Wu Yue might have been lost in thought, but Xu Ze was acutely aware of her gaze. His ears burned red as he pretended to flip through his book, inwardly grumbling, What’s with this Dr. Wu staring at me so intently? Is she… interested? Planning to rob the cradle or something?

The thought made him grimace. He rubbed his face and sighed inwardly. Sure, Dr. Wu has that classic mature charm—curvy and all—but she’s really not my type. I prefer younger girls like my Sun Linfei…

Wu Yue, meanwhile, watched with amusement as the young man’s ears turned scarlet under her scrutiny. She covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, about to say something, when a nurse’s voice rang out from the hallway:

“Dr. Xu! A patient just came in!”

Relieved by the interruption, Xu Ze snatched up his stethoscope and bolted out of the room.

Watching him flee, Wu Yue’s lips curled into a bright smile. This kid really is still so green…

Suppressing another laugh, she grabbed her own stethoscope and followed. She couldn’t forget her duty—keeping an eye on Xu Ze. Handsome as he was, she couldn’t let him cause any trouble. After all, when it came to treating patients, there was no room for carelessness.

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Xu Ze entered the ward to find the patient lying on the bed, visibly tense, breathing rapidly, limbs spasming uncontrollably, her entire body trembling.

A family member beside her was desperately trying to hold her down, anxiety written all over their face. The moment they spotted Xu Ze, their eyes lit up with relief.

“Doctor! Doctor, please hurry!”

Xu Ze’s brows lifted slightly as he quickly ran through possible diagnoses in his head. He approached the bed and examined the patient—a middle-aged woman in her forties.

When she saw him, the panic in her eyes eased slightly, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

Noting that she was fully conscious but overwhelmed by mental tension and involuntary muscle contractions, Xu Ze quickly formed a preliminary assessment. He listened to her heartbeat with his stethoscope—rapid, but no arrhythmia or abnormal sounds.

Next, he pulled out a small penlight and checked her pupils. They reacted normally to light.

“Blood pressure?” he asked the nurse.

“135/70 mmHg,” she replied.

With her vitals stable, Xu Ze made his decision.

“Administer 5 mg diazepam, IV push. Then 20 ml of 50% glucose with 10 ml of 20% calcium gluconate, IV push. Follow with 250 ml of 5% glucose, 20 ml of Shenmai injection, and 5 ml potassium chloride, IV drip. Start immediately.”

The nurse nodded and hurried off to prepare the medications. Though Xu Ze had only been here for two days, none of his orders had ever been revised by Director Qu. The emergency department nurses had grown accustomed to executing his instructions without hesitation.

Just then, Wu Yue entered and overheard Xu Ze’s rapid-fire orders. Her eyes widened in alarm. He just got here—how could he diagnose and prescribe so fast? Even a basic consultation takes at least two minutes!

Fearing he might have misdiagnosed due to overconfidence, she rushed forward to question the family herself. After a quick assessment—listening to the patient’s breathing, checking her pupils—she confirmed it was indeed hysteria induced by mental tension.

She exhaled in relief. His meds were correct. With these, as long as there are no complications, her symptoms should ease soon.

Still, she couldn’t help but grumble inwardly. This kid is way too bold. Fresh out of school, with far less clinical experience than me, yet he dares to diagnose and prescribe so decisively. Talk about overconfidence…

But since his treatment wasn’t wrong, and his diagnosis seemed accurate, she held her tongue. Instead, she suggested, “Let’s also run an ECG later, just to be safe.”

Xu Ze smiled and nodded politely. “Of course, Dr. Wu.”

He then proceeded to perform the electrocardiogram. Though the patient’s trembling caused some interference, the results showed no major abnormalities.

The family, watching the nurse prepare the injections, finally worked up the courage to ask, “Doctor… is it serious?”

Noticing the patient also straining to hear despite the needle in her arm, Xu Ze chuckled lightly.

“Don’t worry. It’s just stress-related. A couple of injections and an IV drip, and she’ll be fine. Nothing major.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” the family member exclaimed in relief.

The patient, too, visibly relaxed at his words, closing her eyes as she waited for the medication to take effect.

But Wu Yue frowned. The moment they stepped out of the ward, she turned to Xu Ze with a stern expression.

“Xu Ze, you can’t just tell the family it’s ‘nothing major’ like that! I know you suspect hysteria, but what if there’s an underlying neurological issue? If something goes wrong later, and the family thinks it’s no big deal because of what you said, we’ll be in serious trouble!”

Xu Ze met her reproachful gaze with a calm smile. “Dr. Wu, I understand your concern.”

“If you understood, why did you say it?” she snapped, irritated by his nonchalance.

“Let me explain,” he said gently. “I’m about 80% certain this patient’s symptoms were triggered by stress or emotional tension. I could tell she was extremely anxious about her condition—and that anxiety only worsens her symptoms.

“So when the family asked, I didn’t evade the question. I deliberately reassured them in front of the patient to ease her mental strain. Only by relaxing her can we alleviate her symptoms quickly. If I’d dodged the question or said we needed more tests, her tension would’ve spiked again, counteracting the medication’s effects.”

He paused, then added, “Later, when the nurse takes the family to handle paperwork, I’ll call them to my office and explain the situation more thoroughly. That way, there’s no misunderstanding.”

As Xu Ze laid out his reasoning, Wu Yue’s anger faded. By the time he finished, she finally grasped his strategy and couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. He’s nearly ten years younger than me, yet so meticulous and thoughtful. No wonder Director Qu trusts him so much.

Embarrassed, she offered an apologetic smile. “Dr. Xu, I’m sorry. I just—”

Xu Ze waved it off with a laugh. “Dr. Wu, I know you meant well. I’m still young—if I make mistakes, I need experienced colleagues like you to guide me. Please keep advising me in the future.”

His humility dissolved her lingering awkwardness. She shook her head, amused. “You’re quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?”

The misunderstanding resolved, the tension between them melted away, replaced by an easy camaraderie.

Back in the office, Xu Ze finalized the prescriptions and instructed the nurse to send the family to him afterward. After a detailed explanation, the grateful relatives left reassured.

Wu Yue watched, impressed by how effortlessly Xu Ze handled the situation. This young man really is something.

Half an hour later, Xu Ze checked on the patient again. Thanks to the medication and his earlier reassurance, her symptoms had completely vanished. She lay peacefully asleep, no longer gasping or trembling.

Seeing her improvement and the family’s gratitude, Xu Ze relaxed. Just stress-induced hysteria after all. A bit of sedation and psychological easing did the trick.

But his relief was short-lived. Soon, Director Qu stormed back from a meeting, his face dark with anger. He sternly ordered everyone to speed up patient analysis and research.

The message was clear: the meeting had not gone in the emergency department’s favor.

Xu Ze’s mood grew heavy at the thought. The battle was far from over.