Super Doctor - Chapter 150

As Dean Ou spoke in a low voice, Zhang Lide sat back down with a resentful glare at Xu Ze, waiting to see what else the young man had to say. Behind him, several directors of the internal medicine department also fixed Xu Ze with cold stares, their expressions full of anger.

No one had ever dared to challenge the authority of the chief director of internal medicine like this before. Even other department heads or senior physicians wouldn’t openly confront the chief director in matters related to internal medicine.

Dean Ou observed the young man before him—calm-faced, speaking in an almost casual tone, yet clearly suppressing a flicker of anger—while his own chief director of internal medicine was practically fuming. A rare glimmer of admiration flashed in the dean’s eyes.

If this kid isn’t just spouting nonsense or bluffing, if he actually has solid evidence… then he’s truly impressive. To analyze and identify things even department heads missed—his talent must be extraordinary.

And at such a young age, to remain so composed despite being publicly humiliated by Zhang Lide… That kind of temperament is anything but ordinary.

With these two qualities, this young man’s future would undoubtedly be bright.

So, Dean Ou decided to rein in his chief director, wanting to hear what Xu Ze had to say. As long as the young man wasn’t fabricating things, his insights could be a tremendous help to the research project.

If they could confirm these findings and further document the patient’s recovery, they’d have enough material to report to the Ministry of Health and apply for provincial—or even national—research funding. Securing such a project would bring immense benefits to the hospital, the department, and the doctors involved. Naturally, it would also reflect well on him as dean.

Noticing that it was Dean Ou who had intervened, Xu Ze couldn’t help but feel a flicker of surprise. He had been prepared to stand his ground against the internal medicine directors’ scolding, determined to give Zhang Lide—that arrogant old man—a taste of his own medicine.

But before the confrontation could escalate, the dean had stepped in. Xu Ze felt a surge of gratitude and gave Dean Ou a respectful smile before speaking.

“As for whether I’ve fabricated anything, the truth will speak for itself. Today, though I’m just a rotating intern, I refuse to tolerate baseless humiliation. Since Director Zhang claims I’m lying, may I ask how he reached that conclusion?”

Zhang Lide, now seated, suppressed some of his anger and snapped, “This patient shows none of the symptoms you described. If that’s not fabrication, what is?”

Xu Ze chuckled lightly, his tone calm. “And how exactly can Director Zhang be so sure my patient lacks these symptoms?”

“Last night, I sent someone to—” Zhang Lide blurted out, then abruptly stopped when he noticed the stunned looks around him. His face flushed, and he quickly corrected himself. “Since even Director Qu didn’t notice these signs, they obviously don’t exist. For you to claim otherwise now—isn’t that falsification?”

“Oh?” Xu Ze smiled faintly, a glint of understanding in his eyes. “If I say they exist, then they do. Do you really think I’d lie about something like this? Though I’m younger than everyone here, I still have professional integrity.”

“Hmph! Whether you’re lying or not, you know best!” Seeing Xu Ze’s unshaken composure, Zhang Lide slammed the table and growled, “If you still refuse to admit it, let’s go examine the patient right now. Let’s see how long you can keep up this act!”

At this point, Director Qu finally understood why Zhang Lide had been so confident—he had secretly sent someone to check on the patient last night. How underhanded.

But now, he was worried for Xu Ze. Though he himself hadn’t noticed the symptoms Xu Ze mentioned, Zhang Lide’s informant might have.

Was Xu Ze telling the truth? Director Qu wasn’t sure. Seeing Zhang Lide demand an on-the-spot examination, he glanced at Xu Ze, searching for any sign of fear.

Yet Xu Ze remained completely calm and self-assured. Director Qu’s confidence in him solidified—if Xu Ze was this composed, he must be telling the truth. Zhang Lide is in for a rude awakening. And our department’s research project might just be saved after all.

A faint smile tugged at Director Qu’s lips. That old man Tang really sent us someone extraordinary—not only securing our project but also giving our department a much-needed boost.

Zhang Lide, however, was too furious to notice Director Qu’s expression. He turned to Dean Ou and said sternly, “Dean, let’s go see for ourselves. Let’s expose this fraud and ensure such a disgrace is expelled from our hospital. We can’t let him tarnish our reputation!”

Dean Ou frowned. He had noticed Xu Ze’s unwavering confidence—no trace of panic despite Zhang Lide’s demand for verification. This made the dean more inclined to believe the young doctor. Zhang Lide might be the one humiliated today.

Considering Zhang Lide’s long service under him, Dean Ou felt a pang of sympathy. If Zhang Lide was wrong, the loss of face would be devastating. He tried to mediate. “Lide, calm down. Let’s not jump to conclusions. We should investigate first—”

“Dean! A mere intern has already humiliated me today. How can I calm down?” Zhang Lide, red-faced with rage, misinterpreted the dean’s words as favoritism and snapped, “If you won’t act, I will!”

Seeing Zhang Lide’s stubbornness, Dean Ou sighed. “Fine. Let’s go examine the patient. Let’s hope you’re right.”

He then cast a deep, thoughtful glance at Xu Ze—still serene and confident—and couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. This young man… is truly remarkable. I just hope nothing goes wrong.

With Dean Ou’s approval, the group rose and followed the three leaders back to the patient’s room for a thorough physical examination.

While the internal medicine directors wore smug smirks, the emergency department doctors trailed behind nervously, stealing glances at Xu Ze. Even Qian Xuebin—who had always disliked Xu Ze—now watched him with concern. If Xu Ze had indeed falsified his findings, not only would the project collapse, but the emergency department’s reputation would suffer.

Yet, seeing Xu Ze’s calm smile and Director Qu walking ahead with unshaken confidence, their doubts gradually eased.

When the patient and his family saw the crowd of doctors and hospital leaders flooding back into the room, they were baffled. Why are they visiting me twice in one day? Since when am I this important?

But the warm smiles from earlier were gone—replaced by stern expressions. The patient paled, his heart pounding. Did my condition worsen?

Noticing his fear, Director Qu quickly reassured him. “Don’t worry, Old Wang. We’re just conducting a more detailed examination to adjust your treatment plan and speed up your recovery.”

“Oh… I see. That’s good, then.” The patient relaxed, smiling as he waited for the examination.

Dean Ou glanced at Zhang Lide—still sneering—then at Xu Ze, standing composed at the back of the crowd. With a quiet sigh, he said, “Xu Ze, since you’re the one who raised these points, why don’t you demonstrate them for us?”

“Of course, Dean.” Xu Ze nodded, stepping forward as the internal medicine directors made way.

Ignoring their icy glares, he approached the patient with a warm smile.

“Dr. Xu, hello again. Sorry for the trouble,” the patient said, visibly relaxing at Xu Ze’s demeanor.

“No trouble at all. It’s our duty.” Xu Ze helped him lie back down. “Let’s begin.”

Pulling a reflex hammer from his pocket, Xu Ze carefully rolled up the patient’s pant legs, exposing his feet. Then, looking up at Dean Ou and the directors, he said calmly, “Now, let’s observe the characteristic changes in superficial sensory impairment—the stocking-pattern hypoesthesia.”

Hearing Xu Ze’s confident tone and seeing his unshaken composure, Zhang Lide suddenly felt a twinge of doubt. He’s still this calm?

“Could he actually be… right?” The thought sent a chill down his spine. If he was wrong… Zhang Lide’s face darkened.