Super Doctor - Chapter 46

When Xu Ze mentioned the patient was going into shock, Old Doctor Zhang’s expression darkened immediately. With blood pressure this low and the patient slipping into a shallow coma, weakened heart sounds—this was undoubtedly shock. They had to act fast.

“Hurry! Luo Lin, open multiple IV lines! Xu Ze, assist with the injections!”

The family members, already frantic, had just finished calling emergency services. They grabbed Doctor Zhang’s arm, their faces pale with fear. “Doctor Zhang, how’s Hu Zi? Is he in danger?”

“Very much so.” Doctor Zhang met their gaze grimly. “He must have internal bleeding from the fall. He’s going into shock now—he needs surgery at the hospital. I’ll do my best to stabilize him until the ambulance arrives. If we can get him there in time, there’s hope.”

The family froze, the words hitting them like a physical blow. After a stunned moment, the middle-aged man who had carried the patient in clutched at Doctor Zhang’s sleeve, desperation cracking his voice. “Doctor Zhang, you can’t scare me like this! Save him—he’s my only son!”

“Old Li, the situation is critical. I’ll do everything I can, but we need that ambulance now.”

Luo Jie rushed over with an infusion tray, several 500ml IV bags stacked atop it. Xu Ze didn’t have time to check if they were pre-mixed with medication—every second counted. He snatched a bag of glucose, attached the tubing, and yanked up the patient’s sleeve. Pressing hard on the crook of the elbow, he tried to raise a vein.

But the patient had likely lost too much blood. Even with Xu Ze’s forceful pressure, the vein barely bulged—far from ideal for a clean puncture. Still, delaying wasn’t an option. If the BP dropped further, finding a vein would be impossible.

“Antiseptic!” he barked.

Luo Jie, prepping the other arm, moved to assist, but Doctor Zhang waved her off. “Keep going. I’ll handle this.” The old doctor grabbed iodine swabs and swiftly wiped the site clean.

In emergencies, hierarchy didn’t matter. If he couldn’t contribute directly, he’d play assistant—even to his own student.

The moment the skin was prepped, Xu Ze drove the needle in without hesitation. He’d done countless IVs over the years; his confidence was justified.

No blood return.

Doctor Zhang tensed, but Xu Ze didn’t flinch. The faint pop under his fingers told him the needle was in the vein. With shock patients, absent blood return didn’t always mean failure.

He adjusted the flow rate to maximum, secured the line, and watched.

Fluid raced through the tubing like a taut wire, yet the site showed no swelling or leakage. Doctor Zhang exhaled in silent approval. Xu Ze’s technique is solid.

On the other arm, Luo Jie struggled. Xu Ze stepped in, gripping the limb and slapping the skin to raise the vein just enough. Luo Jie’s second attempt held.

Two IV lines now pumped fluids into the patient, battling to restore volume. All they could do was wait—and hope.

Three minutes later, Xu Ze rechecked the BP.

40/20 mmHg.

His stomach dropped. Doctor Zhang’s jaw tightened as he glanced at the clinic entrance. No ambulance.

Turning to the family, he kept his voice low but firm. “He’s deteriorating. At this point… it’s up to whether his body can hold on.”

The family erupted—some begging, others screaming into phones for the hospital to move faster.

Xu Ze’s mind raced. Something’s wrong. There has to be massive bleeding somewhere. Without stopping it, no amount of fluids would prevent the patient from bleeding out.

Spleen rupture? If so, only a hospital could save him. But diagnosing that required an ultrasound—and his system’s color Doppler function was still locked behind permissions.

He gritted his teeth. Damn it!

“Black-and-white B-mode, then. It’s not as precise, but it should show major bleeding.”

“Activate B-scan ultrasound function,” he ordered the system.

Beep. “Insufficient permissions. Function denied.”

Xu Ze nearly swore aloud. “Xiao Dao! Get out here! Fine, withhold the color Doppler, but a basic B-scan too? Are you kidding me?!”

Beep. The AI’s voice dripped with synthetic smugness. “Primary system is in light hibernation. Message relayed: ‘If you lack the clearance, blame your own incompetence. Don’t disturb my beauty sleep.’”

Xu Ze’s eye twitched. After a long, furious silence, he slammed a fist onto his thigh.

“That bastard Xiao Dao—pulling rank now? Fine. Who needs a butcher to handle poultry? Watch me do this without you.”