Super Doctor - Chapter 47

After his bold declaration, Xu Ze could only stare helplessly at the patient, realizing with frustration that without his scalpel, he truly had no solution…

“Even if it really is a ruptured spleen, given the conditions here, there’s absolutely nothing we can do. We’ll just have to hope the ambulance arrives in time…” Xu Ze tried to console himself.

Everyone waited anxiously for the ambulance. Given the patient’s condition, no one dared move him recklessly without professional medical transport.

Xu Ze hung his head, watching the patient with a sinking feeling. For the first time, he deeply understood what powerlessness meant. The patient was only in his twenties—if they couldn’t stabilize him in time, this young life would slip away right before their eyes.

As the patient’s face grew paler, Xu Ze noticed something odd—his thigh was swelling rapidly, turning an alarming shade of blue.

“This isn’t right… Even with a fracture, swelling and bruising shouldn’t progress this fast…”

A thought struck him. His eyes widened as he focused on the thigh.

“Could it be… internal bleeding? If the femur fractured and severed the femoral artery—or another major vessel—that would explain the massive swelling!”

“That has to be it!” Xu Ze sprang up and commanded his system: “Activate X-ray Scan!”

“Beep—X-ray Scan initiated…” The system’s prompt echoed as the patient’s thigh gradually became transparent through Xu Ze’s augmented lens.

The scan revealed a clear fracture at the lower femur, surrounded by dense, dark masses—blood pooling in the muscle tissue.

“It’s blood. Nothing else has this density besides air or fluids, and there’s no open wound for air to enter. This has to be arterial bleeding!”

Xu Ze’s pulse quickened. The patient’s shock wasn’t from a ruptured spleen—it was hemorrhaging in the thigh. If they could stop it, they might buy enough time to get him to surgery.

Without hesitation, he rushed to the patient and barked at Nurse Luo: “Syringe. NOW.”

Nurse Luo startled but obeyed instantly, handing him one. Since Xu Ze had single-handedly saved a coronary patient weeks prior, she trusted his judgment without question.

As Xu Ze plunged the syringe into the swollen thigh, the family gasped—but seeing Old Doctor Zhang’s grave silence, they held their tongues.

The syringe filled with dark red blood.

“Confirmed.” Xu Ze yanked it out and demanded, “Bandages! Hurry!”

Nurse Luo scrambled for a roll, which Xu Ze swiftly folded and looped above the injury. He twisted it tight with the syringe as a tourniquet crank, cinching until the flesh bulged around the constriction.

Old Doctor Zhang frowned. “Xu Ze, you’ll risk necrosis cutting off circulation like this.”

“Better than losing his life. A dead man doesn’t need legs.”

The older doctor’s eyes sharpened. “You’re saying the shock is from femoral bleeding?”

Xu Ze nodded. “The fracture must’ve nicked an artery. If we stop it, he has a chance.”

The family turned to Old Doctor Zhang for confirmation. After a pause, he conceded, “If the bleed is localized… yes.”

Three minutes later, the patient’s breathing steadied. Xu Ze checked the blood pressure: “50/35 mmHg—rising!”

Relief swept the room. The ambulance’s siren wailed outside as the family erupted in tearful gratitude. The father clutched Xu Ze’s hand, choking up: “Doctor… you saved my boy.”

As the medics loaded the patient, Xu Ze exhaled. Being a doctor was exhausting—but saving lives, keeping families whole? That was worth every struggle.

Yet the close call haunted him. Without his system’s scan, he’d have missed the femoral bleed entirely. “I need to advance my skills… Fast.”