Super Doctor - Chapter 48

Dear Xu Ze,

Today was a busy day. Because of that shock patient, Old Doctor Zhang praised me lavishly. As a seasoned physician in internal medicine, he rarely compliments his students’ trauma care skills. If not for you, Xu Ze, that patient might have kicked the bucket long before the ambulance arrived.

And if that had happened… well, what a shame for someone so young. Even if the clinic wouldn’t have been held responsible, a death on the premises would’ve still hurt its reputation.

So, Doctor Zhang grew more and more pleased with Xu Ze. His disciple was truly remarkable—not only skilled in injections and prescriptions, but also well-versed in both internal and external medicine, even trauma care. Xu Ze prepared medicine faster than the clinic’s pharmacist, gave injections more smoothly than Luo Lin, diagnosed internal illnesses with precision, and even handled severe trauma cases with ease. Impressive… truly impressive…

That afternoon, Doctor Zhang let Xu Ze handle all the patients alone, merely supervising from the sidelines while sipping tea and flipping through medical books—a rare moment of relaxation for him.

Some patients were reluctant to be treated by such a young doctor, but with the venerable Doctor Zhang sitting right there, no one dared complain. After all, wasn’t this how veteran physicians trained their apprentices? Though Doctor Zhang’s confidence in his disciple seemed… unusually high.

…

While Xu Ze was busy, our dear Professor Xiao Dao was far from idle. He was scrambling to prepare the teaching materials for tonight’s session.

He had already “relocated” the case database from a certain major medical research center’s confidential archives. He refused to call it “stealing”—those so-called cutting-edge encryption methods were, to him, no more secure than a door tied shut with a straw.

All he had to do was flick the straw aside, waltz in, copy everything on the spot, and bring it back. Simple. The only real cost was a little time.

The real headache was synthesizing hundreds of virtual patients based on these records. For Xiao Dao, this was an exhausting task.

Unlike machines or simple programs, these virtual patients required meticulous simulation—every symptom, every physical sign, every behavioral response had to be flawlessly recreated. Even their body types and appearances needed fine-tuning for maximum accuracy.

Any deviation could lead to Xu Ze developing misconceptions during his training. And that was something Xiao Dao absolutely could not tolerate.

So, no matter how tedious, Professor Xiao Dao had no choice but to endure it, synthesizing each patient one by one.

At times like this, he missed the old days—back when the Federation’s Central Computer, that “old fossil” he used to grumble about, was still around. If that old thing were here, would he have to suffer like this?

“If that old fossil were here, this tiny microchip of mine wouldn’t have to handle everything alone,” Xiao Dao thought bitterly. “And thanks to the system’s energy reserves not being fully charged yet—and Xu Ze still not reaching Level 1—the system can only operate at the lowest speed. So I have to take it step by excruciating step.”

“Even with the virtual simulation program set up, each patient takes about ten minutes to complete. And there are hundreds left… When will this torture end?” He sighed, reminiscing about the exhilarating Level 6 processing speed he once enjoyed with Tao Jun. Compared to that, this current speed was like a tortoise racing a rabbit—utterly unbearable.

“I have to speed things up. This is unbearable.” Suddenly, resentment flared in his thoughts. “It’s all Xu Ze’s fault for progressing so slowly. I need to train him harder. If he had advanced to Level 1 sooner, I wouldn’t be stuck at this snail’s pace!”

As Xiao Dao grumbled to himself, Xu Ze—still busy with patients—abruptly shivered for no apparent reason. He glanced around. The weather was fine today, so why did he suddenly feel a chill down his spine? Was he coming down with something?

Xu Ze touched his forehead. “Can’t be… I feel fine otherwise.”

Finding nothing amiss, he shook it off and kept working. By nearly 5 p.m., he finally finished with the last patient. Just as he exhaled in relief, his phone rang.

Sun Lingfei’s crisp voice, laced with impatience, came through: “Xu Ze, when are you coming over? I’m starving!”

Xu Ze froze. Right—Miss Sun was still waiting for him to cook and administer her IV.

“Ah—I’m on my way now. Just finished up. Hang in there a little longer,” he apologized quickly before turning to Doctor Zhang, who had already overheard the faint feminine voice from his phone.

The old physician looked up with an understanding smile. “Go on. It’s good for a young man to be diligent, but you shouldn’t spend all your time cooped up here with an old man like me. Go enjoy some youthful activities. Off with you.”

Gratitude flickered across Xu Ze’s face. “Thank you, Doctor Zhang. I’ll head out then.”

…

Knock, knock, knock…

The sound of light footsteps approached, and the door swung open to reveal Sun Lingfei’s delicately scowling face. “I thought you forgot. I’m practically withering away here.”

“Sorry, it was a hectic afternoon,” Xu Ze said sheepishly, handing her a bag of medicine. After changing his shoes, he grinned. “Don’t worry—give me twenty minutes, and dinner will be ready.” With that, he vanished into the kitchen.

Sun Lingfei peeked into the medicine bag and grimaced at the sight of the IV bottles. She hated injections. Sighing, she decided to distract herself by watching Xu Ze cook—at least the aroma of food would lift her mood.

Seeing him bustling about—washing rice, chopping vegetables—she suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Rolling up her sleeves, she stepped forward. “Need help?”

“Nah, you’re still recovering. Go rest—dinner will be ready soon,” Xu Ze said, gently shooing her out. He could tell Miss Sun had zero kitchen experience. Having her “help” would only slow him down.

Rebuffed, Sun Lingfei huffed and retreated. Deep down, she knew he was right—the most she could contribute was washing vegetables, and even that might end badly. Better to leave it to him.

Dinner was simple but satisfying: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried pork with green peppers, hand-torn cabbage, and a mushroom-meat soup. Sun Lingfei ate with relish, while Xu Ze polished off three bowls of rice.

Home-cooked meals were always better than cafeteria food. Leaning back contentedly, Xu Ze watched as Sun Lingfei nibbled on the last few pieces of cabbage.

There was no denying it—her table manners were far more elegant than her ravenous midnight feasting. Smiling, Xu Ze adjusted his glasses, stood up, and brewed two cups of tea at the water dispenser.

“You guys really know how to live. This Tieguanyin is leagues better than the counterfeit ‘premium’ stuff out there,” he mused, inhaling the fragrance before taking a slow sip.

Sun Lingfei wiped her mouth with a napkin, then lifted her teacup. “I wouldn’t know. Xiao Rui brought this. Her tea is always good.”

“Xiao Rui? Li Xiaorui?” Xu Ze raised an eyebrow, a name suddenly coming to mind.