Super Doctor - Chapter 62

Xu Ze finally understood what it meant to be a rich second-generation heir—the kind born with a silver spoon in their mouth. He also realized just how lucky those privileged kids were.

As someone who used to be a scrawny, bookish student (well, still a student, technically), his life had taken a dramatic turn after acquiring Xiao Dao. The knowledge and skills pumped directly into his brain were like inheriting a fortune overnight. His starting line had been shoved miles ahead of everyone else’s.

Take fighting, for example. A month ago, Xu Ze’s frail physique couldn’t handle a one-on-one scrap, let alone a brawl. He’d have been beaten black and blue.

But now? Thanks to Xiao Dao’s physical enhancements and the combat experience downloaded into his mind, Xu Ze felt powerful. At least, that’s what he told himself.

After getting pummeled for hours in the virtual space, he could now almost hold his own against Bond. Occasionally, he even managed to throw a punch or kick between dodging attacks.

“This system is insane… absolutely insane,” Xu Ze marveled, reveling in his rapid transformation into a pseudo-fighting prodigy.

“Don’t get cocky,” Xiao Dao materialized beside him, smirking. “You’re barely at beginner level. Sure, you’ve got Tao Jun’s combat experience, but your reflexes and agility are still garbage. Keep grinding.”

“What? This is just beginner?” Xu Ze wheezed, barely blocking Bond’s strikes. “I’m holding my own against Bond!”

“Uh, Bond’s only using beginner-level skills right now,” Xiao Dao deadpanned. “Bump him up to intermediate, and you’d be face-down in half a minute. Don’t even think about getting back up.”

“……” Xu Ze shut up. Xiao Dao had a point. Becoming an overnight master would’ve been boring anyway. He wasn’t training for some championship—just enough to drop a few idiots if they messed with him.

May Morning, North Lake

Dawn arrived lazily in May. A thin mist clung to North Lake, weaving between cherry blossom trees and painting the water in dreamy strokes—like something out of a fairy tale.

Xu Ze jogged along the lakeside path, his breath steady, sweat glistening on his forehead. Two laps around the lake, just as Xiao Dao recommended. Energy circulation boosted his physique, but nothing beat good old-fashioned exercise.

The endorphin rush and serene scenery left him refreshed. As more joggers trickled in, Xu Ze wiped his brow and headed back to his dorm.

Pathophysiology Class – A Snoozefest

The lecture hall was packed. Pathophysiology was dry as dust, but attendance mattered for credits. Xu Ze had already mastered the subject in the virtual space, but Professor “Witch of the West” loved pop quizzes. Skipping wasn’t an option.

He slid into a seat beside Luo Zi, who grumbled, “I swear, that old hag’s grading system is a war crime.”

Xu Ze flipped open his textbook, skimming chapters he knew by heart. Even he found the jargon headache-inducing. No wonder everyone hated this class.

Just as he checked his phone for the time—

“DON’T TOUCH ME! STAY AWAY!”

A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the room.

Xu Ze’s head snapped up.

A girl in white—a classmate from the next section—was slashing wildly with a fruit knife. Students near her scrambled back, two already clutching bleeding arms.

Chaos erupted. The entire front row stampeded toward the exits.

Even the professor, who’d just walked in, turned sheet-white. “P-Put the knife down! Please!”

Luo Zi yanked Xu Ze’s arm. “Move! She’s psychotic! If she stabs us—”

But Xu Ze didn’t budge.

He knew this girl. She’d visited the clinic where he worked, even nodded at him around campus. Quiet, polite—zero history of mental illness.

Yet now, her face was a mask of terror. Her eyes—wide, desperate, broken—darted around as if seeing monsters.

Xu Ze’s newly acquired medical psychology knowledge kicked in:

“Acute stress-induced psychosis. A trauma so severe it shattered her grip on reality. Temporary insanity.”

Then—

“I’LL KILL MYSELF! DON’T COME CLOSER!”

She pressed the blade to her own throat.

Luo Zi gasped. “Holy shit, she’s actually insane—”

But Xu Ze was already moving.

He didn’t know her well, but he couldn’t watch her self-destruct. Not when he might be able to help.

Ignoring Luo Zi’s protests, he stepped forward—into the eye of the storm.