Super Doctor - Chapter 64

Xu Ze had technically skipped a class, but he felt no joy in it. The girl’s terrified screams and the despair in her eyes kept replaying in his mind.

Many people had described Xu Ze as emotional, and perhaps they were right. The incident left him in a somber mood all afternoon. Though the girl had been taken home by her family and the chaos of the morning had settled, another storm was brewing.

News that Xu Ze, a third-year clinical medicine student, was a hypnosis master had spread like wildfire.

The hundred or so classmates who had witnessed the event eagerly recounted the story to friends, girlfriends, and boyfriends:

“After slashing a few people, that girl held a knife to her own neck, screaming like a maniac. Xu Ze just walked up, said a few words—like those TV hypnotists—counted to five, and boom! She dropped the knife and passed out cold. It was insane!”

“Wait, seriously? You’re not exaggerating?”

“Exaggerating? Ask anyone! A hundred people saw it happen—how could it be fake?”

“Damn. You know Xu Ze? I gotta see this for myself next time…”

At the center of the storm, Xu Ze had no energy to dwell on the hype. He’d already pushed the morning’s events to the back of his mind—the girl was safe at home, and overthinking it would only distract him.

But by dinnertime, another headache loomed on the horizon, leaving him no room to fret over other people’s problems.

The next few hours passed in quiet dread as he mentally prepared for tonight’s performance—playing Sun Lingfei’s fake boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Zhao Qilong, oozing enthusiasm, had slicked back his hair, shaved meticulously, and doused himself in a cloud of cologne.

Xu Ze didn’t hate men’s fragrances, but this particular cologne was his least favorite. He edged away subtly—if he had to endure that scent all afternoon, he’d never focus.

Thank god Dr. Zhang isn’t here today, Xu Ze mused. Even he wouldn’t last five minutes in this olfactory assault.

The afternoon was slow. After seeing two patients, Zhao Qilong found himself with nothing to do, allowing Xu Ze to slip away and hide in the injection room.

Free from the cologne’s tyranny, Xu Ze finally relaxed. He helped Nurse Luo with a couple of IVs before collapsing onto a recliner for a nap. His mental energy was still drained from the morning’s hypnosis, and even a few hours of sleep hadn’t fully revived him.

With Xu Ze dozing in the injection room, Zhao Qilong reigned supreme in the clinic. Patientless, he admired himself in a hand mirror, adjusting his hair until satisfied.

Just as he set the mirror down, a voice called out:

“Dr. Zhao, you’re here… Is Dr. Zhang not around?”

Zhao Qilong looked up to see a familiar face—a fever patient he’d treated a few days ago. The man looked much better now.

“Ah, it’s you! Feeling better? No more fever?” Zhao Qilong forced a smile.

“Yeah, no fever today. Is Dr. Zhang not in?” The patient shifted uncomfortably, repeating his question.

Zhao Qilong’s smile stiffened. Why’s he so fixated on the old man? I’m the one who treated him!

Swallowing his irritation, he said, “Dr. Zhang stepped out. Let me check you instead.”

The patient hesitated, scanning the room—apparently looking for Xu Ze too—before reluctantly sitting down.

Zhao Qilong took his temperature, checked his throat, and declared, “You’re almost recovered! Throat’s not inflamed anymore. One more round of IVs should do it.” He scribbled a prescription.

The patient frowned at the paper. “Dr. Zhao… yesterday, Dr. Xu said it wasn’t a throat infection. He changed my meds. This isn’t what I got yesterday.”

Zhao Qilong’s temper flared. “Changed your meds? On what grounds? You were improving fine with my treatment!”

“Actually…” The patient hesitated. “Yesterday, I was still burning up. After Dr. Xu switched the meds, one IV and two oral doses later, I felt way better. Can I just stick with his prescription? It was cheaper, but it worked—”

“Cheaper?” Zhao Qilong scoffed, flipping through past records until he found Xu Ze’s script. His lip curled at the two basic, low-cost antibiotics listed.

“Listen, those are bottom-tier drugs. They wouldn’t touch a high fever like yours. The reason you improved is because my treatment had already weakened the infection—it just took time to show results. Xu Ze’s meds merely coincided with your recovery.”

The patient wavered. “But… Dr. Xu said it was some kind of parasitic reaction? The new meds really helped—”

“Parasitic?” Zhao Qilong laughed derisively. “Since when do parasites cause fevers like this? Xu Ze’s just an intern. What does he know?”

The patient’s confidence wavered. Maybe he’s right… Would a student really know better? Those cheap meds couldn’t have worked that fast. Dr. Zhao’s explanation makes sense…

After Zhao Qilong’s smooth-talking, the patient caved, agreeing to resume the original treatment.

But the victory left Zhao Qilong seething.

Xu Ze… you little upstart. Time to put you in your place.