Super Doctor - Chapter 70

Xu Ze couldn’t help but shiver as Zhao Qilong’s icy gaze swept over him repeatedly. A chilling sensation crept down his spine, as if cold gusts of wind were blowing against his back.

This guy’s resentment is really something, Xu Ze thought to himself with a quiet sigh. He must’ve been cursing me nonstop since yesterday. No wonder the hatred is so thick—even under the blazing noon sun, I still feel this creeping cold down my back…

“Talk about a strong aura, huh…” Xu Ze pursed his lips, exhaled lightly, and decided to ignore Zhao Qilong’s petty grudge. Instead, he pulled out a book and settled into a chair in the injection room, flipping through the pages absentmindedly.

The department team has already made it to the quarterfinals this week, and the matches start next week. Looks like I’ll have to compete soon. Should I start training again tomorrow? He skimmed a few pages before the thought crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it with a slight raise of his brow. No need to worry—Luozi’s got it covered. He’ll handle everything.

Just as he was pretending to read, Zhao Qilong couldn’t resist stirring up trouble. He walked past Xu Ze and muttered under his breath in a venomous tone, “Kid, you’d better know your place. Otherwise, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

“Which rabid dog is barking here?” Xu Ze glanced up at Zhao Qilong’s retreating figure and let out a disdainful chuckle. The insult made Zhao Qilong freeze mid-step, his hands trembling faintly with suppressed rage.

But there was nothing Zhao Qilong could do—not in the clinic, at least. As long as Old Man Zhang was around, Xu Ze’s position was secure unless he made a major mistake. So Zhao Qilong could only seethe inwardly: Just wait until this little bastard falls into my hands. Then we’ll see…

Ironically, before Xu Ze could land in any trouble, Zhao Qilong’s own misfortunes came knocking.

Just as Xu Ze had predicted, the patient with scrub typhus—whose antibiotics (ciprofloxacin and doxycycline) Zhao Qilong had discontinued—returned the next day with a fever.

The man, looking haggard, ignored Zhao Qilong’s forced smile and instead turned to Dr. Zhang. “Is Dr. Xu around? I’d like to continue the medication he prescribed the other day.”

“What? Didn’t I change your prescription yesterday?” Zhao Qilong blurted out, stunned. “The previous drugs were ineffective. If you switch back, your fever will return.”

The patient scoffed. “Dr. Zhao, I didn’t want to say this, but you’re really something.”

Zhao Qilong’s face darkened. “What do you mean by that?”

The man shot him a cold glare. “Yesterday, after Dr. Xu’s treatment, my fever was gone. But you insisted his diagnosis was wrong and switched my meds to something twice as expensive. I wouldn’t have minded the cost if it worked—but now my fever’s back at 39.5°C. If this isn’t about money, then what is?”

“You— How dare you! You think I care about your petty cash?” Zhao Qilong’s face flushed crimson with humiliation. Never in his life had a patient openly disrespected him like this.

“I call it as I see it. If the treatment works, I’ll pay. But if it doesn’t, and you’re just pushing pricier drugs, then I have a problem.” The patient then turned to Dr. Zhang. “Isn’t that fair, Dr. Zhang? Dr. Xu’s prescription cost 40–50 yuan a day and cured my fever in one dose. But Dr. Zhao here switched it to a 100-yuan treatment that made me worse. Anyone can see what’s going on.”

Dr. Zhang, who had been listening with a frown, softened his expression and reassured the patient. “Dr. Zhao simply misjudged your condition. His intention was to help, not to profit. Our clinic has never relied on overprescribing—my reputation alone should assure you of that.”

The patient, aware of Dr. Zhang’s sterling reputation, immediately eased up. “Of course, Dr. Zhang. I trust you completely. Please take care of me.”

Satisfied, Dr. Zhang nodded. “Let me examine you again and adjust your medication. You’ll recover soon.”

Privately, Dr. Zhang understood the situation: Zhao Qilong’s arrogance had blinded him. Rather than admit Xu Ze’s correct diagnosis, he’d stubbornly stuck to his own—leading to this fiasco. Still, as a fellow doctor at the clinic, Zhao Qilong’s dignity had to be preserved for the clinic’s sake.

Calling Xu Ze over now would humiliate Zhao Qilong beyond repair. So Dr. Zhang prescribed the treatment himself and sent the patient to the injection room, planning to speak with Zhao Qilong later.

The patient, relieved, entered the injection room and spotted Xu Ze reading. Embarrassed, he greeted him awkwardly—after all, he’d disregarded Xu Ze’s advice the day before.

Xu Ze, understanding the unspoken apology, smiled. “Dr. Zhang handled your prescription today?”

The patient nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes. I refused Dr. Zhao. Dr. Xu, about yesterday… I shouldn’t have—”

Xu Ze waved it off. “It’s fine. Dr. Zhao was concerned the initial drugs were too basic. He just didn’t account for your specific condition. Don’t worry—Dr. Zhang’s treatment will fix you up.”

The patient, touched by Xu Ze’s graciousness, handed his medication to Nurse Luo for the injection, silently marveling: Dr. Xu is truly exceptional. Even after Dr. Zhao badmouthed him, he holds no grudge. With his skill and humility, he’s destined for greatness.

Next time someone I know falls ill, I’m sending them straight to him.

Xu Ze, however, genuinely bore no ill will. He saw no point in kicking a man while he was down. Zhao Qilong had already suffered enough today. Gloating would only make him look petty—and as colleagues, airing dirty laundry would only tarnish the clinic’s reputation.

Some battles weren’t worth fighting.