Super Doctor - Chapter 71

Xu Ze faintly overheard Old Doctor Zhang lecturing Zhao Qilong in a hushed tone when no one was around. Afterward, seeing Zhao Qilong’s dark expression, it was clear the man had been thoroughly scolded again.

However, Xu Ze didn’t feel smug about it. Instead, he grew a little worried. With Zhao Qilong’s arrogant personality, if things continued this way, there might be real trouble in the future.

This incident was minor, so Xu Ze hadn’t bothered arguing with him. But if they ever encountered a critically ill patient, Zhao Qilong’s stubbornness and refusal to listen could lead to serious mistakes—and that would be disastrous.

Xu Ze couldn’t care less if Zhao Qilong got himself into trouble, but he was concerned about the clinic and Old Doctor Zhang. The old doctor had always treated him well, and the clinic was his livelihood. He couldn’t afford to let anything happen to it.

At this thought, Xu Ze sighed inwardly. He hoped Old Doctor Zhang could temper Zhao Qilong’s attitude. The man was skilled in trauma treatment, so a little pride wasn’t entirely unwarranted. But internal medicine was a completely different field. Trauma cases usually had obvious physical signs to follow, making diagnosis straightforward.

Internal medicine, however, required meticulous care—peeling back layers of symptoms, carefully analyzing each sign, and differentiating between similar conditions before reaching a conclusion.

Xu Ze was genuinely concerned. Zhao Qilong lacked Old Doctor Zhang’s experience, nor did he have Xu Ze’s vast knowledge (thanks to his implanted expertise) or advanced diagnostic support. Yet he remained so overconfident—it was only a matter of time before something went wrong.

Of course, none of this was Xu Ze’s business, nor should he dwell on it. With a quiet sigh, he focused on his own tasks—studying, giving injections—and passed the rest of the afternoon in peace.

At around five o’clock, his tranquility was abruptly shattered.

Well, not literally shattered—just his old Nokia phone ringing unexpectedly. But since the sound was so sudden, it felt like a disruption.

“Hey… Luozi, what’s up?” Seeing the familiar number, Xu Ze smiled and answered.

From the other end came Luozi’s unusually grave and odd tone: “A’Ze…”

“Yeah? What is it?” The rare seriousness in Luozi’s voice sent a foreboding chill down Xu Ze’s spine. He frowned slightly. “Something wrong?”

Luozi hesitated before finally asking, “A’Ze… did you really hook up with Sun Lingfei?”

“What?” The question hit Xu Ze like a thunderbolt. It took him a few seconds to process before he stiffened. “Luozi, who told you that?”

“I didn’t hear it from anyone—”

“Oh… then don’t jump to conclusions. There’s nothing between me and Sun Lingfei. How could that even—” Relieved, Xu Ze let out a quiet breath.

“But—”

“No buts, Luozi. Seriously, stop imagining things. Sun Lingfei and I are not involved.” Xu Ze forced a light laugh.

“……” Silence.

Xu Ze called out twice, but when no response came, he was about to hang up—

Then came an enraged roar:

“YOU LITTLE BRAT! YOU’RE STILL LYING?! YOUR PHOTO’S ALREADY ON THE FORUM! WHO ELSE ARE YOU TRYING TO FOOL?!”

“A full-body shot of you two is on the homepage! Others might not recognize you, but I sure as hell do! Even if you turned to ash, I’d know it was you, you little traitor!”

“Uh—? Uh! Uh…” Xu Ze froze, his voice strangled like a choked chicken. He stood there dumbly, making incoherent noises of shock.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to croak into the phone:

“…What photo? Of me and Sun Lingfei?”

“Not just you and Sun Lingfei—it’s you two lovebirds arm-in-arm at Lavella’s entrance! It was uploaded to the university forum minutes ago, got it?!” Luozi, having vented, sounded slightly calmer but still exasperated.

“Lavella?!” Xu Ze’s mind went blank. They’d been photographed there? How?! Last time at Shangdao was bad enough, but they’d gone all the way to Lavella to avoid being seen—and still got caught?

“How… how is this possible?” Xu Ze muttered, dazed.

“Tch. Everything’s possible,” Luozi scoffed coldly. “According to the post, some guy from our school happened to pass by Lavella last evening and saw you and the campus queen walking out hand-in-hand. In his shock, he whipped out his *‘5-megapixel Carl Zeiss-lens Nokia’* and snapped a crystal-clear shot of you two!”

“After agonizing over it, he decided the truth must be shared—so he sold the photo and detailed account to the forum’s gossip mod, Xueli Touqing, for 300 bucks. The mod then pinned it to the gossip board this afternoon, highlighted in bold.”

“And then—the head mod, Rishang Nanshan, promoted it to the HOMEPAGE, bolded, stickied, and slapped a ‘HOT’ tag on it.” Luozi paused, then let out a dry chuckle.

“Oh, and A’Ze? Congratulations—you’ve been doxxed. The campus’s human flesh search engine just announced: after seven and a half minutes, your full name, department, class, and entire three-year academic history have been exposed. Bro… you’re famous now.”

“……”

Xu Ze sat slumped in his chair, forehead damp with cold sweat. After a long moment, he finally accepted reality.

He hastily excused himself from Old Doctor Zhang, then—covering his face—dashed back to his dorm.

Along the way, he was intercepted by three or four groups of male classmates, subjected to merciless interrogation—but somehow made it back alive.

He yanked Luozi’s chair over and stared at the computer screen.

The photo, allegedly taken with a *”5-megapixel Carl Zeiss lens”*, wasn’t perfectly framed, but the timing was impeccable—capturing both him and Sun Lingfei mid-turn. While his face wasn’t crystal clear, anyone who knew him would recognize him instantly.

Xu Ze stared in silence for a long moment before sighing:

“…Yep. Definitely five megapixels.”