Super Doctor - Chapter 78

Seeing Old Tang slowly squatting down, Xu Ze hurried over and supported him, letting the elderly man lean against his chest as they gently sat on the ground together. “Old Tang… what’s wrong?” Xu Ze asked urgently.

Old Tang’s face was twisted in pain, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his complexion had taken on a sickly pallor. Gasping for breath, he clutched his chest tightly, seemingly unable to speak.

Alarmed, Xu Ze recognized the symptoms—this looked like angina or even a myocardial infarction, both extremely serious conditions. Panic surged through him as he glanced around, but there was no one nearby. Old Tang’s secretary had already walked off and was nowhere in sight.

What do I do? I don’t have any medicine on me, and I didn’t even bring my phone… Xu Ze’s mind raced.

With no way to call for help, he had no choice but to rely on himself. Gently grasping Old Tang’s wrist with his right hand, he commanded silently in his mind: Activate ECG scan.

The automated response system immediately complied. A thin electrical pulse shot from the ring on Xu Ze’s finger, penetrating Old Tang’s body.

A soft beep sounded. Since Xu Ze wasn’t wearing his glasses while jogging, the system relayed the ECG results directly into his mind: “ST segment depression of 0.1 mV in leads V4, V5, and V6; flattened T waves—consistent with myocardial ischemia…”

“Myocardial ischemia? So it’s angina, not a full-blown infarction yet.” Xu Ze’s tension eased slightly.

Angina was usually caused by sudden coronary artery spasms, leading to reduced blood flow and chest pain. In most cases, it resolved on its own.

But Old Tang’s agonized expression worried him. Some angina episodes could last longer and, in severe cases, trigger a heart attack. They needed to dilate the coronary arteries immediately to improve blood flow—otherwise, the situation could turn critical.

“If Old Tang has heart disease, his secretary must carry emergency medication. But he’s not here now—what can I do?” Xu Ze anxiously scanned the direction where he’d last seen the secretary, but there was still no sign of him.

He racked his brain for alternative first-aid methods, but without proper medication, options were limited.

A minute had passed, and Old Tang’s pain showed no signs of easing. Xu Ze grew more frantic. At the elderly man’s age, prolonged ischemia could be disastrous. If it progressed to an infarction, the consequences would be dire.

“Is there any other way?” Desperate, Xu Ze decided that if he couldn’t think of a solution soon, he’d have to carry Old Tang to the clinic despite the risks of moving him.

But no matter how hard he thought, nothing came to mind. Without medicine, he was powerless.

Finally, he shouted inwardly, “Xiao Dao! Help me out here—any ideas for treating angina?”

After a brief pause, Xiao Dao’s voice responded, “System search complete. Battlefield First Aid covers this. Seriously, have you forgotten everything?”

“Battlefield First Aid?” Xu Ze froze, then suddenly remembered a long-neglected technique: Electric Acupuncture Emergency Therapy.

The introductory course had covered emergency treatments for situations without proper medical supplies. However, since such scenarios were rare in Tao Jun’s era, the method wasn’t emphasized—and Xu Ze had barely paid attention to it.

Now, with Xiao Dao’s reminder, the buried knowledge resurfaced.

Electric Acupuncture Emergency Therapy originated from ancient Earth’s acupuncture techniques, later refined by the Federation Academy of Sciences with modern technology.

Xu Ze quickly sifted through the memories and found the relevant protocol: For acute coronary spasms, insert an electric needle into the ancient ‘Heart Yu’ acupoint—located 3 cm lateral to the lower edge of the fifth thoracic vertebra. Penetrate 5 mm, then apply 30V bioelectric current in continuous waves for 10–30 seconds.

Time was critical. Xu Ze reassured Old Tang, “I’m a doctor. I’m going to treat you now—just relax.”

Old Tang’s eyelids flickered weakly, but he couldn’t respond.

Without his glasses, Xu Ze had to locate the acupoint manually. Supporting Old Tang with his left hand, he lifted the man’s shirt and felt along his spine to identify the fifth thoracic vertebra. Then, positioning the ring on his right index finger over the acupoint, he commanded, “Extend needle.”

A hair-thin needle emerged from the ring, precisely 5 mm long.

Without hesitation, Xu Ze inserted it into the acupoint and ordered, “Apply 30V bioelectric current in continuous waves.”

“Stimulation initiated.”

A faint vibration pulsed from the ring. Xu Ze watched Old Tang closely, knowing the stimulation couldn’t exceed 30 seconds. He had to stop as soon as the spasms eased.

After about 15 seconds, the grayish tint in Old Tang’s face began to fade, and his breathing steadied. By the 20-second mark, the elderly man’s hand loosened from his chest.

Xu Ze halted the current and withdrew the needle. “Old Tang, how do you feel now?” he asked gently.

Old Tang nodded weakly. “Thank you, Xiao Xu. The pain’s gone.”

Relieved, Xu Ze helped him sit on a nearby flat rock to rest.

After a short while, Old Tang had fully recovered. His thin face filled with gratitude as he said, “Xiao Xu, you’ve saved my life. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t mention it—it’s my duty,” Xu Ze replied humbly.

Old Tang smiled warmly at Xu Ze’s modesty. “I never realized you were so skilled in acupuncture. Truly impressive.”

Xu Ze chuckled. “I learned it from an old book—nothing special.”

He was about to ask if Old Tang had a history of heart issues when another question struck him. “Wait, how did you know my surname is Xu? I don’t recall telling you last time.”

Old Tang threw his head back and burst into laughter.