Super Doctor - Chapter 79

“Since you’ve managed to earn the favor of our usually aloof Fei girl, of course we know who you are—and we know you very well…” Old Tang’s words struck Xu Ze like a bolt of lightning, leaving him utterly stunned.

Xu Ze blinked, pondering the implications of Old Tang’s statement. After a moment, he decided not to press further on the matter and instead shifted the conversation to Old Tang’s condition.

Seeing Xu Ze’s interest in his health, Old Tang held nothing back and explained his illness in detail.

He was deeply intrigued by Xu Ze’s remarkable acupuncture skills. For years, Old Tang had suffered from sporadic angina attacks. Despite seeking treatment at top hospitals both domestically and abroad, his condition had only improved marginally. The episodes remained uncontrollable, and when they struck, conventional angina medications had little effect. Only a specific imported drug could provide rapid relief.

Yet today, to his astonishment, Xu Ze’s extraordinary acupuncture technique had alleviated his angina even faster than that imported medication. The speed and efficacy left Old Tang both shocked and hopeful.

In fact, a thought crossed his mind: If this acupuncture can relieve my pain so quickly, could it possibly cure my angina entirely?

The more he considered it, the warmer his smile toward Xu Ze became.

After Old Tang finished explaining his condition, Xu Ze frowned slightly. He hadn’t expected the case to be so complex. If not for that emergency electro-acupuncture technique today, even clinic medications might not have worked well enough, he thought to himself.

Noticing Xu Ze’s frown, Old Tang felt a twinge of disappointment, assuming Xu Ze might not have a solution. Still, he clung to a sliver of hope and asked, “Xu Ze, does your acupuncture have any special therapeutic effects for my angina?”

Xu Ze raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I’m wondering—since your acupuncture relieves my angina faster than medication, could it also treat the root cause?” Though Old Tang had long made peace with mortality, the years of torment from this condition had left him desperate for relief. If there was a chance to be free of it, he’d pay almost any price.

“Treat the root cause?” Xu Ze murmured, his handsome brows knitting together.

After a long pause, he looked up at Old Tang, who was watching him anxiously. “I can’t say for certain yet. But if possible, I’d like to review your medical records first to get a clearer picture.”

“Oh? That’s simple enough!” Old Tang’s spirits lifted—Xu Ze hadn’t outright refused, meaning there was still hope. The thought of finally shaking off this years-long affliction filled him with excitement.

“Tang Zhi, fetch my medical records from the car.” Old Tang glanced at his bodyguard-secretary, who had just returned, and accepted the bottle of water the man had gone to retrieve. To Tang Zhi’s shock, Old Tang then offered it to Xu Ze with a smile. “Here, Xu Ze, you’ve worked hard. Have some water.”

Xu Ze quickly declined. He wasn’t thirsty, and the water had clearly been brought for Old Tang. As a younger man, he couldn’t possibly take an elder’s share.

“I’m fine, Old Tang. You should drink it—staying hydrated is good for your condition.”

Beside them, Tang Zhi stiffened in alarm. “Old Tang, are you alright?”

“Hah, I’m fine. I just had another episode earlier, but Xu Ze handled it.” Old Tang waved it off casually.

Though his tone was light, Tang Zhi paled. The thought of Old Tang’s angina striking while he was absent sent a tremor through him. He scrutinized Old Tang’s face, confirming he truly seemed unharmed, before finally relaxing—though confusion and concern lingered.

“Old Tang, you really had an attack just now?”

“Yes. Luckily, Xu Ze was here to help. Now hurry and fetch my records—and bring another bottle of water for him.” Old Tang took a sip and shooed Tang Zhi off. “Go on, I’m fine. Just get the documents.”

“Right away!” Reassured by Old Tang’s vigor, Tang Zhi finally complied, though his gaze toward Xu Ze now held newfound respect and awe.

As the one who had overseen the background check on Xu Ze, Tang Zhi knew the young man worked part-time as a trainee doctor at a clinic. Yet here he was, single-handedly alleviating Old Tang’s angina—a condition even renowned specialists struggled with. The realization left Tang Zhi deeply impressed.

With Xu Ze present, Tang Zhi felt less worried and sprinted off to retrieve the records.

He returned in under five minutes, slightly winded, and handed over a document bag and a water bottle. Old Tang passed the water to Xu Ze first. “You ran quite a distance earlier. Drink up before reviewing these.”

Unable to refuse politely, Xu Ze took a few sips before accepting the medical file. He carefully sifted through the thick stack of photocopied reports and test results, growing more amazed by the minute.

Old Tang’s medical history was exhaustive: bloodwork from multiple hospitals totaled over a hundred tests, alongside seven or eight rounds of imaging—X-rays, CTs, MRIs. He’d even undergone coronary angiography twice. Xu Ze marveled at the extravagance; just the domestic costs for these procedures would’ve exceeded 50,000–60,000 RMB.

The list of medications was equally staggering. Without the database his AI assistant, Xiao Dao, had compiled, Xu Ze would’ve been lost deciphering the array of imported drug names and their functions.

It took nearly half an hour to review everything. The findings were puzzling: most tests showed no major abnormalities beyond slightly elevated lipids (later normalized with treatment). Lung scans revealed only mild chronic bronchitis in early stages, with no subsequent issues. Even the coronary angiograms, performed both in China and abroad, indicated nothing beyond minor vascular aging.

The only notable anomalies were in some of the thirty EKG reports—a handful, like the one Xu Ze had taken earlier, displayed ischemic changes during angina episodes. The rest were normal.

Xu Ze exhaled a soft chuckle. By modern medical standards, Old Tang had no significant pathology beyond typical age-related changes—hardly enough to explain such recurrent, severe angina.

Old Tang, misreading his sigh, tensed. “What is it? Can even your acupuncture not help?”

Seeing the apprehension and disappointment on the old man’s face, Xu Ze shook his head with a faint smile.

“No. It can.”