Super Doctor - Chapter 89

Sun Lingfei watched the basketball court as Hu Xuezhao clutched his right hand in pain after Xu Ze’s words. Frowning slightly, she turned to Xu Ze beside her and asked curiously, “Are you saying Hu Xuezhao can’t keep playing?”

“Mm.” Xu Ze nodded with a sigh, his expression solemn. “The way he landed was bad, and the impact was too strong. His elbow joint must be injured…”

Surprised by his certainty, Sun Lingfei studied him. “How do you know that?”

“I’m a doctor,” Xu Ze replied with a faint smile.

With the Surveying Department’s captain Hu Xuezhao injured, the game was temporarily suspended. His teammates, seeing how serious his injury was, immediately surrounded the Journalism Department player responsible for the foul, tensions flaring on the court.

The stands erupted in boos—many had noticed the Journalism team crossing the line in their aggressive plays.

Fortunately, as this was an official quarterfinal match, several student council members were present. The sports department head, sensing trouble, quickly intervened to prevent a full-blown altercation.

However, Hu Xuezhao’s condition was clearly serious. The on-site school medic—a young man—examined his hand, manipulated it slightly, and elicited a few pained cries before shaking his head. “Your elbow is dislocated, and there might even be a fracture. You need to go to the hospital for an X-ray and reduction.”

“What? Are you saying I can’t keep playing?” Hu Xuezhao’s face paled, his pain momentarily forgotten as he glared at the medic.

The medic, nearly a head shorter than the 185 cm Hu Xuezhao, shrank back nervously. “Y-Your elbow is dislocated. Even if there’s no fracture, the ligaments are damaged. You’d need at least two weeks of immobilization, or it’ll dislocate again if you move it…”

“No! You have to fix this—I have to play!” Hu Xuezhao’s eyes reddened as he grabbed the medic’s collar with his left hand, desperation in his voice. He knew his team’s situation—without him, their defense would collapse in the remaining quarter and a half.

This was his last chance. After three years as captain, this was the Surveying Department’s best shot at reaching the semifinals—or even the finals. If they lost now because of him, he’d never forgive himself.

His teammates, equally frantic, crowded around the medic, demanding a solution. Without their captain, their team would fall apart.

The poor medic, surrounded by towering athletes, stammered helplessly, “I-I really can’t treat this…”

As despair settled over the team, the referee blew the whistle, urging them to resume play for the free throw.

Hu Xuezhao looked at his teammates—their hard work, their shared dream of reaching the finals—now shattered because of him. His eyes reddened, and tears spilled as he struck his injured arm in frustration. “Useless! It’s all your fault!”

“Captain, it’s not your fault!” His teammates, eyes wet, rushed to restrain him, their voices choked with emotion.

The stands fell silent. Thousands watched as the Surveying Department’s players broke down, some girls in the audience crying quietly. Even the Journalism player who caused the foul hung his head in shame.

The Medical Department team, familiar with Hu Xuezhao from past matches, watched with heavy hearts. They knew how much this meant to him—how this was his last shot before graduation.

After a moment, the referee, though sympathetic, blew the whistle again to resume the game.

Hu Xuezhao wiped his tears and looked at his teammates, forcing a smile. “No matter what happens, play with pride. Basketball is about joy—don’t let this ruin it for you.”

His teammates, moved by his words, nodded with renewed determination.

Watching from the stands, Xu Ze exhaled softly. Then, to Sun Lingfei’s surprise, he stood and walked to the railing.

With effortless grace, he vaulted over the two-meter barrier, landing smoothly on the court.

Amidst the crowd’s stunned murmurs, he approached Hu Xuezhao and smiled.

“May I see your hand?”