Super Doctor - Chapter 92

The quarterfinals had finally concluded. As everyone expected, the high-spirited Medical Department team, led by Xu Ze, crushed the Economics and Management team with overwhelming momentum, easily securing their first-ever spot in the semifinals.

With the games temporarily over, Xu Ze finally enjoyed some peace and quietly returned to work.

The clinic remained as unpredictable as ever—sometimes quiet, sometimes busy. On Zhao Qilong’s face, there was an ever-growing look of smug satisfaction. He was confident that it wouldn’t be long before he could drive that annoying kid away for good.

Old Doctor Zhang slowly flipped through a book in his hands, occasionally lifting his head to glance at the busy figure in the adjacent injection room. His eyes were filled with emotion…

He realized that he was finding it harder and harder to understand his own apprentice. Xu Ze’s confidence and calm demeanor gave him the impression of a seasoned doctor—someone with years of experience, like his own peers.

Despite his youth, Xu Ze handled patients and diagnoses with remarkable maturity. He was meticulous and patient, sometimes even surpassing Old Doctor Zhang in thoroughness.

This realization left the old doctor deeply moved. Xu Ze had only been with him for a little over two years, and his formal training had only begun six months ago. Yet, his progress had been astonishing. How had he managed to absorb so much knowledge and experience in such a short time?

What’s more, Xu Ze often came up with ideas and solutions that even Old Doctor Zhang hadn’t considered. Was this the result of a young, agile mind, or was he simply getting old?

With a quiet sigh, Old Doctor Zhang shook his head. Still, his heart swelled with pride. No matter how much Xu Ze grew, he would always be his apprentice.

And despite his rapid improvement, Xu Ze remained as humble and diligent as ever. Unlike Zhao Qilong, he never showed the slightest hint of arrogance, nor did he resent Old Doctor Zhang for bringing Zhao into the clinic.

To have such a disciple… I must have been incredibly lucky.

Zhao Qilong glanced curiously at Old Doctor Zhang, puzzled by his sudden sigh. Following the old man’s gaze, he spotted Xu Ze in the injection room and immediately assumed the worst. A smug grin crept onto his face.

“Heh, looks like the old man’s finally getting fed up with that kid. No wonder he’s sighing like that…”

After finishing his work in the injection room, Xu Ze stepped out and took a seat in the main clinic. Even though he no longer cared much about seeing patients as a trainee—and despite his dislike for Zhao Qilong—he was still technically a medical intern, not a nurse. He couldn’t just hide in the injection room all day.

As he walked out, he noticed Old Doctor Zhang’s thoughtful gaze. After a brief pause, Xu Ze nodded with a faint smile, then picked up a book and sat at a small table, pretending to read.

Soon, the clinic door creaked open, and a young couple walked in. Judging by their closeness, they were deeply in love.

After glancing around, they approached Old Doctor Zhang’s desk. At his gesture, they sat down, and the young man said politely, “Doctor, my girlfriend seems to have a cold. Could you take a look?”

Old Doctor Zhang nodded and motioned for Zhao Qilong to examine her first.

From his seat, Xu Ze glanced at the patient. She seemed fine overall, just coughing a bit. Probably just a cold, or maybe a mild lung infection. Since it was a simple case, he quickly lost interest and went back to his book.

Zhao Qilong, however, was always eager to examine pretty young women. After a thorough checkup, he concluded that she had a minor lung infection, wrote a prescription, and handed it to Old Doctor Zhang for review.

The old doctor called the patient over, double-checked the diagnosis, and nodded in approval. “Yes, there’s some inflammation in the lungs, but a few days of injections should clear it up. Go get your medicine now.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” the young man said, taking the prescription before escorting his girlfriend to the pharmacy.

With the patient gone, the clinic returned to silence. The three doctors resumed reading—Old Doctor Zhang with a new issue of General Practitioner Magazine, Zhao Qilong with a thick copy of Practical Internal Medicine, and Xu Ze… still with his drug manual.

The truth was, Xu Ze had no choice but to study the manual. Although Xiao Dao (his AI assistant) had compiled extensive pharmaceutical data, it was stored in its database rather than Xu Ze’s own memory. He only had access to futuristic drug knowledge, so he had to familiarize himself with modern medications to avoid constantly relying on Xiao Dao’s archives.

After a while, Old Doctor Zhang patted his pockets, realized he was out of cigarettes, and stood up. After informing Zhao Qilong, he left the clinic.

Not long after, Nurse Luo’s voice rang out from the injection room: “Dr. Zhao! Dr. Zhao, come quick!”

Zhao Qilong frowned impatiently. “What is it?”

“The patient who just came in isn’t feeling well after the injection. You need to check on her!”

“Fine, I’m coming,” Zhao Qilong grumbled, setting down his book and grabbing his stethoscope.

Xu Ze glanced up but didn’t think much of it. Minor reactions to injections happened often in clinics; they were usually resolved quickly. He went back to reading.

But after just two pages, disaster struck.

Nurse Luo’s panicked scream echoed through the clinic: “Old Doctor Zhang! Someone get Old Doctor Zhang—now!”

Xu Ze’s heart lurched. Something’s gone wrong. He threw down his book and sprinted to the injection room.

The moment he entered, he saw the young female patient lying deathly pale on the recliner, motionless. Her boyfriend, frantic with fear and rage, had seized Zhao Qilong by the collar and was shouting, “What the hell happened?! Save her—now!”