Super Doctor - Chapter 95

With the patient successfully revived by Xu Ze, Old Doctor Zhang handled the aftermath with great care. Though it had been an accident, he personally escorted the young woman to the hospital for observation, covered all her medical expenses, and even provided additional compensation for her recovery, effectively resolving the matter.

However, after closing the clinic for the night, the entire staff gathered for a thorough review of the incident. For the first time, Zhao Qilong faced severe criticism from Old Doctor Zhang.

Though the incident had been an unforeseen accident—and the penicillin skin test had shown no allergic reaction—Zhao Qilong still bore undeniable responsibility. His delayed response and lack of familiarity with emergency procedures had nearly led to a catastrophic medical accident.

Had the patient died, even as an accident, the clinic would have faced enormous financial compensation and a devastating blow to its reputation.

Old Doctor Zhang sighed deeply. If not for Xu Ze, the situation could have spiraled into disaster. After reprimanding Zhao Qilong—under the latter’s sullen gaze—he openly praised Xu Ze and raised his monthly salary to 1,500 yuan.

Xu Ze remained calm despite the praise and raise. To him, the most important thing was being able to save lives when they were at risk.

Of course, the salary increase still pleased him. Even though his card already held 100,000 yuan, he certainly wouldn’t complain about earning more.

As major events unfolded one after another, Xu Ze realized that ever since acquiring the mysterious “Little Knife,” his once-peaceful life had veered off course. Like a small stone tossed into a still lake, ripples of change had begun spreading.

Fame is as dangerous for a man as fattening is for a pig.

Since climbing to the top of Xing University’s popularity rankings, Xu Ze had been thrust into the spotlight, dazzling countless eyes across campus. After the basketball tournament, his reputation only grew.

But after the initial excitement faded, he found himself the center of attention wherever he went. Uncomfortable with the scrutiny, he sighed and resolved to keep a lower profile.

From then on, his routine became simple: classes, work, and little else. He even stopped going to the basketball court, having already secured a spot in the semifinals.

Aside from his twice-daily acupuncture sessions for Old Man Tang at the Tianyang Mountain villa, Xu Ze settled back into a four-point routine: dormitory, classroom, cafeteria, clinic.

However, the massive energy drain from the bioelectric shock he used to revive the patient had depleted the system’s reserves from 93% to 54%. That night, a resentful Little Knife retaliated during virtual driving training—forcing Xu Ze to spend the entire night maneuvering motorcycles and tractors instead of the high-end sports cars and off-road vehicles he loved.

When Xu Ze protested, Little Knife scowled and said, “The system’s energy was drained by your reckless bioelectric surge. Below 60%, advanced vehicle simulations are unavailable.”

Faced with Little Knife’s irritation, Xu Ze wisely kept quiet. He knew he had pushed things too far—the energy consumed in those few minutes could have powered Old Man Tang’s treatments for over two weeks. If he were Little Knife, watching his hard-earned reserves vanish so quickly, he’d be furious too.

But soon, Xu Ze was fuming at Little Knife’s petty revenge.

In just half an hour on the virtual motorcycle, he endured ten road collapses, eight falling boulders, seven near-misses with pedestrians, and five truck collisions—before being targeted by a fighter jet’s missile.

“A million-yuan guided missile to take out a motorcycle? Talk about overkill!” Xu Ze grumbled.

After a quick maneuver to dodge the missile by ducking behind an obstacle, Xu Ze barely had time to catch his breath before looking up—and freezing in disbelief.

“You son of a—”

Honestly, Xu Ze had never realized just how vindictive Little Knife could be. So I used up some energy—I’ll replenish it in a few days! Was this really necessary?

Meanwhile, Little Knife smirked in the background, running a hidden subroutine: Missed with one missile? Try ten. Let’s see how smug you are now.

Overhead, five of the world’s most advanced fighter jets locked onto Xu Ze’s position and unleashed a barrage of ten missiles in a saturation strike.

Wisely, Xu Ze didn’t bother dodging. He braced himself and experienced firsthand what it felt like to be obliterated by a missile.

Afterward, blinking innocently, he asked Little Knife, “I thought the system was low on energy? How’d you simulate five fighter jets?”

“Uh… well…” Little Knife stammered, his eyes darting—before suddenly freezing. Xu Ze was promptly ejected from the virtual space.

Lying in bed, Xu Ze snapped his eyes open and muttered, “This damn AI… faking a crash. ‘Galaxy’s top microchip with first-class intelligence,’ my ass.”

With no chance of Little Knife reappearing tonight, Xu Ze checked the time—4 AM. Too early to sleep, so he focused on energy circulation exercises to replenish the reserves. Otherwise, Little Knife would keep sulking until the system was fully recharged.

After two full cycles (26 loops), he opened his eyes to find it was past 7 AM. He hurried through breakfast and headed to class.

The world is beautiful, worth cherishing—but behind that beauty often lurks filth, festering in the shadows untouched by light, breeding endless evil.

Against such horrors, the kind-hearted are often powerless.

Thursday, 9 PM.

Xu Ze was in a strange, gloomy mood. He didn’t know why, but he decided to return to his dorm early to rest.

Noticing his exhaustion, Old Doctor Zhang expressed concern before letting him leave.

Yet as Xu Ze stepped outside, his unease only grew. Unable to pinpoint the cause, he quickened his pace, hoping a cold shower might clear his mind.

Back in the dorm, he found Luo Zi, Gang Zi, and Fatty—unusually—not gaming but staring at the same forum post on their screens.

The bold red text sent a chill down his spine.

“Is there any justice in this world?”

The crimson headline glared back at him.

“I am Tao Xiao… Many of you have heard my name—the ‘crazy girl’ from the Medical Department who stabbed her classmate.”

Xu Ze froze.

Tao Xiao? The girl I treated with hypnosis…