Nancheng City First People's Hospital, Morgue.
Chen Wanli's hands moved purposefully on the chest of a female corpse, a strange, kneading motion.
"Consider yourself lucky your life isn't meant to end yet. You met me, awakened with a full immortal legacy, my divine consciousness re-opened today!"
"With two of your three souls gone and four of your seven spirits departed, it's like snatching someone back from the King of Hell. Besides me, no one else in this world could save you!"
He looked to be in his twenties, with striking thick brows and large, perceptive eyes, giving him a capable and sharp appearance. Yet, at this moment, his murmuring words and the unsettling movements of his hands, performing actions far from "normal," created an atmosphere of eerie dread.
As his hands continued, the female corpse suddenly shot upright, only to immediately fall back down!
The two nurses who had brought the body in witnessed this and froze in terror. They spun around and fled, screaming at the top of their lungs!
"Help!"
"Security... Director... Someone's reanimated in the morgue!"
"Dr. Tang, your psychotic husband is desecrating a corpse!"
"..."
Chen Wanli remained oblivious to the commotion, his hands swiftly pressing on the woman's Baihui and Sishencong acupoints on her head, employing an unusual finger technique. Then, he resumed the focused pressure on her chest.
Not long after, hurried footsteps echoed outside the morgue. Hospital Director Zhang Debiao, accompanied by several doctors and security guards, rushed in, panic etched on their faces.
"You scoundrel, what are you doing? Let her go immediately!" Zhang Debiao roared, furious and exasperated.
Chen Wanli turned his head, his hands never pausing. "I'm treating her!"
"..."
Many doctors in the hospital recognized the man before them: Chen Wanli! Dr. Tang Yanran, the hospital's most beautiful doctor, had him as her simpleton husband. More than once, everyone had sympathized with Tang Yanran – such a stunning woman married to a mentally ill fool.
Their sympathy now reached its peak.
Because the corpse was Song Jiaojiao, the daughter of the Song family, Nancheng City's wealthiest. Song Jiaojiao had died suddenly in the hospital this morning, and the Song family was already looking to cause trouble for the hospital. Now, with her corpse allegedly desecrated, wouldn't all hell break loose?
Tang Yanran's vision swam; she nearly fainted from shock. This idiot had truly brought about a colossal disaster today! Chen Wanli suffered from a mental illness, and ever since their marriage, his parents had been responsible for his care. Today, however, his parents had an urgent matter, so they had dropped him off at the hospital for her to look after temporarily. But when an emergency patient arrived, she had left Chen Wanli at the nurses' station. Who would have thought he'd manage to find his way to the morgue and do something like this?
"Stop right now!" Zhang Debiao bellowed, rushing forward to pull Chen Wanli away.
Chen Wanli frowned and pushed Zhang Debiao aside. "If I stop, she'll truly be dead!"
Zhang Debiao stumbled, losing his balance, and plopped onto the floor.
This imbecile! This fool! This madman!
Does he actually think he's a doctor? You're a damn idiot, don't you know that?
He glared at Tang Yanran. "Why aren't you making your lunatic husband move? Do you really want the Song family to sue all of us until you're satisfied?"
Tang Yanran snapped back to reality. "Chen Wanli!!!"
She quickly stepped forward, intending to remove Chen Wanli's hands from Song Jiaojiao's chest. But the instant her palm touched Song Jiaojiao's chest, her scalp prickled, and then... a heartbeat. She felt the Song family heiress's heartbeat.
"She has a heartbeat!" Tang Yanran carefully felt the area over her heart, her eyelids fluttering in disbelief.
Zhang Debiao froze for a moment, then quickly grabbed the stethoscope from his neck. What he heard utterly stunned him. Ignoring everything else, he roared, "Quick, rush her back to the emergency room for resuscitation!"
"I haven't finished treating her yet! You can't take her away!" Chen Wanli blocked them once more.
"Treat her, my foot!" Zhang Debiao didn't believe for a second that a madman could cure someone. He now only thought it was a misdiagnosis. Mistaking a living person for dead and sending her to the morgue – this was a monumental medical malpractice case!
The group frantically pushed Song Jiaojiao away.
Only Tang Yanran and Chen Wanli remained.
"Why are you here?" A wave of anger rushed to Tang Yanran's head; she wanted nothing more than to vent it all on this man who brought her shame and trouble.
"I came to treat that person!"
Chen Wanli spoke with a solemn expression, making Tang Yanran almost faint from sheer frustration right there.
"..." Tang Yanran gritted her teeth for a moment, then felt she was being overly harsh. What was the point of scolding a mentally ill person here? Ultimately, it was still her fault for not looking after him properly!
She took a deep breath. "Let's go! First, we'll check on Song Jiaojiao's condition, then I'll take leave and send you home!"
Chen Wanli cleared his throat. "I'm cured! I can go home by myself!"
Tang Yanran's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. "You're... cured?"
Chen Wanli nodded. "My mind suddenly cleared up just now, and I remembered everything!"
"If you're cured, what were you doing in the morgue?" Tang Yanran scanned Chen Wanli suspiciously. It was true that there was a chance for Chen Wanli to recover while on medication.
"I've told you three times already, I was there to treat that person!" Chen Wanli insisted.
"..." Tang Yanran's expression froze; she felt like she was the crazy one. Why would I believe a mentally ill person? What sane person goes to a morgue to treat someone? Especially since Chen Wanli wasn't even a doctor before his mental illness.
As they spoke, Chen Wanli also took a moment to observe Tang Yanran.
Beautiful!
Her features were like a painting, her sparkling, intelligent eyes like stars, gleaming with wisdom. Her curvaceous figure, even beneath a white coat, couldn't be completely hidden. Having such a woman as his wife wasn't a bad deal after all.
Tang Yanran sighed, no longer wanting to waste words on Chen Wanli. She pulled him towards the emergency section. Just as they reached the entrance of the emergency room, they saw Zhang Debiao emerge, his face beaming, giving instructions to a young nurse at the door.
Catching sight of Tang Yanran, Zhang Debiao's smile vanished. He assumed the authoritative air of a director. "You're suspended!"
"???" Tang Yanran's delicate brows furrowed as she looked at Zhang Debiao.
"Song Jiaojiao suffered from suspended animation but was misdiagnosed and sent to the morgue. This is medical malpractice! Someone has to take responsibility! And you were the attending physician on emergency duty this morning!" Zhang Debiao made his intentions crystal clear.
Tang Yanran immediately bristled, her pretty face flushing crimson. "From the moment Song Jiaojiao was admitted, Director, you personally handled her treatment, and you signed her death certificate. What does this have to do with me?"
Zhang Debiao pursed his lips and pointed at Chen Wanli. "Then I'll inform the Song family about him desecrating Song Jiaojiao's corpse!"
Tang Yanran immediately looked as if she'd been hit by frost, her defiance deflating. The Song family was the city's wealthiest, and Song Jiaojiao was their only daughter, pampered and adored by all. It was unthinkable what kind of accountability Chen Wanli would face!
"You know very well what will happen if the Song family learns how their daughter was desecrated by him!" Zhang Debiao threatened, an air of certainty about him, as if he had her cornered.
"Song Jiaojiao is alive?" Tang Yanran asked after a moment of silence.
"Of course. Otherwise, do you think Chen Wanli would still be walking out of this hospital?"
Tang Yanran trembled with rage. This time, not just her, but even Chen Wanli completely understood! Song Jiaojiao was misdiagnosed and sent to the morgue! The Song family had been notified, so it couldn't be hidden! Someone needed to be the scapegoat!
That scapegoat was her, Tang Yanran!
Meanwhile, Zhang Debiao, the true culprit of the misdiagnosis, was about to transform into the Song family's savior!
Chen Wanli smiled and clapped his hands. "If shamelessness were a skill, and we were doing a ranking, you'd be a world champion!"
Zhang Debiao merely gave Chen Wanli a dismissive side-glance, not bothering to respond. Why would a distinguished hospital director bother arguing with a madman?
"Are you really so sure you can save Song Jiaojiao?" Chen Wanli sneered dismissively.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Debiao was extremely annoyed; this madman seemed a little too normal.
Chen Wanli snorted. "Exactly what it means! With your abilities, you're nowhere near good enough to make my wife a scapegoat!"
Zhang Debiao flew into a rage, about to lash out.
Just then, a commotion erupted from inside the emergency room. A nurse burst out, her face filled with panic.
"Director, it's bad, Song Jiaojiao is fading again..."