Chapter 1

Nanbin City First People's Hospital, Morgue.

Chen Wanli placed his hands on the chest of a female corpse, performing kneading motions.

"You were not meant to die, and you've encountered me today, who has inherited the teachings and reopened the divine consciousness!"

"Two of your three souls and four of your seven spirits have already departed. This is a matter of snatching a person from the King of Hell. In this world, no one but me can save you!"

He looked to be in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, appearing quite capable.

However, at this moment, his muttering and his actions were anything but human, creating an eerie and sinister atmosphere.

As he moved, the female corpse suddenly sat up and then fell back down!

The two nurses who had brought the body in were so frightened that they turned and ran out, shouting as they went.

"Help!"

"Security... Dean... Someone in the morgue has come back to life!"

"Doctor Tang, your mentally ill husband is desecrating the corpse!"

"..."

Chen Wanli paid no attention, his hands quickly pressing on the Baihui and Sishencong acupoints on the female corpse's head, using a strange finger technique.

He then began pressing on the corpse's chest.

Before long, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard at the morgue door.

Dean Zhang Debiao, along with several doctors and security guards, rushed over in a panic.

"You scoundrel, what are you doing? Let her go!" Zhang Debiao shouted in a fit of rage.

Chen Wanli turned his head, but his hands did not stop: "I'm treating her!"

"..."

Many of the doctors in the hospital recognized the man in front of them—Chen Wanli!

The husband of the hospital's top beauty, Doctor Tang Yanran.

Everyone had more than once felt sympathy for Tang Yanran, a beautiful woman married to a mentally ill fool.

At this moment, that sympathy reached its peak.

Because the corpse was Song Jiaojiao, the daughter of the Song family, the richest family in Nanbin City.

Song Jiaojiao had died suddenly in the hospital this morning, and the Song family was already looking for trouble. Now, with the corpse being desecrated, it would be chaos.

Tang Yanran felt a darkness cloud her vision, almost fainting. This fool had caused a disaster of epic proportions!

Chen Wanli had a mental illness and had been under the care of his parents since their marriage.

Today, his parents had something to attend to, so they brought him to the hospital and asked her to look after him temporarily.

But when an emergency patient came in, she left Chen Wanli at the nurse's station.

Who would have thought he would find his way to the morgue and do such a thing?

"Are you still not going to stop?" Zhang Debiao shouted, rushing forward to pull Chen Wanli away.

Chen Wanli frowned and pushed Zhang Debiao away: "If I stop, she'll really be dead!"

Zhang Debiao stumbled and fell on his butt.

This fool! Idiot! Mental patient!

Does he really think he's a doctor? You're a fool, don't you know that?

He glared at Tang Yanran: "Aren't you going to make your mental patient stop? Do you want the Song family to sue us all?"

Tang Yanran snapped back to her senses: "Chen Wanli!!!"

She rushed forward to move Chen Wanli's hands from Song Jiaojiao's chest.

But the moment her hand touched Song Jiaojiao's chest, her scalp tingled. She felt a heartbeat, the heartbeat of the Song family's daughter.

"She has a heartbeat!" Tang Yanran carefully felt her heart, her eyes widening in shock.

Zhang Debiao was stunned, quickly taking out his stethoscope. After listening, he was completely dumbfounded and shouted: "Quick, take her back to the resuscitation room!"

"I haven't finished treating her yet, you can't take her away!" Chen Wanli blocked them again.

"You're treating nothing!" Zhang Debiao didn't believe a fool could treat anyone, thinking it was a misdiagnosis.

Mistaking a living person for a corpse and sending them to the morgue was a major medical error!

A group of people hurriedly took Song Jiaojiao away.

Only Tang Yanran and Chen Wanli were left.

"Why did you come here?" Tang Yanran's anger surged, wanting to vent all her frustration on this man who brought her shame and trouble.

"I came to treat that person!"

Chen Wanli's serious demeanor almost made Tang Yanran explode with anger.

"..." Tang Yanran gritted her teeth for a moment, then felt she was being too harsh. What was the point of scolding a mental patient?

It was all her fault for not keeping an eye on him!

She took a deep breath: "Come on! Let's check on Song Jiaojiao's condition, and then I'll take a leave to send you home!"

Chen Wanli cleared his throat: "I'm cured! I can go home by myself!"

Tang Yanran's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You, are cured?"

Chen Wanli nodded: "I suddenly felt clear-headed, and I remember everything!"

"Why did you come to the morgue if you're cured?" Tang Yanran looked at Chen Wanli suspiciously. It was possible that he had improved with medication.

"I've told you three times, I came to treat that person!" Chen Wanli said.

"..." Tang Yanran's expression froze, feeling foolish. Why would I believe a mental patient?

Who in their right mind would go to the morgue to treat someone? Besides, Chen Wanli wasn't a doctor before he got sick.

As they spoke, Chen Wanli also observed Tang Yanran.

Beautiful!

Her eyes were like a painting, her watery gaze like stars, shining with intelligence and wisdom.

Her well-proportioned figure, even in a white coat, couldn't be hidden.

Having such a woman as his wife wasn't a bad thing.

Tang Yanran sighed, no longer arguing with Chen Wanli, and pulled him toward the emergency ward.

Just as they reached the resuscitation room, they saw Zhang Debiao, looking pleased, come out and instruct a nurse at the door.

Seeing Tang Yanran, Zhang Debiao put on a stern expression: "You're suspended!"

"???" Tang Yanran's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Zhang Debiao.

"Song Jiaojiao was misdiagnosed as dead and sent to the morgue. This is a medical error, and someone must take responsibility! You were on duty in the emergency room this morning!" Zhang Debiao made it clear.

Tang Yanran was instantly furious, her face turning red: "Song Jiaojiao was treated by you, the dean, from the moment she was admitted, and you issued the death certificate. What does this have to do with me?"

Zhang Debiao sneered and pointed at Chen Wanli: "Then I'll tell the Song family about him desecrating Song Jiaojiao's corpse!"

Tang Yanran immediately wilted, her confidence gone.

The Song family was the richest in the city, and Song Jiaojiao was their only daughter, pampered and adored. It was clear that Chen Wanli would be held accountable!

"You know very well what will happen if the Song family finds out that Song Jiaojiao was desecrated by him!"

Zhang Debiao threatened with a smug expression.

"Is Song Jiaojiao still alive?" Tang Yanran asked after a moment of silence.

"Of course. Otherwise, do you think Chen Wanli could leave the hospital?"

Tang Yanran was so angry that she trembled. This time, not only she but also Chen Wanli understood completely!

Song Jiaojiao was misdiagnosed and sent to the morgue! The Song family had been notified, and it couldn't be hidden! A scapegoat was needed!

And that scapegoat was her, Tang Yanran!

On the other hand, Zhang Debiao, the one responsible for the misdiagnosis, was about to become the Song family's savior!

Chen Wanli laughed and clapped his hands: "If shamelessness were a skill, you'd be the champion!"

Zhang Debiao glanced at Chen Wanli, not bothering to respond. As the dean, did he need to deal with a mental patient?

"Do you really think you can save Song Jiaojiao?" Chen Wanli sneered.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Debiao was extremely displeased, feeling that the mental patient was acting too normal.

Chen Wanli snorted: "Literal meaning! With your skills, you're not good enough to make my wife a scapegoat!"

Zhang Debiao was furious and about to explode.

Suddenly, the resuscitation room became noisy, and a nurse rushed out, panic-stricken.

"Dean, it's not good, Song Jiaojiao is in trouble again..."