Chapter 2

When Zhang Debiao heard that Song Jiaojiao was in trouble again, he immediately ran into the resuscitation room.

Tang Yanran looked at Chen Wanli, who had just spoken up to defend himself. His clear thinking and sharp words were a far cry from his former foolishness.

"Are you really better now?"

Chen Wanli nodded: "Yes! When I was at the nurse's station, my mind suddenly became clear. I don't know how it happened!"

His words were half true and half false.

Three years ago, he unexpectedly obtained the inheritance of the Great Immortal Doctor, the Heavenly Medical Canon, which primarily consisted of medical classics and encompassed various divine skills that the Great Immortal Doctor had mastered throughout his life.

It covered medical techniques, martial arts, physiognomy, fortune-telling, and the Immortal Doctor's travels through myriad realms, truly a comprehensive collection.

After obtaining the inheritance, Chen Wanli's most of his divine consciousness was sealed by the restrictions left in the inheritance. He immersed himself in the study of the inheritance, appearing foolish and insane to the outside world.

It wasn't until today, after he had mastered the mountain medicine, physiognomy, and fortune-telling in the inheritance and cultivated the Heavenly Medical Canon to the third level, that he broke through the restrictions.

With his divine consciousness restored, he accidentally encountered Song Jiaojiao being sent to the morgue and discovered that she could still be saved, so he took action.

However, he couldn't tell Tang Yanran these things; if he did, he would surely be sent to a psychiatric hospital for half a year!

Tang Yanran could still accept this explanation. Chen Wanli had suffered a mental breakdown due to the sudden loss of his parents in a family tragedy.

After three years of treatment and careful care, there was indeed a chance of recovery.

"Then, what did you do to Song Jiaojiao in the morgue?" Tang Yanran blushed as she recalled the scene of Chen Wanli's hands on Song Jiaojiao's chest.

Chen Wanli pursed his lips: "I really found that she could still be saved!"

"You're not a doctor! You don't know medical techniques! How could you act recklessly? You should have found a doctor at that time!"

Tang Yanran couldn't help but complain. Now, they were in deep trouble for nothing!

"I'm not a doctor, but I've read a lot of medical books before!" Chen Wanli lied, thinking to himself that in this world, who else could bring the dead back to life?

Tang Yanran rolled her eyes. In her view, Chen Wanli was just a lucky cat who stumbled upon the fact that Song Jiaojiao wasn't dead. His so-called treatment was more like a show to attract attention.

However, she didn't say much more due to Chen Wanli's condition.

As they were talking, a middle-aged man with a square face and a commanding presence, accompanied by an old man with white hair and several burly bodyguards, strode down the corridor.

"It's the richest man in Song! The one with him seems to be the famous doctor Li Jiang!" Tang Yanran frowned.

Seeing that Chen Wanli didn't seem to care, she added, "If Song Jiaojiao isn't saved, we'll be in big trouble!"

She knew Zhang Debiao well. He wasn't an academic dean but a schemer who would surely shift the blame to her.

"What's there to fear? Go home, it has nothing to do with us!" Chen Wanli was calm.

Three years ago, he was just an ordinary college student, but after three years of dedicated study with the inheritance, his mindset had changed.

The middle-aged man confirmed with a young nurse which resuscitation room Song Jiaojiao was in and then led the old man inside.

In the resuscitation room, Zhang Debiao and several doctors were already in chaos.

Song Jiaojiao's condition was bizarre. Most of her vital signs had returned to normal, but her heart rate was intermittent, and she was completely unconscious, a very strange situation.

Seeing the newcomers, Zhang Debiao's expression turned serious, and he hurriedly greeted them: "Mr. Song!"

Song Siming ignored him and directly addressed the old man: "Master Li, I can only trouble you!"

Li Jiang nodded and stepped forward.

Zhang Debiao and the other doctors recognized Li Jiang, a renowned national-level physician, and stepped back.

Li Jiang began his examination, and Song Siming then turned to Zhang Debiao, his eyes filled with anger: "Dean Zhang, my daughter is still alive, but she was sent to the morgue. You have no explanation for this?"

Zhang Debiao was terrified and more determined to shift the blame. He said, "It was a misdiagnosis by the on-duty doctor, Tang. I've already suspended her!"

"Just suspended? For such a serious medical error, shouldn't there be legal responsibility?" Song Siming coldly snorted, his anger like a knife that needed to draw blood to be satisfied.

After receiving a phone call, his expression became even darker, and he slapped Zhang Debiao across the face:

"My daughter was molested in the morgue, and you only discovered the misdiagnosis now? How do you manage your hospital?"

Zhang Debiao saw stars from the blow, cursing the unknown informant in his mind but not daring to ask. He quickly recited the prepared excuse:

"It was the same Doctor Tang who brought her mentally ill husband to the hospital in violation of regulations, causing this accident!"

"I will immediately have the medical department and security department control Doctor Tang and her husband, awaiting your disposal, Mr. Song!"

Song Siming was furious: "I will make them pay dearly!"

Zhang Debiao was pale. This was the richest man in Nanbin City, with deep connections. Even the head of the health bureau would be no match for him, let alone a small hospital dean.

He quickly called the head of the medical department, instructing him to bring the security team to apprehend the people.

At this moment, Song Siming's attention returned to his daughter. He had only one child, his beloved daughter.

Song Jiaojiao had suffered from depression for years and had attempted suicide several times. Last night, the nanny wasn't paying attention, and she cut her wrists again.

Upon receiving the news that his daughter was in the hospital, he rushed back and even invited a famous doctor.

Halfway, he heard that his daughter was dead, almost fainting from the shock.

As he approached the hospital, he heard that it was a misdiagnosis, giving him a glimmer of hope.

Song Siming held his breath, his eyes filled with hope as he looked at Li Jiang.

But after Li Jiang's examination, he frowned and shook his head, muttering, "Strange! Truly strange!"

"How is it, Master Li?" Song Siming asked anxiously.

"Old Song, the condition of your daughter is extremely bizarre. I have never seen anything like it in my fifty years of practice."

"I fear I am powerless to help!" Li Jiang said regretfully.

"Is there no hope at all?" Song Siming asked, trying to hold back his grief.

Li Jiang pondered for a moment and said, "The symptoms of Miss Song are somewhat similar to the soul separation syndrome described in ancient texts. It involves damage to the heart and kidneys..."

He paused, his eyes suddenly brightening: "Even if the doctors at this hospital are not very skilled, they have instruments to monitor vital signs. How could they make such a mistake about life and death?"

Song Siming snorted, and Zhang Debiao felt guilty. He remembered clearly that Song Jiaojiao was barely breathing when she was taken off the ambulance and soon after entering the resuscitation room, she was gone.

But he had played too hard with the young nurse last night, and he was old and dizzy in the morning. With Song Jiaojiao mysteriously coming back to life, he himself was unsure if he had made a mistake.

He could only put on a brave face and say, "The doctor was too negligent. I will certainly rectify the situation."

"No, no, no, I mean something must have happened to restore Miss Song's vital signs!" Li Jiang shook his head vigorously.

Song Siming was a very intelligent man and immediately understood.

"Speak! What happened in the morgue, or I will have you all locked up for life!"

Song Siming's gaze was intense, scanning every doctor present. The immense pressure made everyone lower their heads, their hearts pounding.

Soon, one of the doctors couldn't bear it and recounted the entire incident in the morgue.

Song Siming was furious upon hearing it.

Li Jiang, however, clapped his hands and said, "That's it, that's it. Quickly, quickly bring that young man back. There might still be a glimmer of hope!"

"But he's a mental patient! How can we ask him to treat her?" Zhang Debiao was confused.

"Bring him back first, and we'll see!" Li Jiang said loudly.

Song Siming grabbed Zhang Debiao by the collar and ran out the door: "Quickly, bring him back!"

...

As the two were walking towards the hospital entrance, Tang Yanran's phone rang.

"Mom, I need to take him with me... If I send him home first, we won't make it to Uncle's birthday party!"

The call was from her mother-in-law, Zhang Yuehong. Chen Wanli listened to the voice on the phone, his mind filled with questions.

After the sudden family tragedy, he had unexpectedly obtained the inheritance and seemed to lose his mind.

His father-in-law, saying that the Chen family had a great debt to him, took Chen Wanli into the Tang family and even married his daughter to him.

At the time, no one knew if his condition could be cured, and even if it could, he was just an ordinary orphan.

There were many ways to repay a debt, but sacrificing a daughter's life was not logical.

It seemed he needed to have a serious talk with his father-in-law.

Tang Yanran hung up the phone. As she turned the corner at the hospital entrance, a Porsche 718 suddenly sped towards her.

"Ah!"

Tang Yanran screamed and quickly hit the brakes, but the other car didn't slow down, and the two vehicles collided with a loud bang.