Upon hearing that Song Jiaojiao was "fading again," Zhang Debiao immediately rushed back into the emergency room.
Tang Yanran watched Chen Wanli. His recent defense of her, the sharp retorts to Zhang Debiao—his thoughts were clear, his words incisive. Where was the dull simpleton he used to be?
"Are you really cured?"
Chen Wanli nodded. "Yeah! When I was at the nurses' station, my mind just suddenly cleared up. I don't even know how it happened!"
His words were half-truths.
Three years ago, he had unexpectedly acquired the Great Immortal Physician's Legacy, specifically the Great Medical Scripture. This tome, centered on medical classics, encompassed all the divine techniques mastered by the Immortal Physician throughout his life. It covered everything: medicine, martial arts, physiognomy, fortune-telling, and even the Immortal Physician's experiences from his travels across myriad realms – truly all-encompassing.
After receiving the legacy, Chen Wanli had been bound by a restriction left within it, which sealed off most of his consciousness, allowing him to immerse himself in learning the inheritance. To outsiders, he appeared foolish and insane. Only today, having thoroughly mastered the mountain, medicine, physiognomy, divination, and destiny aspects of the legacy, and having cultivated the Divine Creation Art to its third level, did he finally break through the restriction.
With his divine consciousness restored, he accidentally encountered Song Jiaojiao, who had been sent to the morgue. Realizing she could still be saved, he intervened. But he couldn't possibly tell Tang Yanran all this; if he did, he'd surely be sent to a mental hospital for half a year!
Tang Yanran found his explanation somewhat acceptable. Chen Wanli's mental issues had stemmed from a sudden family tragedy – the shock of losing both parents in a short period. After three years of treatment and diligent care, there was indeed a probability of full recovery.
"But in the morgue, you were doing that to Song Jiaojiao..." Tang Yanran's cheeks flushed as she recalled the image of Chen Wanli's hands on Song Jiaojiao's chest.
Chen Wanli pursed his lips. "I genuinely found that she could still be saved!"
"You're not a doctor! You don't understand medicine! How could you just act recklessly? You should have called a doctor then!"
Tang Yanran couldn't help but complain. Now, everything was a mess, embroiled in needless trouble!
"I'm not a doctor, but I used to read a lot of medical books!" Chen Wanli lied smoothly, thinking to himself: Besides me, who else in this world could bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh and bone?!
Tang Yanran rolled her eyes. In her view, Chen Wanli had merely stumbled upon a fluke, accidentally discovering Song Jiaojiao wasn't dead. His "treatment" was more akin to seeking attention. However, mindful of Chen Wanli's past condition, she didn't press the issue further.
Just as they were speaking, a middle-aged man with a square, imposing face strode down the corridor, accompanied by an old man with white hair and beard, and several burly bodyguards.
"Mr. Song, the richest man, is here! And the one with him seems to be the famous physician, Li Jiang!" Tang Yanran's brows furrowed deeply. Seeing Chen Wanli's nonchalant demeanor, she added, "It'll be fine if Song Jiaojiao is saved, otherwise, neither of us will have a good outcome!"
She knew Zhang Debiao too well. He wasn't an academic director but a schemer, and he would definitely pin the blame on her.
"What's there to be afraid of? Let's go home, it has nothing to do with us!" Chen Wanli remained calm. Three years ago, he was just an ordinary university student. But during these three years of diligent study under the legacy, his mindset had unknowingly transformed.
The middle-aged man confirmed Song Jiaojiao's emergency room with the young nurse, then directly pushed open the door and entered with the elder.
Inside the emergency room, Zhang Debiao and several doctors were already in a panic. Song Jiaojiao's condition was incredibly bizarre. Most of her vital signs had returned to normal, yet her heart rate was intermittent, and she remained completely unconscious – a truly strange situation.
Recognizing the newcomers, Zhang Debiao's expression stiffened. He quickly stepped forward. "Mr. Song!"
Song Siming ignored him, turning directly to the elder beside him. "Physician Li, I'm afraid I must trouble you!" Li Jiang nodded and stepped forward.
Zhang Debiao and the other doctors all recognized Li Jiang, a physician of national master-level renown. They instinctively took a half-step back.
As Li Jiang began his examination, Song Siming finally looked at Zhang Debiao, anger simmering in his eyes. "Director Zhang, my daughter was alive but sent to the morgue. Are you not going to give me an explanation?"
Zhang Debiao was filled with trepidation, strengthening his resolve to find a scapegoat. He said, "It was Dr. Tang, who was on duty, who misdiagnosed. I've already suspended her!"
"Just a suspension? For such a serious medical malpractice, shouldn't there be legal consequences?" Song Siming snorted coldly, his rage like a drawn sword, seemingly requiring blood to be sheathed.
After speaking, Song Siming took a call. His face grew even darker. Hanging up, he slapped Zhang Debiao across the face.
"My daughter was molested in the morgue, and then you discover the misdiagnosis? How is your hospital managed?!"
Zhang Debiao saw stars from the blow. He quickly pulled out the pre-fabricated excuse. "It was still that Dr. Tang who unlawfully brought her mentally ill husband to the hospital, which caused this accident!"
"I'll immediately have the Medical Affairs Department and Security Department detain Dr. Tang and her husband, awaiting Mr. Song's disposition!"
Song Siming was furious. "Just wait, I'll make sure they pay dearly for this!"
Zhang Debiao's face was ashen. This was the richest man in Nancheng City, with deep connections. Forget him, a mere hospital director; even the head of the Health Bureau wouldn't stand a chance. He quickly pulled out his phone and called the head of Medical Affairs, instructing them to bring security and apprehend the couple.
At this moment, Song Siming's attention returned to his daughter. He had few children, only a son and a daughter, both the apples of his eye. Song Jiaojiao had suffered from depression for several years, attempting suicide multiple times. Last night, her caregiver hadn't watched her closely enough, and she had cut her wrists again. Upon receiving news of his daughter's hospitalization, he rushed back, having also called in a famous physician. Halfway there, he heard his daughter had died, almost losing his own breath. Nearing the hospital, he then heard it was a misdiagnosis, rekindling a sliver of hope.
Song Siming's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes filled with anticipation as he watched Li Jiang.
However, after his examination, Li Jiang's brows were tightly furrowed, and he shook his head repeatedly, muttering, "Strange! Truly strange!"
"Well? Physician Li?" Song Siming asked anxiously.
"Old Song, Miss Song's current condition is extremely peculiar. In my fifty years of practice, I have never seen anything like it."
"I'm afraid it's beyond my power to reverse the situation!" Li Jiang said with shame.
"Is there no hope at all?" Song Siming asked, forcing back his grief.
Li Jiang pondered for a moment, then said, "Miss Song's current symptoms are somewhat similar to the 'Soul Detachment Syndrome' described in ancient texts. It implies damage to both the heart and kidneys..."
Mid-sentence, Li Jiang paused, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "Even if the doctors in this People's Hospital have mediocre skills, they still monitor vital signs with instruments. How could such a matter of life and death be mistaken?"
Song Siming snorted coldly. Zhang Debiao felt a pang of guilt; he remembered clearly that Song Jiaojiao was barely breathing when she arrived at the hospital, and she had flatlined shortly after entering the emergency room. But he had played too hard with a young nurse last night, and being old, he woke up dizzy this morning. Coupled with Song Jiaojiao mysteriously coming back to life, he himself felt uncertain. Had he made a mistake?
At once, he could only feign composure and say, "That doctor was too negligent. I will certainly rectify the situation."
"No, no, no, what I mean is something must have happened in between that restored Miss Song's vital signs!" Li Jiang shook his head like a rattle drum. Song Siming was an extremely astute man and immediately understood.
"Speak! What exactly happened in the morgue, or I'll make sure every single one of you rots in jail!"
Song Siming's gaze was scorching and intimidating, sweeping over every doctor present. The immense pressure caused everyone to lower their heads, their hearts pounding. Soon, one of the doctors couldn't bear it any longer and recounted the events in the morgue in their entirety.
Song Siming was furious.
Li Jiang, however, clapped his hands. "That's it, that's it! Quick, go and invite that young man back! There might still be a glimmer of hope!"
"He's just a lunatic! Invite him to treat her?" Zhang Debiao was bewildered.
"Just bring him here first!" Li Jiang urged loudly.
Song Siming grabbed Zhang Debiao by the collar and rushed out the door. "Quickly, help me find him!"
...
As the two were walking towards the hospital entrance, Tang Yanran's phone rang.
"Mom, I need to bring him along now... If I take him home first, I'll miss Uncle's birthday banquet!"
The call was from her mother, Zhang Dongmei. Hearing the voice on the phone, Chen Wanli couldn't help but ponder his own doubts. After the sudden upheaval in his family, he had become like a simpleton after unexpectedly receiving the legacy. His father-in-law had claimed the Chen family had shown him great kindness, so he took Chen Wanli into the Tang family and even married his daughter to him. At the time, no one knew if he would recover from his illness, and even if he did, he would just be an ordinary orphan. There were many ways to repay kindness, but sacrificing his daughter's entire life seemed illogical. It seemed he needed to have a serious talk with his father-in-law.
Tang Yanran hung up the phone. Just as she reached the hospital's main entrance and rounded a corner, a Porsche 718 suddenly sped towards them.
"Ah!"
Tang Yanran cried out in alarm, quickly braking, but the approaching car didn't slow down at all. With a crash, the two cars collided.