South Nanning City's First People's Hospital, the morgue.

Chen Wanli placed his hands on the chest of a female corpse, making kneading movements.

"You're fortunate that your life isn't fated to end, to have encountered me today. Through my learned arts, your consciousness can be reignited!"

"Two of your three souls have left, and four of your seven spirits. Rescuing you is akin to snatching someone from the hands of the King of Hell; in this world, no one but me can save you!"

He seemed to be in his twenties, with dark, thick eyebrows and bright eyes, looking rather spirited.

But his murmuring mouth, combined with his peculiar hands-on approach, radiated an ominous, eerie vibe.

With his motion, the dead body jolted upright abruptly, before toppling back down again!

The two nurses who had taken the corpse into the room were scared witless. They turned around and ran, yelling as they fled.

"Someone come here!"

"Security...The director...There's a zombie in the morgue!"

"Dr. Tang, your husband with mental health issues is insulting a corpse!"

"……"

Chen Wanli ignored them, his hands flitting rapidly over the Baihui acupoint on the top of the corpse's head and Sishencong acupoints, applying pressure using a peculiar finger technique.

Then, he began to compress the chest of the corpse again.

Not too long after, frantic footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the morgue.

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

"Bastard, what are you doing? Let her go immediately!" Zhang Debiao yelled in exasperation.

Chen Wanli, without turning his head, continued his actions, "I am treating her!"

"......"

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

The idiotic husband of the hospital's number one beautiful doctor, Tang Yanran.

Many people had pitied Tang Yanran more than once. A beauty married to a madman.

At this moment, this sympathy reached a climax.

Because the corpse was Song Jiaojiao, the affluent Song family's daughter.

The Song family were the wealthiest in Nanbin City, and with Song Jiaojiao's sudden death that morning, they were already seeking someone to blame from the hospital. Now, with their daughter's body being violated, wouldn't that turn the world upside down?

Everything went dark in front of Tang Yanran's eyes, and she almost fainted. The fool had created a catastrophic mess today!

Chen Wanli was mentally ill, and after getting married, his parents had always been the ones to look after him.

Today, his parents had an emergency and sent him to the hospital, asking her to look after him temporarily.

But, when an emergency patient arrived, she left Chen Wanli in the nurse’s station.

Who could have imagined that he would sneak into the morgue and commit such an act.

"Stop right now!" Zhang Debiao roared as he rushed forward, trying to pull Chen Wanli away.

Chen Wanli frowned, pushing Zhang Debiao aside, "If I stop, she'll truly be dead!"

Zhang Debiao stumbled back, landing on his bottom.

What an idiot! A fool! A lunatic!

Does he really think he's a doctor? Do you not realize, you're a damned fool?

He glared at Tang Yanran, "Are you not going to get your lunatic out of the way? Do you really want the Song family to sue all of us?"

Startled, Tang Yanran finally snapped back to reality, "Chen Wanli!"

She rushed forward, trying to pull Chen Wanli's hands off Song Jiaojiao's chest.

But the moment her hand touched Song Jiaojiao's chest, her scalp tingled, a heartbeat, she could feel the heartbeat of the Song family heiress.

"She has a pulse!" Tang Yanran carefully felt the spot over her heart, her eyes wide with shock.

Zhang Debiao froze and hurriedly took out the stethoscope around his neck. When he heard the heartbeat, he became flabbergasted and yelled without any regard, "Quick, quickly push her back to the emergency room!"

"I haven't cured her yet. You can't take her away!" Chen Wanli obstructed them again.

"What are you going to cure!" Zhang Debiao didn't believe that a fool could cure a disease; he thought it might be a misdiagnosis.

Misdiagnosing a living person as dead and pushing her into the morgue would be a tremendous medical error!

A group of people hurriedly whisked Song Jiaojiao away.

Only Tang Yanran and Chen Wanli were left.

"How could you run over here?" Tang Yanran's anger rushed up to her head, she wished she could vent all her displeasure and embarrassment on this man who had caused her so much trouble.

"I came to cure that person!"

Chen Wanli replied seriously, nearly causing Tang Yanran to explode on the spot with rage.

"…" Tang Yanran gritted her teeth for a moment, feeling that she was being overly harsh. What was the point of blaming a mentally ill man in this place?

It's still her fault for not taking better care of him!

She took a deep breath: "Let’s go! Let's check on Song Jiaojiao first, then I'll take time off to send you home!"

Chen Wanli coughed: "I’m cured! I can go home by myself!"

Tang Yanran widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

"You, are cured?"

Chen Wanli nodded: "Yes, suddenly my mind has cleared up, and I remember everything!"

"Why did you come to the morgue if you’re cured?" Tang Yanran scanned Chen Wanli suspiciously, knowing there was indeed a probability he could’ve recovered from his medication.

"I’ve said it three times, to cure that person!” insisted Chen Wanli.

"…" Tang Yanran's expression froze, feeling like she was the idiot for believing in a mentally ill person's words.

Which sane person would go to a morgue to treat the dead? Besides, Chen Wanli was not even a doctor before he became mentally ill.

While conversing, Chen Wanli was also sizing up Tang Yanran.

Beautiful!

Her eyebrows and eyes were like works of art, her watery eyes shone like stars, sparkling with an aura of intellectual wisdom.

Her curvaceous figure, even concealed under a white lab coat, could not be hidden.

Taking this woman as his wife would not be a loss.

Tang Yanran sighed, no longer wanting to argue with Chen Wanli, she pulled him towards the emergency ward.

Just as they arrived at the entrance of the resuscitation room, Zhang Debiao emerged with a face full of joy, instructing something to the nurse at the door.

Seeing Tang Yanran, Zhang Debiao put away his smile, put on the majesty of the dean and said, "You are suspended!"

"???" Tang Yanran furrowed her eyebrows looking at Zhang Debiao.

"Song Jiaojiao was mistakenly pronounced dead and sent to the morgue, this is a medical accident! Someone has to take responsibility! The doctor on duty this morning was you!" Zhang Debiao made himself clear.

Tang Yanran was instantly angered, her pretty face turned red, "Song Jiaojiao was under your direct care from the time she was hospitalized, Dean Zhang. Even the death certificate was issued by you. What does this have to do with me?"

Zhang Debiao smirked, pointing to Chen Wanli, "Then, I'll tell the Song family about his disrespect to Song Jiaojiao's corpse."

Tang Yanran immediately looked as if she'd been hit by frost, her momentum deflated.

The Song family was the richest family in the city, and Song Jiaojiao was their only daughter, cherished and spoiled by thousands. You can imagine that Chen Wanli will definitely be held accountable!

"You are very clear about what will be the consequence if the Song family knew that Song Jiaojiao was disrespected by him in such a way!"

Zhang Debiao threatened with a confident expression.

"Is Song Jiaojiao still alive?" Tang Yanran asked silently after a while.

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

Tang Yanran was so angry that she shook all over, this time not just her, but even Chen Wanli completely understood!

Song Jiaojiao was misdiagnosed and sent to the morgue! The Song family was informed, it couldn't be concealed! They needed a scapegoat!

The scapegoat was her, Tang Yanran!

Instead, Zhang Debiao, the culprit of the misdiagnosis, was about to turn into a lifesaving hero for the Song family!

Chen Wanli laughed, clapped his hands and said, "If shamelessness were a skill, and if there were a competition, you would be the champion!"

Zhang Debiao glanced at Chen Wanli and simply couldn't be bothered to engage in a conversation. He, as a dean, didn't need to deal with a lunatic.

"You're so sure you'll be able to save Song Jiaojiao?" Chen Wanli scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Debiao was very annoyed, this lunatic seemed a bit too normal.

Chen Wanli snorted, "Literal meaning! With your skills, if you want my wife to take the blame, you're far from it!"

Zhang Debiao was furious and about to lash out.

Just then, there was a commotion in the resuscitation room, and the nurse, face panic-stricken, pushed the door out.

"The Dean, it's not good, Song Jiaojiao is going downhill again..."