Chapter 2 - "Beacon of Hope"。

As soon as Zhang Zhili heard that Song Jiaojiao was in trouble again, he rushed into the emergency room. Tang Yiran looked at Chen Wanli, who had just spoken up to defend himself, his mind clear and his words sharp, no longer the simple-minded man he used to be. "Are you really okay?" Zhang Zhili nodded and said, "Yes! When I was at the nurse's station, I suddenly felt clear-headed, I don't know why I got better!" He said this half-truthfully. Three years ago, he unexpectedly inherited the Immortal Medical Sutra, a set of classics mainly based on medical texts, including various miraculous medical skills, martial arts, physiognomy, and numerology mastered by the Immortal Physician throughout his life. He traveled through countless realms, had broad knowledge, and could be considered well-versed in both ancient and modern matters. After receiving the inheritance, Zhang Zhili was sealed by the Immortal Medical Sutra, closing off most of his divine consciousness, immersing himself in the study of the inheritance, and outwardly appearing foolish and insane. It wasn't until today, after mastering the Mountain Medicine, Physiognomy, and Immortal Medical Sutra from the inheritance, that he broke through the restrictions. With his consciousness restored, he accidentally collided with Song Jiaojiao, who was being sent to the morgue, and found that she could still be saved, so he intervened to save her. But he couldn't tell Tang Yiran about this; if he did, he would likely be sent to a mental hospital for six months! Tang Yiran could still accept this explanation. Zhang Zhili had undergone a huge change in the family, and the shock of losing both parents in a short period of time had led to mental issues. After three years of treatment and careful care, there was indeed a chance of recovery. "Then why were you in the morgue with Song Jiaojiao...?" Tang Yiran remembered the scene of Zhang Zhili placing his hands on Song Jiaojiao's chest and blushed. Zhang Zhili shrugged, "I really found out that she could be saved!" "But you're not a doctor! You don't understand medicine! How could you act recklessly like that? You should have found a doctor at the time!" Tang Yiran couldn't help but complain. Now, they had unnecessarily brought trouble upon themselves! "I'm not a doctor, but I've read many medical books before!" Zhang Zhili bluffed, knowing full well that in this world, besides him, who else could bring the dead back to life? Tang Yiran rolled her eyes. In her opinion, Zhang Zhili was like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse; he accidentally found that Song Jiaojiao was still alive, and what was called treatment was more like seeking attention. But because of Zhang Zhili's illness, she didn't say much. Just as the two were talking, a middle-aged man with a square face exuding a domineering aura appeared at the end of the corridor, accompanied by an elderly man with white hair, and several burly bodyguards. The richest man in Song's family had arrived! The one he brought seemed to be a famous doctor named Li Jiang!" Tang Yiran frowned. Seeing Zhang Zhili's indifferent attitude, she thought rescuing Song Jiaojiao was enough; otherwise, they wouldn't reap any benefits! She knew Zhang Debiao too well. He wasn't an academician but a schemer; he would definitely shift the blame onto her. "What are you afraid of? Let's go home; it's none of our business!" Zhang Zhili remained calm. Three years ago, he was just an ordinary college student, but after three years of studying the inheritance, his mindset had changed imperceptibly. The middle-aged man confirmed the emergency room where Song Jiaojiao was located with a nurse and then pushed the door open directly, leading the elderly man inside. In the emergency room, Zhang Zhili and several doctors were in a mess. Song Jiaojiao's condition was too strange; most of her vital signs had returned to normal, but her heart rate was erratic, and she was completely unconscious, a bizarre situation indeed. Seeing the newcomers, Zhang Zhili's face lit up, and he quickly stepped forward, saying, "Mr. Song!" Song Siming ignored him and went straight to the old man beside him. "Master Li, I can only trouble you!" Li Jiang nodded and stepped forward. Zhang Zhili and several doctors recognized Li Jiang; he was a top-level physician in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. They all stepped back. Li Jiang approached to examine Song Siming, and then Song Siming looked at Zhang Zhili with a hint of anger in his eyes. "Director Zhang, my daughter is still alive but was sent to the morgue. Can you explain that?" Zhang Zhili was terrified, confirming his resolve to make someone else take the blame, and said, "It was all due to Dr. Tang's misdiagnosis on duty; I have already suspended her!" "Just suspended her? For such a serious medical accident, shouldn't there be legal consequences?" Song Siming snorted, his anger as sharp as a knife, as if only bloodshed could satisfy him. After saying this, Song Siming answered a phone call. His face grew darker, and as soon as he hung up, he slapped Zhang Zhili in the face: "My daughter was molested in the morgue, and you only realized the misdiagnosis? How is your hospital managed?" Zhang Zhili was seeing stars from the slap, cursing whoever had snitched on him, but he didn't dare to ask. He quickly pulled out his prepared script: "It was still Dr. Tang, who brought her mentally ill husband to the hospital, causing this accident!" "Just suspending her? For such a serious medical accident, shouldn't there be legal consequences?" "I will immediately have the Medical Affairs Department and Security Department take control of Dr. Tang and her husband, waiting for Mr. Song's decision!" Song Siming could hardly contain his anger: "I must have them skinned alive!" Zhang Zhili's face turned pale. With the extensive social network of the richest man in Nanbin City, even if he were just a small hospital director, it wouldn't be enough. He quickly called the head of the Medical Affairs Department, asking them to send security to apprehend the individuals. At this moment, Song Siming's attention returned to his daughter. He had only one son and one daughter, both of whom were his treasures. Song Jiaojiao had suffered from depression for several years, with several suicide attempts. Last night, her aunt failed to keep an eye on her, and she cut her wrists again. When he received the news that his daughter had been admitted to the hospital, he rushed back and even invited a famous doctor. On the way, he heard that his daughter had died and almost couldn't catch his breath. When he was about to reach the hospital, he heard that it was a misdiagnosis, sparking a glimmer of hope. Song Siming held his breath, his eyes full of hope as he looked at Li Jiang. However, after Li Jiang examined her, he furrowed his brow and muttered continuously, "Strange! It's truly strange! How is she? Dr. Li?" Song Siming urgently asked. "Lao Song, the current situation of Miss Song is extremely bizarre. In my fifty years of practicing medicine, I have never seen anything like it." "It may be beyond help!" Li Jiang said with regret. "Is there really no hope?" Song Siming asked, suppressing his grief and pain. Li Jiang pondered for a moment and said, "Miss Song's current symptoms resemble what is described in ancient texts as 'Soul Departure Syndrome.' People have both heart and kidney..." Li Jiang paused halfway through, his eyes suddenly brightened. "In this People's Hospital, even if the doctor's medical skills are inadequate, they still have equipment to monitor vital signs. How could there be a mistake in matters of life and death?" Song Siming coldly snorted. Zhang Zhili felt guilty. He remembered clearly that when Song Jiaojiao was taken off the ambulance, she had less oxygen in and more carbon dioxide out; shortly after entering the emergency room, she deteriorated. But last night, he had played too rough with the nurse, and he was getting older. In the morning, he woke up dizzy, and then Song Jiaojiao miraculously came back to life. He himself felt confused, wondering if he had made a mistake. So he could only bluff and say, "That doctor was too negligent; I will definitely rectify the situation." "No, no, no, I mean something must have happened in between that caused Miss Song's vital signs to recover!" Li Jiang shook his head vigorously. Song Siming was an extremely intelligent person. He immediately understood what was going on, otherwise, I'll make all of you sit in jail! Song Siming's gaze was piercing, sweeping over every doctor present, imposing a tremendous pressure that made everyone lower their heads, their hearts pounding. Soon, some doctors couldn't bear it and recounted the situation in the morgue. Song Siming was furious upon hearing it. But Li Jiang clapped his hands and said, "That's it, that's it. Quickly, quickly, go bring that young man back; there may still be a glimmer of hope!" "But he's mentally ill! Are you suggesting we bring him to treat her?" Zhang Zhili was dumbfounded. "Bring the person back first, and then we'll see!" Li Jiang exclaimed loudly. Song Siming grabbed Zhang Zhili's collar and rushed out the door. "Quick, bring me that person back!" As the two headed towards the hospital gate, Tang Yiran's phone rang. "Mom, I'm about to bring him over... If I take him home first, we won't make it to Uncle's birthday banquet!" It was Zhang Yuhong, Tang Yiran's mother, on the phone. Listening to the voice on the other end, Zhang Zhili couldn't help but think of his own doubts. After the sudden changes at home, he unexpectedly received the inheritance and felt as if he had lost his mind. With just one sentence from his father-in-law, he was taken to the Tang family, and his daughter was married to him. At the time, no one knew if his illness could be cured. Even if it could, he was just an ordinary orphan. There were many ways to repay kindness, but marrying his daughter for a lifetime was unreasonable. It seemed like he needed to have a serious talk with his father-in-law. Tang Yiran hung up the phone. Just as she turned at the hospital gate, a Porsche 718 came rushing towards her. "Ah!" Tang Yiran exclaimed, quickly hitting the brakes, but the other car didn't slow down, and the two cars collided with a bang.