Chapter 1

In the morgue of Apierre City Hospital, Jordan Turner pressed both hands to the chest of a female corpse and kneaded rhythmically.

"Lucky you ran into me today, for I have mastered the legacy and awakened by my spiritual sense! Two of your three souls are lost, and four of your seven mortal forms are failing. I'm fighting Reaper for your claim and the only person alive to be able to save you!"

He seemed to be in his 20s, sharp-featured and clean-cut. But the way he muttered under his breath while working on an "inhuman" activity made the whole scene feel eerily wrong.

Along with his movement, the female corpse suddenly sat upright, only to fall back flat.

The two nurses who'd wheeled her in were scared out of their wits. They turned and bolted out the door, screaming.

"Help!"

"Security! Dr. Goodman! Someone's resurrecting in the morgue!"

"Dr. Fletcher, your crazy husband is messing with a body!"

As the screams went on, Jordan ignored them. His hands moved fast, pressing acupuncture points MS 6 and GV 20 on the crown of the female corpse's head with a peculiar finger technique. Then, he resumed chest compressions.

Soon, hurried footsteps pounded down the hallway leading to the morgue. The hospital director, Donovan Goodman, panickedly burst in with several doctors and guards in tow.

"What the hell are you doing? Let her go!" Donovan furiously shouted.

Jordan glanced over but didn't stop. "I'm treating her!"

No one knew how to respond.

Many doctors in the hospital recognized him as Jordan Turner, the mentally ill husband of their hospital's top beauty, Bianca Fletcher. They'd pitied her more than once since she was beautiful and brilliant, only to be married to a mentally unhealthy man.

Now, that pity peaked because the female corpse belonged to Eileen Swanson, heiress of the wealthiest Swanson family in Apierre City.

She'd collapsed and died in the hospital that morning. The Swansons were already looking for reasons to blame the hospital, and now her corpse was being violated, the Swansons would likely turn the hospital upside down in rage.

Bianca felt her vision dim and nearly passed out on the spot. Jordan had truly caused catastrophic trouble today.

Jordan was mentally ill. Since their marriage, her parents had been responsible for his care.

Today, they'd dropped him off at the hospital and left him under her watch while they ran errands. When a sudden emergency case came in, she'd left him at the nurses' station and never thought he'd wander into the morgue and do such a thing.

"Stop!" Donovan roared and charged forward to pull Jordan away, but the latter frowned and shoved him back.

"If I stop, she'll die!"

Shoved off his balance, Donovan landed hard on the floor.

Idiot! Lunatic! Did Jordan actually think he was a doctor? Didn't he know that he was a moron?

Donovan turned on Bianca with a vicious glare. "Get your mentally ill husband away from that body! Or do you want the Swansons to sue every last one of us?"

Bianca finally snapped out of her shock. "Jordan!"

She rushed forward and reached for Jordan's hands to pull them away from Eileen's chest, but once her palms brushed against Eileen's chest, her scalp tingled.

A heartbeat! She could feel Eileen's heartbeat!

"She has a pulse!" Bianca announced, carefully feeling the area over Eileen's heart as her eyelids twitched in shock.

Donovan was briefly startled before he quickly removed the stethoscope around his neck and listened. His mind went blank.

Without a second thought, he barked, "Quick! Wheel her back to the ER for emergency rescue!"

Jordan tried to stop them. "I'm not done with treatment, so you can't take her away!"

"You know nothing about treatment!" Donovan roared.

Donovan absolutely refused to believe that a mentally ill patient like Jordan could practice medicine.

In his mind, the only explanation was a misdiagnosis. Mistaking a living person for dead and sending them to the morgue was a monumental medical malpractice incident.

After the group panickedly rushed Eileen away, only Bianca and Jordan were left behind.

"Why are you here?" Bianca could feel fury rushing to her head and wanted nothing more than to vent all her anger on Jordan, who'd brought her humiliation and trouble.

"I came to treat her!" he replied.

Jordan's serious tone nearly made her black out from sheer frustration. She clenched her jaw, then felt she was being too harsh.

What was the point of yelling at a mentally ill patient? This was her fault for not keeping a proper eye on him.

After taking a deep breath, she said, "Come on. Let's check on Eileen before I take the rest of the day off and bring you home."

He cleared his throat and announced, "I'm cured now. I can go home by myself."

Eileen's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're… cured now?"

He nodded hard. "Just now, my mind suddenly cleared, and now I remember everything."

"If you're cured, why on earth are you in the morgue?" Bianca asked, doubtfully narrowing her eyes at Jordan. It was true that he'd been on medication, so there was a chance he'd recovered.

"For the third time, I went in there to heal her."

Frozen, Bianca was utterly speechless. She figured that she was the fool for trusting a mentally ill patient's words.

Who in their right mind would enter a morgue to save a patient? And Jordan wasn't even a doctor before his mental illness.

While they talked, Jordan studied her.

She was gorgeous with clear eyes, well-defined facial features, and sparkled with intellectual brilliance. Even in a lab coat, her curvaceous figure was impossible to hide.

He reasoned that it wasn't a bad deal to have a woman like her as his wife.

Bianca sighed. Deciding not to argue further, she grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him toward the emergency room.

They arrived at the emergency room doors just as Donovan stepped out, smiling and giving quick instructions to a nurse.

When he spotted Bianca, his smile vanished, and he assumed the authoritative demeanor of a hospital director. "You're suspended!"

Puzzled, she frowned at him.

"Eileen was misdiagnosed and sent to the morgue despite being in suspended animation. That's medical malpractice.

"Someone has to be held responsible, and you were the doctor on emergency duty this morning!" Donovan explained.

Bianca's anger flared. "From the moment Eileen was admitted, you were responsible for her treatment, Dr. Goodman. You examined her and signed the death paperwork, so what does this have to do with me?"

Donovan curled his lips and pointed at Jordan. "In that case, I'll inform the Swansons that he violated Eileen's corpse."

Bianca went rigid, the fight draining immediately.

The Swansons were the wealthiest family in Apierre City. Eileen was their only daughter, spoiled and doted on by all. Bianca could already imagine the consequences when Jordan was held accountable.

"You know very well what would happen if the Swansons found out he'd taken advantage of her," Donovan warned, wearing a smug and certain expression.

After a long silence, Bianca asked, "Is Eileen still alive?"

"Of course she is. Otherwise, Jordan wouldn't walk out of this hospital alive," Donovan replied.

Bianca shuddered in fury, and even Jordan understood what they were talking about.

The hospital had notified Swansons of Eileen's death after she was misdiagnosed and sent to the morgue. Now that someone had to take the fall, Bianca was that scapegoat.

As for Donovan, the true culprit behind the misdiagnosis, was about to transform into the Swanson family's lifesaving hero!

Jordan laughed and clapped his hands. "If being shameless were a skill, you'd definitely qualify as a pro."

Donovan shot him a look and couldn't be bothered to respond. As a dignified hospital director, why should he bother with a mentally ill patient?

"And how are you so sure that you can save Eileen?" Jordan added with a scoff.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Donovan snapped. As a mentally ill patient, Jordan seemed a little too normal for his kind.

Jordan snorted. "Exactly what I said. You're nowhere skilled enough to use my wife as your scapegoat."

The furious Donovan was about to throw a tirade when chaos erupted from within the emergency room.

A nurse panickedly pushed the door and shouted, "Bad news, Dr. Goodman! Eileen's crashing again!"

Chapter 2

When Donovan heard that Eileen was crashing again, he bolted back into the emergency room.

Bianca stared at Jordan. A minute ago, he'd gone toe-to-toe with Donovan to defend her with clear thinking and sharp words. It was nothing like the dull, simple-minded man he'd been for years.

"Are you sure you're cured now?" Bianca asked.

Jordan nodded. "I am! When I was at the nurses' station, my mind suddenly cleared up, though I'm not sure how it happened."

There were half-truths and half-dishonesty to his words.

Three years ago, he'd unexpectedly obtained the legacy of the Immortal Healer—Healing Arcanum. Primarily a collection of medical classics, it encompassed all the divine skills the Immortal Healer had mastered throughout their lives.

From medicine, martial arts, physiognomy, to divination, it was a compendium of impossible knowledge for everything the Immortal Healer had learned traveling across myriad realms and their insights.

After receiving the legacy, a seal within the legacy locked away most of Jordan's divine sense. He became immersed in learning the legacy, and to everyone else, he appeared foolish and insane.

Today, after mastering the mountain, medicine, divination, physiogonomy, and astrology aspects of the legacy and cultivating Healing Arcanum to the third level, he broke through the seal.

His divine sense was restored, just in time for him to run into Eileen being sent to the morgue. He intervened when he sensed a spark of life in her body.

However, he couldn't tell Bianca any of that. If he did, she'd surely have him locked up in a psychiatric hospital for half a year.

Bianca found his explanation reasonable enough. His mental issues arose from a sudden family tragedy, the rapid and successive deaths of both parents, and the shock that followed. Recovery was probable after three years of treatment and meticulous care.

"In that case, when you were in the morgue with Eileen…" Bianca murmured, her cheeks flushing as she recalled how Jordan had placed his hands on Eileen's chest.

He gave a slight pucker of his lips. "It's true that I noticed she could still be saved!"

"You're not a doctor and don't know medicine, Jordan! You can't just improvise medical procedures. You should've found a doctor back then!" Bianca complained.

Now, they were inexplicably tangled in a legal mess.

"I'm not a doctor, but I've read quite a few medical books," Jordan fibbed. Deep down, he believed that no one else could have revived the dead as he did.

Bianca rolled her eyes. As far as she was concerned, he'd simply gotten lucky and accidentally discovered that Eileen wasn't dead. His so-called treatment had likely been theatrics.

Yet considering Jordan's condition, she said nothing else.

While they were talking, a stern, square-jawed middle-aged man with an imposing air strode down the hallway, flanked by bodyguards and a gray-haired elderly man.

"Mr. Swanson is here! I think he's brought the renowned doctor, Walter Langford," Bianca murmured, frowning.

Noticing Jordan's nonchalant expression, she added, "If Eileen survives, we might still get out of this. If not, we're doomed."

She knew Donovan all too well as a schemer, not the academic-type director. He was guaranteed to pin the blame on her.

"Relax. Let's just go home since this has nothing to do with us," Jordan calmly replied.

Three years ago, he was just an ordinary university kid. Three years immersing himself in studying the legacy seemed to have subtly changed his mindset without him even realizing it.

The middle-aged man, Horace Swanson, confirmed with a nurse the emergency room Eileen was in and led Walter inside.

In the emergency room, Donovan and several doctors were pacing around in disarray.

Eileen's condition was bizarre. Most of her vitals had returned to normal, but her heart rate pulsed in and out, and her consciousness was unstable. It was a case that made no medical sense.

Donovan straightened up and rushed forward when he saw the newcomers. "Mr. Swanson!"

Horace ignored him and addressed Walter. "Dr. Langford, please."

Walter nodded and stepped forward. Donovan and the other doctors backed away and recognized Walter as a national-level doctor.

While Walter examined Eileen, Horace finally turned on Donovan with fury sparking in his eyes. "My daughter was alive, and yet you sent her to the morgue. Would you care to explain, Dr. Goodman?"

Donovan panicked. Now more than ever, he was certain that someone else had to take the fall for him. "It was the attending doctor on duty, Dr. Fletcher. I've suspended her."

"Just suspended? For such a serious medical malpractice incident, shouldn't we pursue legal responsibility?" Horace snorted. It seemed almost like his anger wouldn't be appeased until he saw blood.

Before Donovan could respond, Horace took a phone call. His expression darkened with every word he heard over the phone, and after ending the call, he slapped Donovan hard across the face.

"My daughter was violated in your morgue, and that was when you discovered the misdiagnosis? What kind of circus are you running here?"

Donovan reeled from the slap, spots bursting across his vision. Deep down, he cursed the person who'd ratted him out but dared not ask who it was. Instead, he quickly presented the story he'd rehearsed.

"It's still Dr. Fletcher's fault! She broke the rules and brought her mentally ill husband into the hospital, and that's what caused this accident!

"I'll have the Medical Affairs and Security Departments detain both her and her husband, for you to deal with."

Horace fumed. "I'll make sure they both pay for this!"

Donovan's face was bloodless. Horace, the man standing before him, was the wealthiest man in Apierre City with an extensive network of connections. Even the head of the Health Bureau had to bow to him, let alone an insignificant hospital director like Donovan.

He whipped out his phone and called the head of the Medical Affairs Department, barking instructions to bring guards and seize the suspects immediately.

Meanwhile, Horace's attention returned to Eileen. She was his only child and the apple of his eye.

Eileen had suffered from years of depression and had attempted to take her own life multiple times. Last night, she'd slit her wrist again while the housekeepers weren't watching.

He'd rushed back the moment he received the news that she was in the hospital and brought in a renowned doctor. Halfway, he almost collapsed when word came that she'd died.

As they neared the hospital, he learned that it was a misdiagnosis, which sparked a glimmer of hope in him.

Now, Horace held his breath and looked at Walter with hopeful eyes. But after the latter completed his examination, he frowned, shook his head, and repeatedly murmured, "Strange… Very strange…"

"How is she, Dr. Langford?" Horace urgently asked.

"Horace, Ms. Swanson's condition is incredibly bizarre. In all my 50 years of practicing medicine, I've never seen anything like it.

"I fear we can't bring her back," Walter said with shame.

Forcing down his grief, Horace pressed, "Is there not even a chance?"

Walter paused and pondered before saying, "Her current symptoms resemble what old medical texts call 'soul fugue.' When a patient suffers damage to both the heart and kidneys…"

He stopped mid-sentence, and his eyes lit up. "Even if the doctors at Apierre City Hospital are incompetent, they have machines monitoring vital signs. How could they have mistook life for death?"

When Horace coldly snorted, Donovan guiltily backed away. He clearly remembered that when Eileen arrived in the ambulance, she was barely breathing and crashed shortly after entering the emergency room.

He'd spent the night before fooling around with a young nurse far too enthusiastically. Coupled with the fact that he was getting older, he'd woken up dizzy and blurry-eyed.

Now that Eileen was inexplicably revived, he wasn't too sure either. Could he have mixed things up?

All he could do was brace himself to put on an act. "Our attending doctor must've been too negligent. I'll handle it."

"No! I'm saying something must've happened in between that restored Ms. Swanson's vitals!" Walter shook his head vigorously.

As a brilliant man, Horace immediately understood. "Tell me what happened in that morgue, or I'll make sure every one of you rots in jail!"

As his burning, intense gaze swept the room, everyone lowered their heads under the immense pressure and felt their hearts pounding.

Soon, a doctor cracked and recounted events in the morgue in detail.

After listening, Horace was livid with rage, but Walter clapped his hands. "That has to be it!

"Quick! Bring the young man back! There may still be hope!"

Donovan was utterly dumbfounded. "He's mentally ill! Are you sure we'll bring him in to treat her?"

"Just bring him here first!" Walter barked.

Horace grabbed Donovan by the collar and dragged him toward the door. "Find him now!"

…

Bianca and Jordan were heading toward the hospital's exit when her phone rang. It was a call from her mom, Bethany Hart.

"He has to tag along, Mom… If I take him home first, I won't make it to Uncle Alexander's birthday dinner on time!"

As Jordan listened to the voice on the phone, his thoughts drifted to his doubts.

After his family's sudden tragedy, he had unexpectedly received the legacy and seemed to lose his mind.

His father-in-law, Lucas Fletcher, had simply said the Turners had done him a great favor, so he took Jordan into the Fletcher family and even married Bianca to him.

Back then, no one knew if Jordan's illness would ever get better. Even if it did, he was just an ordinary orphan.

Gratitude and repaying favors came in many forms, so sacrificing a daughter's entire life didn't make sense.

Jordan decided that he needed to have a good talk with Lucas.

After Bianca ended the call and turned a corner around the hospital's exit, a Porsche 718 came speeding toward them.

"Ah!" Bianca screamed and slammed on the brakes, but the Porsche 718 never slowed down.

The two cars collided with a deafening crash.

Chapter 3

Fortunately, Bianca and Jordan weren't driving at high speed, and they were wearing seatbelts, so no one was hurt.

Realizing she'd crashed the Porsche 718, Bianca flusteredly scrambled out and rushed to check if the driver was injured.

The door to the Porsche 718 swung open to reveal the driver, a young blond punk, Rory Mayer. He jumped out, ignored Bianca, and ran to open the passenger door.

At the same time, four or five cars screeched to a stop around them. Over a dozen rough-looking guys got out and surrounded her Beetle.

Bianca was startled, then froze when she saw who stepped out of the other side of the Porsche 718. "It's you!"

As Apierre City's top beauty, though she was nominally married, she couldn't keep the suitors away with a simpleton husband. The man before her was one of them—Finn Lance, the eldest son of the Lances and a notorious playboy.

"Yes, me," Finn said with a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "Bianca, you tossed my Cinderia air-freighted gold-rimmed roses in the trash and the tens-of-thousands-dollar designer bag to a beggar.

"And now, why did you run your car straight into mine today? Have you had a change of heart?"

Bianca's eyes flashed with a hint of disgust. "It was just an accident. I'll pay for any damages."

"Pay? Can you even effort it?" Finn sneered. "A top-spec Porsche 718 costs 300 thousand dollars, so can you even afford that?

"And this car helped me pick up dozens of checks. It's practically a memento of my youth, so money can't solve that."

Bianca's expression darkened. "What do you want then?"

"Easy. Be my woman, so I'll write the whole thing off and even throw in a limited-edition Porsche for you."

"No way. I'm calling the police."

When Bianca pulled out her phone to call the police, Finn snatched it away and said, "I've booked a room. After we sleep, you can call whoever you want. And when that happens, I'll just tell everyone that you can't afford the damages, so you settle the debt with your body.

"No one will doubt it, and the Fletchers surely won't make a fuss."

He laughed triumphantly. With a wave of his hand, his men swarmed forward and lunged at Bianca.

She instinctively panicked as a wave of helplessness washed over her. "Stay back!"

Shaking his head, Jordan stepped forward and shielded Bianca behind him.

Finn snorted. "What's going on? Is the idiot trying to play the hero, saving the damsel in distress? Seriously, you?"

Next, a shocking scene unfolded. The rough-looking thugs were, in the blink of an eye, hurled to the ground one after another. Each of them howled and wailed.

In seconds, over a dozen of them were knocked out by Jordan. Bianca couldn't even get to see how he made his moves. Finn's men were seasoned brawlers, so how could they not withstand a few punches and kicks from Jordan?

Jordan clicked his tongue. After receiving the legacy, he'd trained hard within the mindscape illusion, so taking down a few street thugs was a piece of cake.

"What…"

Bianca stared wide-eyed. Never in her life had she dreamed of being protected by the idiotic Jordan one day.

Finn's smirk had long drained from his face, which was now deathly pale. As a notorious playboy who'd slept with countless women, he'd always gotten stonewalled when making his advances on Bianca.

After making so many attempts for so long, he'd finally lost his patience and decided to force it onto Bianca today.

Everything had been meticulously planned and proceeded smoothly, so he'd thought his dream was about to come true. But he'd never expected to be the one scared out of his wits.

The entire Apierre City had lamented about Bianca, the city's top beauty, marrying a fool. But who could have imagined the fool to turn out to be so powerful?

When Jordan turned on Finn, the latter trembled and stumbled back several steps. "Don't come any closer. What do you want?"

Jordan shook his fist. "You tried to lay hands on my wife right in front of me, so what do you think?"

Finn gulped hard. "Calm down! She ran into my car, so she's supposed to pay for it!"

By now, Bianca snapped out of her shock and grabbed Jordan's arm. "Don't fight. I did hit his car, so I should pay."

Though she had below-average driving skills, she understood traffic rules well enough to know that she had turned a corner while driving and was on the phone. She ought to bear full responsibility.

Jordan shook his head. "You're too naive. Turn on your phone and start recording."

"Record what?" Though Bianca didn't understand, she instinctively lifted her phone and tapped on the record button.

Jordan grabbed Rory, who'd been driving the Porsche, and lifted him. "Tell me what exactly happened. Why did you ram Bianca's car?"

"I…"

As Finn's most loyal lackey, Rory naturally wouldn't tell the truth. But when he saw the flash in Jordan's eyes, his expression immediately went blank.

"Mr. Lance told me to do it. He had his men watching at the intersection while I waited here. Once I confirmed Ms. Fletcher's car was making the turn, I rammed into it…"

Though brief, his words clearly laid the truth out. This wasn't an accidental traffic collision at all. It was a meticulously planned scheme.

Listening nearby, Bianca immediately fathomed the situation and couldn't help but angrily shout, "You're disgusting, Finn!"

"I…" Finn was utterly bewildered. The situation had progressed beyond his understanding, as he'd never expected his usually loyal lackey to sell him out in seconds.

Jordan kicked Rory away and strode over to him.

"You—" Finn tried to bark out a few threatening words, but before he could speak, slaps rained down on his face and never gave him the chance to utter a word.

"That's enough."

Though furious, Bianca was perfectly clear-headed. She quickly pulled Jordan back, knowing that they couldn't afford to offend anyone from the Lance family.

Finn was given such a hard beating that his face bruised and swelled. Her intervention seemed to boost his courage, so he roared in rage, "How dare you slap me, you idiot! The Lances won't let you get away with it!"

"You said it yourself that I'm an idiot. Why would an idiot care if you're from the Watson or Ginger family?" Jordan snapped.

He grabbed Finn by the collar and delivered two more resounding slaps and mockingly continued, "Idiots are exempt from assault charges and even murder. What do you think happens if I kill you now?"

"I…"

Under his sharp gaze, Finn's recently regained courage evaporated. The whole of Apierre City knew that the Fletchers had an idiotic son-in-law, so even if Jordan killed him, he wouldn't be responsible for anything he did.

As the thought crossed his mind, Finn immediately cowered. "Let's talk this out! Don't be impulsive. I'll agree to whatever you want!"

"Now that's more like it," Jordan replied. "Don't provoke me, or I might really kill you.

"Since you schemed against Bianca and rammed her car, you should pay, don't you?"

"I-I'll pay for everything! I'll pay the price of a new Beetle, alright? I'll wire 30 thousand dollars right now!" Finn said.

With tears welling in his eyes from the beating, Finn just wanted to escape Jordan as soon as possible. Revenge could come later, and right now, he had to ensure his safety.

"How is 30 thousand dollars enough?" Jordan questioned.

Jordan delivered two more slaps, hard enough to send blood trickling from the corner of Finn's lips.

Finn's ears buzzed from the beating. He'd offered to pay the price of a new car, so why wasn't that enough?

"Just stop! Tell me how much you want!"

Jordan began to say, "This isn't just an ordinary Beetle. It's a testament to our love and our matchmaker. Without it, we wouldn't have gotten together.

"Now that you've wrecked it and ruined our matchmaker, you've got to pay at least a million dollars!"

Chapter 4

Finn almost spat blood. The way Jordan was extorting him was exactly the way he'd extorted just moments ago.

He'd just claimed his Porsche was a memento of his youth, and now Jordan was calling the Beetle a witness to his and Bianca's love and even a matchmaker.

Jordan's expression turned cold. "Just say it. Are you paying up for not?"

"Fine, yes! I'll pay right now!" Finn replied.

Though filled with resentment, Finn dared not say a single "no" right now.

Jordan set him down and grabbed the phone from the stunned Bianca before tapping on the wallet app. Soon, he received a notification of a one-million-dollar bank transfer.

"Get lost. Make sure it doesn't happen again, or it won't be this cheap the next time," Jordan warned.

With the money secured, Jordan kicked Finn away.

Still trembling with rage, Finn looked up just to see Barry Wright, head of the hospital's Medical Affairs Department, rushing over with seven or eight guards.

An evil idea popped into his mind. He immediately shouted at Barry, "Dr. Wright! I was beaten by one of your doctors! You'd better handle this!"

The Lances ran pharmaceutical businesses. Finn had chased Bianca down to the hospital often enough that he was well acquainted with Barry.

When Barry saw Finn's battered state, his expression hardened. "What happened?"

Pointing at Bianca and Jordan, Finn immediately began twisting the truth. "She ran into my car and had this idiot beat me up. He even said a mentally ill patient committing murder isn't a crime, and they extorted a million dollars out of me!"

At that, Barry erupted in fury. "This morning, you misdiagnosed and sent a living patient to the morgue, not to mention breaking the rules and bringing a mentally ill patient into the hospital. Either one of those is enough to cost you your license and land you in prison.

"And now, you're assaulting someone just outside the hospital. What lawlessness is this?"

He slammed a massive accusation firmly on Bianca.

The large commotion had drawn a large crowd at the hospital's exit. After listening to Barry's words, they began pointing and gossiping.

Sending a living patient to the morgue and a car crash followed by extortion wasn't what a doctor should do. That made Bianca sound more like a thug instead.

Barry was satisfied after listening to the murmurs around them.

Donovan was his brother-in-law. After learning about Eileen's misdiagnosis and the morgue incident, Barry knew he had to ruthlessly stir up a huge scene that could intimidate Bianca and cover for Donovan. After all, he needed Donovan's connections for his future promotions.

Hoping to fan the flames, Finn chimed in, "We've known each other for some time, so I'll leave it to you, Dr. Wright. I've got business to handle, so I have to leave. But make sure to update me on how everything goes."

"No problem. Consider it handled," Barry replied.

Finn immediately turned and got into his Porsche.

A lackey followed and muttered, "The guards are old or weak. They can't beat that guy, can they?"

"You don't know anything," Finn said with a snort. "I want him to make a big mess, best if he beats a couple of guards to death! When that happens, Bianca will have to come begging me on her knees."

…

As soon as Finn left, Barry turned his full authority on Bianca. "Well? Will the two of you come back, or shall I have them drag you in?

"Detain them both. After Ho—I mean, the hospital meeting, we won't go easy with whatever punishment is due. Call the police if needed!"

Thelma Steele, head nurse of the outpatient department, happened to walk by. She was on good terms with Bianca and couldn't help but ask, "Is there some misunderstanding, Dr. Wright? Everyone knows Dr. Fletcher is medically skilled, and she wouldn't make such a basic mistake."

Barry arrogantly waved her off. "Mind your own business. This isn't something you should stick your nose in.

"Good medical skills don't excuse the lack of medical ethics. A single negligence in sending a living patient to the morgue means she takes human life lightly, and that's a major medical malpractice!"

Since Thelma didn't know the details, there was nothing much she could say.

The furious Bianca couldn't help but refute. "Nonsense! When I came on shift this morning, Donovan had pronounced Eileen dead!"

A flicker of greed mixed with vengeful satisfaction flashed in Barry's eyes as he looked at Bianca. Back then, he'd taken a liking to her and hinted at having some fun together, only for her to slap him hard across the face.

Now that she was in his hands, he looked forward to seeing how high and mighty she'd act today.

Sneering, Barry barked, "The hospital will naturally investigate whose responsibility it really is.

"Arrest both of them and hold them in the conference room until further notice!"

As four to five guards closed in, Jordan unhurriedly said, "If I'm not mistaken, the Medical Affairs Department doesn't have the authority to arrest anyone, does it?"

Barry let out an exasperated laugh. Why was a mental patient here lecturing him on rules and the law?

"And who are you? Why do I owe you an explanation on whether I can arrest anyone?

"How dare you talk after violating a female corpse in the morgue? Ask the crowd, and everyone will agree that there's nothing wrong with locking you up!" Barry snapped.

The words "violating a female corpse" hit the spectators like a dropped grenade. That was a whole new level of perversion.

People in the crowd began pointing and whispering, while some even shouted for security to drag the pervert away.

Bianca frowned and shot Jordan a glare, who'd caused her more trouble than helping her. The fact that he'd stepped in just handed Barry leverage.

She took out her phone and decided to call Lucas to see if he had any connections to handle the issue fairly. At the very least, she'd make sure Jordan wasn't arrested on charges of corpse violation.

But just as she dialed the number, Barry slapped her phone to the ground. "Please… There's no point in trying to call in favors to pull strings. Pretty types like you think you can always trade your looks for power and favors…"

He spat viciously at her feet.

Bianca's face flushed as she trembled all over with anger, while Jordan's expression darkened.

For over three years of their marriage, Bianca had treated him with care and patience, though they were just married in name. Witnessing the way she suffered humiliation brought a surge of anger rushing to his head.

"Apologize!" Jordan barked.

When Barry snorted in disdain, Jordan slapped him hard twice.

"How dare you slap me! I swear I'll see you rot in prison!" Barry roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Slap you? Didn't Finn just tell you that mentally ill patients committing murder isn't even a crime?" Jordan snarled, closing his hand around Barry's neck. With just a slight squeeze, Barry's face flushed red, and his eyes were filled with terror.

"Let him go, Jordan!" Bianca quickly grabbed Jordan's arm, but his expression remained icy cold.

The suffocating Barry kicked and struggled, yet there was nothing he could do to break free.

When the guards rushed forward, Jordan swung his free arm to send them flying while holding Barry with the other hand.

The way everyone looked at Jordan changed. This was a madman who knew how to fight and a man they should never offend.

"Will you apologize?" Jordan coldly asked.

Barry struggled to nod, and only then did Jordan release him.

"I-I'm sorry!" Scared of his wits, Barry stammered an apology before bolting out of the crowd. But once he was a safe distance away, he jumped and pointed. "Just you wait!

Jordan smirked. "I'm right here. Let's see what you're capable of."

Bianca frowned. Jordan had never shown such violent tendencies, and things were now spiralling out of control, far beyond anything she could contain.

From the edge of the crowd, Donovan and Horace walked over, escorted by several bodyguards.

Chapter 5

Rushing forward, Barry pointed at Jordan and complained, "Call the police, Dr. Goodman! H-He nearly killed me and extorted a million dollars from Finn!"

The corners of Donovan's lips twitched helplessly as he stared at Barry's disheveled state, while Horace sized up Jordan. He wasn't concerned about who Jordan had attacked or what he'd done. All he wanted to know was whether there was hope for Eileen.

Despite being surrounded by a massive crowd, Jordan remained completely unfazed and composed.

"Were you the one who found my daughter alive in the morgue?" Horace asked.

"No. To be exact, I found her still curable and saved her life!" Jordan announced, raising his chin.

"Bullshit! You're a mentally ill patient who's never gone to medical school or obtained a medical license!" Donovan immediately retorted.

"That's right, but I did save her. You've attended a medical school to become a licensed doctor, so save her then. What are you still doing here?" Jordan shot back.

Jordan snorted and had vague guesses about why the two were here, while Donovan could feel a terrible premonition creeping up inside him.

Horace looked over and demanded, "Save my daughter now and prove what you said, and I won't hold you accountable for what happened earlier."

Jordan raised an eyebrow and annoyedly snapped back, "No, I'm not in the mood. If it weren't for me, she'd have died half an hour ago, so you don't have the right to talk to me like that!"

Horace clenched his fists. Given his stature, no one dared speak to him this way.

But soon, all the fire drained out of him. Elieen was hanging by a thread, and all he could do was take a desperate gamble on her seemingly hopeless case.

"What would put you in the mood to treat her? Name your conditions, and I'll agree to anything as long as you can cure her."

Jordan nodded. "Now that's the right tone to ask for help."

His gaze swept over Donovan and Barry before he demanded in a cold voice, "I demand Bianca's reputation be cleared. The responsible party must take the blame."

Bianca was awash with a myriad of emotions. She was touched that Jordan was persistently trying to protect her, but she was also terrified. By the looks of it, even Walter couldn't save Eileen, so what could Jordan possibly be capable of?

Barry was utterly dumbfounded. Everything seemed to be spiraling beyond his imagination.

He'd expected Horace to slap Jordan silly the moment he arrived, but who would have imagined that Horace had respectfully requested his help to treat Eileen instead.

He sneaked a look at Donovan and panicked when he noticed the latter's flushed, livid expression.

As a shrewd businessman, Horace had a rough guess about the truth. "Dr. Goodman, I'll have the disciplinary team investigate if you don't tell the truth now."

Donovan immediately broke out into a cold sweat. He might have unchecked power in the hospital, but once the disciplinary team stepped in, there was nothing he could do to cover up the truth.

After a brief hesitation, Donovan decided to reveal the whole truth. When he was done, he couldn't help but emphasize, "When Ms. Swanson was brought in this morning, I swear she wasn't breathing, and her heart wasn't beating—"

Horace cut him off with a wave of his hand. "We'll settle our accounts later. Right now, who do you owe an apology to?"

Donovan turned and immediately apologized to Jordan. "I-I'm sorry! I lost my head!"

Jordan curled his lips and hummed in response before Donovan spun toward Bianca and repeatedly apologized.

At that, Barry panicked and followed suit.

When she remained silent, both Donovan and Barry turned to Jordan with pleading eyes.

He chuckled. "Why makes you think an apology would fix everything? Right, Mr. Swanson?"

Horace urgently said, "They broke the rules, and you have my word that I'll deal with them. But right now, just treat my daughter!"

When Jordan nodded, Bianca's anxiety surged. She was increasingly worried about this unfamiliar side of him and tugged at his arm, subtly shaking her head.

He grinned and held her hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry. I've got this."

Sensing the warmth in Jordan's palm, Bianca felt an inexplicably flutter of panic and swallowed the words at the tip of her tongue.

After Jordan followed Horace into the emergency room, Donovan's and Barry's faces darkened.

In a mess, Barry whispered, "Donovan, what do we do now?"

Donovan spat, "What? Do you actually think a mental patient like him treats illnesses?"

"R-Right.. If he fails and Mr. Swanson lashes out, they'll be far worse off!" Barry nodded.

The two of them scrambled toward the emergency room.

…

In the emergency room, Jordan stepped in and planted both hands on Eileen's chest. He calmly instructed, "Get me a pack of acupuncture needles!"

Horace's expression darkened for a split second. If Jordan couldn't save her, he swore he'd chop those hands off.

The doctors present thought it was madness. What was a mentally ill patient doing, playing doctor with acupuncture?

It was simply ridiculous. Not even a slapstick parody movie would film such an absurd scene.

Walter murmured, "Acupuncture needles for soul fugue? That's…"

Jordan grinned. "Soul fugue? You've got the wrong idea, old man. It's soul loss!"

"Soul loss?"

Just then, a nurse brought over the acupuncture needles.

Jordan didn't bother to explain. He took the needles and began inserting them into acupuncture points on Eileen's head with practiced ease, including MS 6, GV 20, and GV 23.

While needling, he used his internal energy to lock onto remnants of Eileen's soul and guided the scattered pieces back into place.

Once he removed the acupuncture needles, her heartbeat began returning to normal, and her breathing steadied.

"It's working!"

"She's breathing!"

"She's stabilizing!"

Moments later, Eileen slowly regained consciousness. She blinked at the ring of faces around her before tears trickled from the corners of her eyes.

Every doctor in the room gawked at Jordan in utter astonishment, while Walter puzzledly scratched his head. How could those ordinary, unremarkable needles have brought her back to life?

Horace's eyes reddened as he scrubbed a hand over his face and forced himself to calm down.

Bianca stared at the calm, composed Jordan in stunned surprise. Was he still the useless, mentally ill patient she used to know?

"Though we've saved her life, stagnant liver energy, spleen and stomach out of sync, and energy and blood stasis have led to severe melancholia. She'll need proper conditioning."

Walter nodded. "Depression is known as melancholia in traditional medicine terms. It's extremely tricky to treat."

"Is there anything you can do, miracle doctor?"

"There is," Jordan replied, raising his brow. Melancholia could be treated, but it was just a hassle.

As a businessman, Horace didn't attach much importance to degrees or certificates. To him, what mattered more was getting the job done, and he'd heard of and met plenty of renowned doctors from unconventional backgrounds.

Jordan had just earned his trust with his skills.

When Horace heard Jordan say that he could treat Eileen's condition, he didn't doubt his words and said, "Name your terms!"

"Two acupuncture sessions twice a week, combined with herbal soup. Melancholia stems from stagnant emotions and can only be slowly regulated," Jordan stated.

"Sure! After she's discharged, I'll have my men pick you up twice a week for all the sessions!" Horace dared not give Jordan the chance to refuse.

Jordan was about to nod when Bianca pinched him hard on the waist. Curing Eileen by pure luck was a miracle, and now, he was talking about curing her depression.

Severe depression wasn't as easily curable as Jordan might think. Plenty of wealthy elites, all with money, fame, and the help of renowned doctors, had fallen to that illness.

Jordan could only click his tongue. "I guess we'll see."

Assuming Jordan was hesitating because his earlier promise hadn't been fulfilled, Horace immediately barked toward the door, "Send Donovan and Barry to the disciplinary team! Tell them that I, Horace Swanson, am reporting them for violations and misconduct!"

Outside the door, Donovan and Barry collapsed to the floor.

Coughing lightly, Walter chimed in, "Young man, I'd love to exchange insights with you if there's a chance."

"Anytime," Jordan said with a relaxed smile.

Walter gave a firm, approving nod and had a growing favorable impression of Jordan. He thought Jordan was talented and carried himself with modesty. When Walter was Jordan's age, he wasn't even close.

Bianca couldn't take it anymore. Jordan exchanging insights sounded way too outrageous because Walter was a nationally renowned doctor himself, while Jordan, with his random medical books and wild techniques, was just digging himself a grave.

She grabbed Jordan by the wrist and started dragging him out the door.