Chapter 2

As soon as Daniel heard that the team was losing Jenny again, he rushed back into the emergency room.

Rena glanced at Miles.

When he was standing up for her and going head-on against Daniel, his words were sharp and his logic sound. He didn't look as clueless as he was before.

"Are you really better now?" she asked quietly.

Miles nodded. "Yeah. My mind just suddenly cleared up back at the nurse's station. I don't even know how it happened!"

He wasn't telling the whole truth, however.

Three years ago, Miles had accidentally inherited the Tome of Miracles from the Ascended Archsage.

The tome was a collection primarily made of medical texts and all kinds of miraculous skills the Archsage had mastered in his lifetime. His skills included medical knowledge, martial arts, physiognomy, fortune-telling, and insights from all the worlds the Archsage had traveled. It was a legacy that encompassed just about everything.

But after he received this inheritance, most of Miles' awareness had been sealed, forcing him into a state of deep study.

This made him mentally inapt on the outside during this time.

Only after he mastered the third level of the Tome of Miracles and the knowledge regarding the five domains of mysticism, medicine, physiognomy, divination, and astrology was he finally able to break through the seal placed on him.

When his awareness returned, he happened upon Jenny being sent to the morgue. He only stepped in when he realized she could still be saved.

Of course, he couldn't explain any of this to Rena.

If he told her the truth, he would no doubt end up in a psychiatric ward for a long time!

Meanwhile, Rena found his explanation believable.

She knew that Miles's mental issues had started after he had lost both parents in a family tragedy in a very short time. The trauma was what caused his mental illness. After three years of treatment and care, there really was a chance he might get better.

"So what exactly were you doing to Ms. Scott in the morgue…?" Rena recalled the sight of Miles's hands on Jenny's chest, and her cheeks flushed red.

Miles made a dry smile. "Because she could still be saved."

"You're not a doctor, and you don't know any medical skills. How can you just mess around like that? You should have called for a real doctor!" Rena scolded him, unable to hold back her frustration.

Now, thanks to him, they were both in legal trouble!

"I'm not a doctor, but I've read a lot of medical books," Miles bluffed.

Privately, he wondered who else in this world could bring someone back from the brink like he did.

Rena rolled her eyes. As far as she was concerned, Miles was just lucky to accidentally discover Jenny wasn't dead. The so-called treatment was nothing more than him trying to show off and get attention.

But given his medical history, she didn't say anything else.

Just then, a stern-looking middle-aged man with a square jaw came walking down the hallway. He was also flanked by an elderly man with white hair and several bodyguards.

"That's Michael Scott. He's the richest man in the city. The one with him looked like the famous doctor Ivan Brown," Rena muttered with a frown.

Seeing how unbothered Miles looked, Rena warned him, "We'll be fine if Jenny makes it. Otherwise, we'll both be in real trouble!"

Rena knew Daniel all too well. He wasn't the scholarly type, but the type that played games of politics. There was no doubt he would pin the blame on her.

Miles seemed completely unmoved, though. "Don't worry. Let's just go home. This has nothing to do with us."

He was just an ordinary college student three years ago. But after he obtained the inheritance, even his outlook on life had changed.

Michael asked a nurse which room Jenny was in, then led Ivan straight into the emergency room.

Inside the emergency room, Daniel and the other doctors were already in chaos.

Jenny's case was very bizarre. Her vital signs had stabilized, but her heart rate kept stopping and restarting. She remained completely unconscious, too. The situation was tense and confusing.

Seeing who had arrived, Daniel immediately straightened up and hurried over. "Mr. Scott!"

Michael ignored him and turned to the old doctor. "Dr. Brown, I'll leave this in your capable hands."

Ivan nodded and stepped forward to examine Jenny.

The doctors all recognized who Ivan was. He was a living legend, and they immediately stepped back to make room for him.

While Ivan was examining Jenny, Michael finally turned his eyes on Daniel, his gaze filled with fury. "Dr. Smith. My daughter is still alive, but you sent her to the morgue. Aren't you going to explain yourself?"

Daniel, terrified, was now even more determined to pin the blame on someone else.

"It was Dr. Thompson who made the mistake. She was the doctor on duty. I've already suspended her."

"Suspension? For negligence this serious? Shouldn't someone be held legally responsible?" Michael's voice was cold, making it clear he wouldn't rest until someone paid the price in blood if needed.

Just as Michael had finished speaking, his phone rang. His expression grew even darker as he listened.

The moment he hung up, he punched Daniel hard across the face.

"My daughter was being groped in the morgue! And that's when you found out she had been misdiagnosed?! Is this how you run a hospital?"

Daniel saw stars from the punch. He cursed quietly inside at the whistleblower, though he didn't dare ask who it was. He then quickly used the excuse he had prepared.

"It was Dr. Thompson! She brought her mentally ill husband into the hospital against the rules, and that's what caused this accident! I'll have the medical and security departments detain both Dr. Thompson and her husband, Mr. Scott!"

Michael was even more furious. "I'll make them both pay dearly for this!"

Daniel's face went pale.

Michael was Surfington's richest man, and his connections ran so deep that not even the head of the Surfington Department of Health could sway him.

Daniel hurriedly pulled out his phone and called the Head of Medical Affairs, ordering him to lead security to go hold Rena and Miles right away.

During that time, Michael's attention returned to his daughter.

Jenny was his only child and his entire world. She had battled depression for years, with several failed suicide attempts.

Last night, the nanny wasn't paying attention to her for just a moment. Jenny had already slit her wrists in that short moment.

When Michael got the call that Jenny was in the hospital, he rushed back to the city immediately. He even brought a renowned physician with him. He almost collapsed from grief when he was informed by the hospital that his daughter had passed away.

But just as he was nearing the hospital, he heard it had all been a misdiagnosis, and hope flared up inside of him again.

Now, he stood there, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Ivan with eyes full of desperate hope.

After examining Jenny, Ivan furrowed his brow, and he shook his head repeatedly. He mumbled under his breath, "Strange… This is really strange…"

"Well? Dr. Brown?" Michael asked anxiously.

"Your daughter's condition is extremely unusual. In fifty years of practicing medicine, I've never seen anything like it. I'm afraid this is out of my hands," Ivan said in shame.

"You mean there's no hope at all?" Michael fought to keep his voice steady.

Ivan hesitated, then said, "Jenny's symptoms are a bit like the Cataleptic Trance described in some old medical texts. The text says that if one has suffered both physically and mentally…"

Halfway through, Ivan suddenly paused, his eyes lighting up.

"But this is a modern hospital… Even the worst doctors would have access to monitors and other medical machines to check vital signs. How could anyone possibly make a mistake about something as serious as life and death?"

Michael gave a cold snort, and Daniel felt a stab of guilt.

Daniel remembered all too clearly how it happened. Jenny was barely breathing when she was wheeled out of the ambulance, and she passed away soon after arriving in the ER.

After a wild night with a young nurse, he was simply too exhausted that morning. He wasn't getting any younger, after all.

But with Jenny somehow alive again, he couldn't even say for sure whether he had made a mistake himself. He had no choice but to bluff his way through.

"The doctors were careless. I'll make sure this gets thoroughly investigated."

Ivan shook his head. "No, no. I'm saying something must have happened in between. Something that brought her back!"

Michael was someone very quick-witted, and he understood what Ivan meant instantly. "Tell me what happened in the morgue, or I'll make sure every single one of you spends the rest of your lives in jail!"

His burning gaze swept across the room, the pressure making every doctor lower their head, their hearts pounding.

Before long, one of the doctors couldn't take it anymore and blurted out everything that had happened in the morgue.

Michael was furious, but Ivan clapped instead. "That's it! Go get that young man! There might still be hope!"

"He's mentally ill! You want him to save her?" Daniel blurted out.

"Just get him here!" Ivan yelled.

Michael grabbed Daniel by the collar and dragged him out. "Hurry up! Take me to him!"

-

Meanwhile, Rena and Miles were making their way toward the hospital entrance in Rena's Beetle when her phone rang. She didn't hesitate to pick it up.

"Mom, I'm bringing him with me now… If I take him home first, we'll be late for Uncle's birthday dinner!"

The call was from Rena's mother, Helen.

Miles found himself lost in thought as he listened to the call.

After his family's sudden loss, he obtained the inheritance, and his awareness was locked out.

Rena's father had once said that the Thompson family owed his parents a huge debt, so they took him in. They even married their daughter to him.

No one knew if he would ever get better, and even if he did, he would just be an ordinary orphan. There were a lot of ways to repay a debt… Giving up a daughter's whole life seemed a bit much.

Maybe it was time for Miles to have a real conversation with his father-in-law, Condor Thompson.

Rena hung up the call, but just as they reached the corner at the entrance of the hospital, a Porsche 718 came toward them.

"Ah!" Rena cried, hitting the brakes.

However, the car didn't slow down at all.

The two vehicles collided in a crash.