Living Dead Man in a Coffin

"Li Feng is a quack! Li Feng's medical ethics are appalling! The surgery was successful, so how could the person still die?"

"Beat this quack to death and make him pay with his life!"

Outside the hospital, a large banner was unfurled, and the family members of the patient picked up stones from the ground and threw them at the hospital, cursing the doctor who had killed their loved one. Li Feng! Li Feng pursed his lips tightly. After much internal struggle, he finally walked out of the hospital with a bitter expression on his face, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, everyone, family members of the patient, I hope you can all calm down. I've already tried my best, I really have. This surgery... uh..."

"Pfft!"

Li Feng felt a pain in his heart, and his voice came to an abrupt halt. He touched his chest, his hand covered in blood.

He had been stabbed in the back. The cold knife entered his heart, and he didn't even have the chance to turn around to see who had killed him. Everything went black, and he tumbled down the steps.

"Quick, call the police! Doctor Li has been killed!"

These were the last words he heard. Then, his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness and cold.

Yulan Empire, Eastern Outskirts Cemetery.

A massive Gold-Wrapped Coffin, pulled by two Dragon Elephants, made a "clattering" sound as the chains dragged it slowly into the Cemetery filled with giant tombstones.

There were many people at the funeral, probably several hundred.

Li Feng's consciousness awakened within this thousand-pound coffin, appearing in the body of a fourth-generation descendant of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion.

All around him was darkness. He only felt cold all over, with excruciating pain in the area of his heart, unable to even open his eyelids.

I was stabbed through the heart, and I didn't die? Whose medical skills are so advanced? There's definitely no one like that in the country. Abroad... there shouldn't be anyone like that either.

Li Feng himself was a top cardiovascular physician. In the country, he was considered one of the best, and internationally, there were few who could compare.

According to current medical conditions, having one's heart pierced was a guaranteed death. So, when he was stabbed in the back, he knew he was doomed.

Killed in this medical dispute!

But what was happening now? He felt numb and cold all over, unable to move his fingers, unable to even open his eyelids, with only his thoughts still active.

In the darkness, an unfamiliar voice came.

"We've arrived at the Cemetery. Let's take it down and bury it! What a pity, the only seedling left by Third Master has also died."

"Don't be hypocritical. My brother is not dead, he won't die, he won't..." a beautiful girl's voice rang out, filled with anger and sorrow, as she wept.

Although Li Feng was lying in the coffin, he could tell that the girl's voice was very young, indicating that she shouldn't be very old.

"Your brother clearly couldn't cultivate Martial Dao Profound Qi and was physically weak, yet he insisted on learning from those playboy sons and competing for the Courtesan in the Pleasure House. In the end, he lost, couldn't catch his breath, triggered his Congenital Disease, and died in the Pleasure House. His heartbeat stopped four hours ago."

There seemed to be many people around, but their voices were all harsh.

"What a disgrace. A descendant of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion actually died of anger in a Pleasure House because he lost a competition for a Courtesan. His body was even sent back to the Marquis's Mansion by a Pleasure House girl. If his father were still alive, he would probably be angered to death as well."

"The Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion has really lost face this time. Just wait and see! Other Royal Marquis will definitely laugh at us."

"It's good that this cripple died. It saves the Old Marquis from having to spend a large amount of Earth Martial Essence Qi to prolong his life every month. What a waste. If I had that Earth Martial Essence Qi, I would already be an unparalleled expert capable of splitting mountains and rivers."

Ning Qianwu stared coldly at the girl in green standing in front of the coffin, saying, "Xin'er, the weather is hot, and the body cannot be left overnight, or it will stink."

Ning Xiner knelt beside the coffin, desperately hugging it, refusing to let anyone take it away. "Fourth Uncle, are you in such a hurry to bury my brother? Are you afraid that after the Old Marquis comes out of seclusion and examines my brother's body, he'll see through the deception? Was my brother really angered to death?"

Ning Xiner's voice, muffled by the thick coffin, reached Li Feng's ears, filled with sobs and sounding isolated and helpless. "You all killed my brother. My brother originally couldn't cultivate Martial Dao Profound Qi and could never become the Title Heir of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion, but you still weren't satisfied and killed him alive."

Everyone around fell silent!

After a long while, someone went to comfort her, and Ning Xiner was eventually pulled away.

The coffin was lifted, ready to be sent for burial.

Li Feng roughly understood his current predicament. He was inside the coffin, and if he was buried in the deep earth, he would die a second time today.

Could there be anything more absurd? Li Feng wanted to open his mouth, but his throat was extremely dry, and he couldn't make a sound, not even the three words "I'm not dead."

"Lower the coffin," Ning Qianwu said coldly.

Ning Xiner wept beside the grave, watching her only close relative being lowered into the tomb, covered by shovelfuls of dirt.

Li Feng grew anxious, gritting his teeth and raising his stiff hand, knocking on the coffin wall.

"Dong, dong!"

A knocking sound came from inside the coffin.

The coffin was very thick, and the sound was very low, but it couldn't escape the ears of Martial Dao experts. Ning Xiner herself had a cultivation in the Divine Body Realm, and her hearing was very sharp. She said, "Stop, there's a sound in the coffin!"

"Xin'er, you misheard. Burial is most taboo to be interrupted midway, as it will disturb the peace of the deceased's soul. Continue shoveling dirt," Ning Qianwu ordered.

"Dong, dong!"

The coffin was knocked on even louder.

This time, even the two Marquis's Mansion servants shoveling dirt heard it clearly. They stopped, took two steps back, and were somewhat uncertain and surprised. Could it be a corpse resurrection?

Ning Xiner didn't care so much. She jumped into the grave pit, her fingers gripping the bottom of the coffin, the blood in her body accelerating, and Martial Dao Profound Qi circulating with her bloodline.

"Creak!"

Her slender arms actually lifted the thousand-jin Gold-Wrapped Coffin, placing it on the edge of the grave pit. The coffin was too heavy, sinking an inch deep into the mud.

"Bang!"

Her hand struck the coffin lid, erupting with tens of thousands of jins of force, directly blasting the coffin lid off.

Who could have imagined that such a delicate girl could unleash such terrifying power?

Ning Xiner was a cultivation genius of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion. At only fourteen years old, she had already reached the Divine Body First Level, considered outstanding among the fourth generation descendants of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion.

The power she displayed just now slightly startled the uncles of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion.

How impressive! She has cultivated a Divine Martial Body! Fortunately, she is a woman. If she were a man, she would definitely be a strong contender for the Title Heir.

"Bang!"

The coffin lid flew out, knocking over a tombstone.

The coffin was opened! Sunlight shone into the coffin, reflecting on a young, pale face.

Ning Qianwu's cultivation was unfathomable, his eyes like lightning, his gait like a dragon and a tiger, walking over with a sense of oppressive power.

He walked to the side of the coffin and, seeing that the corpse inside had its eyes closed, finally breathed a sigh of relief, rebuking, "Xin'er, are you satisfied now! Your brother is already dead, and could have been peacefully buried, but you forcibly interrupted it. By doing this, your brother's soul will not rest in peace!"

"I heard that if the coffin is interrupted during burial and the timing is missed, the ghost will be cut in half after going to hell!"

Another wave of accusations arose, causing Ning Xiner to lower her head, biting her lip tightly. Brother, is already dead. I disturbed his soul's journey. Brother, I'm sorry! Brother, won't be cut in half! No way!

From within the coffin, an extremely hoarse voice, "Cough cough! S-s-sorry, everyone, I...I...am not dead yet..."

Li Feng was also very anxious, afraid of being buried again.

At the same time, he slowly opened his eyes.

The reason Li Feng had kept his eyes closed was because he knew that after being in the dark for a long time, suddenly seeing strong sunlight would blind the eyes! Ning Qianwu saw the young man in the coffin open his eyes, his face changing drastically, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, just short of shouting, "How the hell are you not dead?"

This congenitally disabled waste actually came back to life.

How is his life so tough? Disappointing so many people! Ning Xiner, however, was overjoyed and wept, helping the young man in the coffin up, resting his face against her chest, embracing him tightly, "Brother, I knew you weren't dead, I was so afraid you really left me."

"Water...water..." Li Feng's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know who this pretty girl was. He just wanted to drink water now.

After Li Feng drank the water, his complexion gradually recovered.

Ning Xiner personally helped Li Feng into a luxurious ancient carriage. The carriage was not pulled by horses, but by an azure Mystic Beast with the body of a horse and the head of a deer, its entire body covered in metal-like scales!

The Azure Deer Horse pulled the ancient carriage, leaving the cemetery and returning to the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion.

Li Feng's body was very weak, sitting in the carriage.

Ning Xiner held him in her arms, supporting his head with her small chest, saying some strange things: "Brother, your congenital heart meridian is blocked, so you can't cultivate Martial Dao Profound Qi. If anyone bullies you, tell your sister! I'll help you teach them a lesson."

Li Feng didn't know what she was talking about, so he could only remain silent.

In Ning Xiner's view, this was because her brother had been inferior since he was a child, which was why he was so taciturn now. She sighed, "I don't believe you were angered to death at all. Fourth Uncle and Eldest Uncle must be playing tricks behind the scenes again. I really don't understand why they are so ruthless. We are family, why must they be so ruthless? They actually attacked you while Grandpa was in seclusion to cultivate. It's too hateful!"

Li Feng still didn't speak. He really wanted to say, "Sister! You've mistaken me for someone else."

However, he was too weak now, and his chest hurt terribly. If no one took care of him, he would probably starve to death in the wilderness soon.

Now, he could only acknowledge this cheap sister first, and repay her kindness in the future.

Through Ning Xiner's words, he roughly understood some things.

The owner of this body was called Ning Xiaochuan, sixteen years old this year, a fourth-generation direct descendant of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion. Ten years ago, his parents died, leaving the young brother and sister to depend on each other.

Ning Xiner's talent was extremely high. At the young age of fourteen, she had cultivated a Divine Martial Body, and her future was limitless. She was a leader among the fourth-generation descendants of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion.

However, Ning Xiaochuan could not cultivate the Martial Dao, seemingly because of a Congenital Disease he had from birth. His heart meridian was blocked, his Qi and blood were not flowing smoothly, and any excessive exercise would cause his heart to beat faster, difficulty breathing, constant headaches, and even fainting. Thus, he earned the nickname "Sickly Ning" among the fourth-generation descendants of the Sword Pavilion Marquis's Mansion.

I must have possessed a corpse. Li Feng was very unwilling to be superstitious, and even more unwilling to admit the existence of supernatural phenomena, but now he had to accept the fact that he had come to a new world.

"Rapid heartbeat, difficulty breathing... Could this be a blockage of the heart blood vessels?"

Li Feng was originally the best cardiovascular physician in the country, and had received a patient with severe heart blood vessel blockage before his death.

This disease might be quite tricky for other doctors, inevitably requiring major surgery with a low success rate.

But with his medical skills, this disease was just a piece of cake, claiming to have a 90% certainty of success with the surgery.

The surgery was successful, but the patient died! Later, he found the reason. It turned out that the nurse responsible for injecting the anesthetic had made a mistake in the injection dosage. The patient's body was already weak for a long time, and no detail could be wrong, eventually leading to the patient's death on the operating table.

Surgery inherently carries risks, and death is a normal occurrence, but the patient's family disagreed, causing a scene at the hospital, denouncing Li Feng as a quack and demanding he pay with his life.

Li Feng was well aware of the consequences of medical disputes. If he told the patient's family the truth, he could naturally absolve himself of responsibility, but that nurse would definitely be beaten severely, possibly even to death by the emotionally enraged family.

Naturally, he couldn't do that.

The patient died on his operating table, and Li Feng was extremely remorseful. He didn't act like a coward and hide, but bravely stepped forward to apologize to the patient's family, taking all the responsibility upon himself.

However, the patient's family was currently in a fit of anger. Seeing him walk out of the hospital, they rushed up and beat him violently, some grabbing his clothes, others punching him in the head.

Before Li Feng could even utter an apology, someone stabbed him in the heart from behind, and then his consciousness faded, and then he arrived in this world.

"Now that I've come to this world and appeared in this body, then from now on, I'll be called Ning Xiaochuan! It's to repay the little girl's life-saving grace," Li Feng thought to himself.

Since he had come, he would make the best of it.

From now on, his name would be Ning Xiaochuan, accepting this identity, learning to integrate into this new, magical world!