The first two thousand one hundred and forty-two chapters
After all, fantasy is an unrealistic thing. It is like a soap bubble exposed to sunlight. Although it is beautiful, the heart is empty. When exposed to sunlight, no matter how beautiful the soap bubble is, it will turn into nothing.
Mr. Xue is dead, with no energy left, no matter how Xu Qing pours his inner energy, it is in vain. People cannot be resurrected after death. This is an irreversible fact, but he still tries again and again to pour his inner energy into the teacher's dryness and blockage.
In the veins, the blood is like a still water no longer flowing.
Xu Qing raised his hands sadly, and two lines of tears flowed from his closed eyes. As long as he calmed down, his mind would flash like a revolving door of scenes with the teacher. From that time they met in Tengchong, in a small restaurant
The way Teacher Li looked when he grabbed the hot pot and beat him up, and the little secret that belonged to the master and the apprentice... Now that the teacher is gone, the secret has become something he hides in his heart alone. Only when some things are lost can you know how to cherish them, but
There is no going back.
Qin Bing stepped forward and hugged Xu Qing's stiff shoulders, choking and whispering: "Qingzi, the teacher is gone, let's see him off together for the last time!"
Xu Qing gritted his teeth and nodded, reluctantly looking at Mr.
He rushed into the bathroom.
Bang! The bathroom door was slammed shut, and everyone in the ward was startled by this weird behavior. No one knew what he wanted to do, so they could only wait.
Xue Guoqiang looked at his father's body, raised his hand to wipe his cheek, and whispered: "Everyone is here, let's take the old man to the funeral parlor first!"
Qin Bing raised his head and glanced in the direction of the bathroom. His meaning was very clear, he wanted to wait for Xu Qing to come out.
Xue Guoqiang frowned and glanced at the closed bathroom door, and said in a deep voice: "I'm going to ask someone to prepare the car now. You wait here for him to come out."
Zhu Desheng, who was about to leave, quickly walked a few steps to his side and whispered: "Together!" The two of them walked out of the ward door with a tacit understanding, and found that the people in the corridor had consciously retreated to both sides. Just now Xu Qing
It can only be said that the door was knocked down because the hospital door was not strong. Everyone saw that he reached out and pushed the door and it fell down. Some shy leaders even gave the hospital director a lecture just for this.
Dayton.
The first level of the official college is the most powerful official. The two top managers in the province are staying in the ward. Anyone standing in the corridor is older than the hospital director. After giving him a scolding, he really has no temper. He can only nod and bend.
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Zhu Desheng left with his secretary as soon as he went out. Xue Guoqiang called the dean and asked him to help contact the funeral home's car. The old man's death needs to be handled as soon as possible. The deceased is dead, and the living must continue to live.
In the bathroom, Xu Qing was yelling loudly. There was only one thing on his mind right now, which was to make every effort to bring the teacher back to life.
"Prick up your ears and listen carefully. As long as the teacher still has a chance to survive, you will do your best to save people. I want you to come to Dongjiang right away. Hurry!" Xu Qing shouted emotionally at the phone.
Steve in there is actually looking for excuses to shirk, which is the ultimate asshole.
"Master, vampires are creatures that live in the dark. Unlike Chinese zombies, the blood of living people who have been selected for the first time, or people who have just died, has not completely stopped flowing. For those physiological functions
I really don’t have the slightest confidence in losing a person to natural death..." Steve still explained in a low voice that he seemed to be able to feel the anger of his master, but he could not deceive his master. This was a matter of loyalty.
Xu Qing said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, I say it again, take Wang Chao and come to Dongjiang Hospital immediately, do you hear me?"
"Understood, we'll be here right away. Please remember, never put the body in the frozen coffin." Steve responded in a low voice without explaining anything more. Now that the words have been said, what should I do?
No matter how you explain it, it's all in vain.
Xu Qing hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, took out a cigarette and smoked it. It was completely helpless for Steve to save Mr.
No matter what, as long as the teacher can survive, other problems will be solved later.
Just after taking a few puffs of a cigarette, there was a burst of messy footsteps at the door. Xu Qing glanced through the door and saw Xue Guoqiang walking in with two middle-aged men carrying black plastic bags.
The ones they wear are the shrouds, shoes and hats. They should be the hospital’s professionals responsible for burying the dead. This kind of people are generally found in all major hospitals. They are responsible for putting make-up and shrouds on the dead patients. They can also be responsible for carrying the corpses to the hospital.
Of course, there is a fee for the hearse sent by the funeral home.
Two middle-aged men came forward and took out a few pieces of yellow paper and a small plate with an iron rim from the plastic bag. They burned the yellow paper and put it in. They waited until it was burned to ashes before neatly removing the shrouds and makeup items.
Taken it out.
One of the bald men said to Xue Guoqiang and others: "We are going to put some makeup on the old man and change his clothes. Please go out and wait for a while. It only takes ten minutes."
Xue Guoqiang nodded, took two steps forward, hugged his daughter's shoulders and walked toward the ward door. When he reached the bathroom door, he stopped and whispered to Qin Bing who was standing aside: "We'd better go out and wait, we can't stay here."
convenient!"
Qin Bing glanced at the closed bathroom door and asked in a low voice: "But Qingzi..." Xue Guoqiang waved his hand and said: "Let him be quiet for a while, let's go out first."
Qin Bing knew that someone wanted to make up and change clothes for the body and it was not suitable for her to stay here, so she could only follow the Xue family and her daughter to wait outside temporarily. It was undeniable that the hospital was very efficient, and in just a short time, it had already caused people to fall down.
The door was reinstalled.
Xu Qing was still smoking in the bathroom. He didn't want to leave. He just used his clairvoyant eyes to watch the two middle-aged people applying make-up to Mr. Xue through the wall. He was thinking about taking the time to call the old vampire and ask him
Just go directly to the funeral home.
Mr. Xue was not injured before his death, and his expression was peaceful. It did not require much effort at all. The two middle-aged men only put some powder on the cheeks of the corpse and smeared some lipstick on the pale lips. That was it. Next,
It was to change the clothes and pants of the corpse. The bald man reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons on the chest of the corpse. He grabbed the clothes tied around the waist with both hands and lifted them up. Tsk! The whole top was taken off with a clean and neat movement.
"Hey! There's this good thing!" The eyes of another man who was about to change the corpse's pants suddenly lit up, and he reached out to grab a green emerald pendant on the corpse's chest. This pendant was something Mr. Xue wore, an emerald Guanyin.
, usually this thing is worn close to the flesh, and even the biological son does not know about it. Unexpectedly, after his death, he met the master who wanted to make money.