What is written on the death certificate?

Lao Qian thinks this is really funny and a little embarrassed for his dragon, as one of the necessary props, the [death certificate] This paper is much more useful than the content inside, after a person dies, there is no [death certificate], and it is difficult to move an inch!

But what is written on the [death certificate] really doesn't matter to the old money. As long as the basic information of the deceased, such as name, gender, age, date of birth, and date of death, do not write it wrong, and fill in all the other blanks, it will be over.

"Isn't it just respiratory failure, respiratory arrest and the like, it's all the same." Old Qian replied stubbornly.

"Did the family members go to the community hospital and the street side by themselves?" Mu Chun asked again.

Old money is a little impatient, don't you know it? What's the matter, it's only been a long time since the rules have changed, and this rule may not change until the old money dies.

Mu Chun didn't know what was wrong with him, maybe Christmas was approaching or the end of the year was approaching, and he felt a little lonely in his heart.

It seems that there is a special sense of loneliness in such seasons, and loneliness and death are so close on an emotional level that it is difficult to ignore them.

Because of this, human beings always escape loneliness as much as they try to avoid thinking about death.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun worried about Xiaohai again, Xiaohai went home alone, Christmas alone, there would be no problem.

A 12-year-old boy.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun called Ding Jiajun, and Ding Jiajun on the other end of the phone said that he would invite Xiaohai to his house as a guest, anyway, he was also alone, and if it was possible, he would paint or listen to music with him.

"Speaking of which, the temperaments of the two of you are really a little similar." Mu Chun pretended to be relaxed.

"Don't say that, I'm not even sure if I'm doing the right thing, he seems to be completely taking you for his dead dad."

Ding Jiajun didn't have the slightest hint of ridicule when he said this, unlike the last time he said on the phone, he deliberately said that Mu Chun was not bad as a father.

"I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do, after all, he's in a different situation than you were at the time."

Mu Chun stood under the canopy in front of the flower shop, and the rain was ticking and making a noisy sound.

"Maybe tell him when the time is right. But I don't think it's okay now, it's hard to work with Dr. Mu. ”

Ding Jiajun's tone was very sincere, almost like a parent talking to a doctor or a teacher.

"That's it, I don't have a better way for the time being, that kid still has to prepare for the game, if he collapses now, I don't know what will happen."

Mu Chun thought of what Xiaohai said at school, as long as my father likes my playing, all my performances are for my father.

What does it mean to play for my dad alone?

Mu Chun repeated this sentence in his mind, and then he promised Ding Jiajun that he would play the role of a good father before the end of the game.

Ding Jiajun asked with concern whether Mu Chun's doing this would affect his daily work, especially professional rules and the like.

Mu Chun shook his head on the phone, and naturally understood in his heart that this kind of treatment relationship was really a bit special, and if someone wanted to criticize or find trouble, he would not be able to explain it at all.

How to explain it? A minor patient calls the doctor dad, and the doctor is safe to be a dad?

Not to mention that others would look at him strangely, even if Chu Xiaofeng's side knew, the teacher would want to know why he did this.

But for Mu Chun, this matter is not that complicated at all, and it is not a bad idea to accompany him through the current difficult time until there is no better way to help Xiao Hai.

As for what others say, he doesn't care, and he doesn't have time to care.

At half past three in the afternoon, the winter rain continued

Mu Chun thought about asking Liu Mei to borrow an umbrella, so that she could rush back to the hospital immediately, maybe there would be patients coming to the hospital before getting off work, and if he couldn't show up in the outpatient room in time, he would still come to the hospital on such days

After all, I am still a little worried about Chu Sisi and Liu Dan, after all, one is not from medical school, and the other is extremely talented but like a child.

I'm afraid that Liu Dan will not be good at studying professional knowledge, and he will only look at the surface of treatment, and it will be troublesome to treat the work of physical and mental health as a university club activity such as [Puzzle Detective Club] or [Drama Club] like Liu Tiantian.

Thinking of this, a woman suddenly came in the rain, passing by Mu Chun sideways, wearing a thick white sweater, showing a slender figure, about the same age as Bai Lu in terms of temperament, maybe a few years younger, the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling, and when she passed by Mu Chun, there was a light and slightly sweet atmosphere.

The woman put away the long-handled umbrella with gold wire on a white background early, the beauty of the umbrella was suffocating, Mu Chun suddenly panicked, how could she look at an umbrella and be fascinated.

"Boss, I want to buy flowers."

"What flowers? Choose it yourself or I'll help you? Send it to a friend or keep it at home? ”

"I just wanted to buy flowers, so I walked in and had a look."

What kind of reason is this, Liu Mei thought.

"Okay, take your pick."

When the woman walked out of the flower shop with the white acacia plum, the umbrella opened next to Mu Chun, and Mu Chun saw the woman's face clearly.

"Little watermelon." Mu Chun shouted.

The woman turned her face slightly when she heard the voice.

Mu Chun was sure that this woman was the little watermelon he had been paying attention to every day for the past few months.

"Hey, aren't you, little watermelon? I, I'm sorry, what a coincidence."

"You are? A fan of someone? ”

The little watermelon put away the umbrella, . Smiled and asked Mu Chun, "So, are you a fan?" ”

"Ah, sort of."

"It's a coincidence that I don't have many followers, and besides, do I look like the one on my phone?"

"It's exactly the same!"

"How so? I think the phone made me ugly, otherwise I would have so few followers. ”

Her fans are really not small in Mu Chun's opinion, how to say that there are tens of thousands, but it seems that Hu Peng and Li Nan have tens of thousands of Weibo fans, not to mention Ding Jiajun, he almost canceled Weibo, and the number of fans increased by more than 200,000 in a single day, what is this concept?

In this era of popular fan culture, slim and slim can set off such a huge wave with their own strengths, and the number of fans and influence of small watermelon can indeed only be regarded as self-entertainment.

"Well, I was just about to ask about the charity hike."

As soon as Mu Chun spoke, Xiao Watermelon's mobile phone rang, and she said with a smile: "The Didi driver has arrived, I'll leave first, there is still something to do." ”

After speaking, Mu Chun was left with a particularly warm smile.

After seeing the little watermelon get into the car, this winter rain actually stopped.

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