Chapter 187 This Patient Is Very Famous

Liu Zhi knew that Chen Anni liked Ding Jiajun more, and he had always been silently waiting by their side. He had never thought of stealing her love. He was just single. Since he had someone he loved in his heart and she was happy, why did he have to take her for himself?

Single for a lifetime, love her for a lifetime, think about her, and travel the world.

Liu Zhi's romance is as beautiful and dreamy as his works.

The pinnacle of romance is the unanimous evaluation of his paintings by critics.

"Is Anni okay in Italy? Why did you come back alone?"

"Seven, what are you talking about?"

Ding Jiajun forced a smile. He knew that Liu Zhi had always loved Chen Anni, and he had always been the winner, but it was a pity that the victory at the beginning was always difficult to maintain until the end.

In front of the winner, Ding Jiajun's smile was already a spent force.

"I don't allow you to joke about the dead Anni, even if it's crazy talk."

Dead Anni? How could it be the dead Anni?

Ding Jiajun felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the red copper pipe in front of him seemed to suddenly crack, bursting out bright red blood, blood, blood.

Then, Ding Jiajun fainted.

When he woke up, he seemed to have forgotten about it and quietly completed the discharge procedures. His parents thought nothing had happened to him, and that he was just overtired.

"Sleep well?"

Mu Chun asked again. He had remembered who this person was. Wasn't this person the customer he met in the flower shop?

He looked like a ghost and suddenly disappeared in the night rain.

"Yes, sleep well."

"Then what's wrong?"

Ding Jiajun shook his head, "I want to ask if the hospital can issue a death certificate."

"Death certificate?"

Mu Chun opened the drawer and looked for something in the drawer.

"Yeah, yes."

"Are you talking about this thing?"

Mu Chun took a piece of printing paper and wrote four words on it with a black marker [Death Certificate].

"Yes, I want this."

Mu Chun nodded and turned the paper to himself.

"Whose death certificate?"

"Ding Jiajun."

Chu Sisi did not hear wrongly. The patient's name was exactly his own.

Chu Sisi looked at Mu Chun, who didn't look at her or Ding Jiajun. He didn't seem surprised at all.

"Is it written like this?"

The three words Ding Jiajun and the four words [Death Certificate] were written on the paper together.

"Yes, that's right."

"Very good, finally, you need to tell me what the cause of death was."

"Car accident."

Ding Jiajun answered quickly, as if this was a fact known to everyone.

"Have you been to other departments?"

Ding Jiajun shook his head.

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Yes, I want my own death certificate. I went to the funeral home to ask, and they couldn't explain it clearly, but it is obvious that a [Death Certificate] is required to proceed."

"What do you need to proceed with?"

"Funeral clothes, hearse, coffin, body transportation, farewell ceremony, coffin box, cemetery selection, funeral, cremation box, burial of ashes."

"You want to complete these things yourself?"

Mu Chun held his chin, looking relaxed as if he was discussing an activity plan with Ding Jiajun.

"Well, shouldn't I do it myself?"

"Generally speaking, the dead won't do these things for themselves, because it's not convenient."

"It's very convenient for me, not inconvenient."

A very faint smile flashed across Ding Jiajun's face, pulling the skin at the corners of his mouth. That inch of skin looked like it hadn't been pulled upward for a long time.

"This kind of thing requires professional guidance. Why don't I do part of the process for you?"

"No, I think I can do everything myself, and I can do it well."

"Of course not, you still need help."

Mu Chun didn't continue to pay attention to Ding Jiajun, but put him aside, and quickly listed more than a dozen items on a new white paper.

Each item had only a few simple words. After listing from the beginning to the end, Mu Chun raised the white paper and slapped it on the table in front of Ding Jiajun.

"Look at it one by one, I'll tell you, you definitely need my help."

Ding Jiajun nodded reluctantly.

"For example, [Negotiating Funeral Agreement], you can complete this by yourself, I'll tick it for you."

"Second item, clean and dress yourself, how are you going to dress yourself when you die, tick it."

Mu Chun also specifically pointed out [Decorating the Farewell Hall] and [Coffin Makeup]. You definitely can't put on makeup by yourself, how can you put on makeup for yourself.

"Yes, I can't put on makeup for myself, I'm already dead."

"Finally, you can come here on Wednesday to get the [Death Certificate], at 10 am on Wednesday, you won't get it if you're late."

"Okay."

Ding Jiajun stood up politely and bowed stiffly to Mu Chun.

In Chu Sisi's opinion, this scene really looked a bit like a farewell to a body.

Crazy, someone must have gone crazy this morning.

It must be Mu Chun, either herself or Mu Chun.

When Liu Dandan ran up, she bumped into Ding Jiajun and recognized him at a glance.

"Isn't this the illustrator of 'Mechanical Boy'?"

Liu Dandan happily pulled Mu Chun's arm and swung it around.

"Hey, don't you know? This is a very cyberpunk science fiction book. How should I put it? It's a bit like the kind of movie books published before. They are all paintings, but when combined together they look like It’s like watching a movie.”

"Is that a comic?"

Chu Sisi asked.

"No, no, forget it, I can't describe it to you. I even asked him for an autograph at the science fiction conference last year. Oh my God, he even shook my hand when I signed the autograph. I didn't want to wash my hands for a week. I really wanted to Ask him how the mechanical and humanoid designs are so perfectly integrated. Cyberpunk is a very small niche here. You probably only know one movie, Cameron's "Battle Angel: Ali". "Tower", which is somewhat similar to this one. Unfortunately, there is no news about the filming of Alita 3 yet. It is said that Cameron Studio intends to buy the movie rights of "Robo Boy". Oh my god, you guys don't do this Seven master know."

"Did anything happen to him?"

Chu Sisi asked.

"Yes, "Mechanical Boy - The First Space Station" was originally going to be published in February next year, but in the spring, probably around the Qingming Festival, Seven had a car accident and his girlfriend died on the spot. He seemed to have been hospitalized for a long time. Fans I have been urging for a long time, but Seven’s Weibo has not been updated since that day, and fans finally stopped urging. The publisher said last month that the artist would be replaced.”

"Change the painter? Hasn't he been discharged from the hospital and recovered?"

Muchun seemed to be very curious about this question. He turned his face and looked at Liu Dandan stupidly.