Chapter 311 Before There Is a Better Way

What is written on the [Death Certificate]?

Lao Qian thought this was really funny and a bit embarrassing for him. As one of the necessary props, the [Death Certificate] is much more useful than the content inside. After a person dies, without the [Death Certificate], the body cannot be moved!

But what is written on the [Death Certificate] is really unimportant to Lao Qian. As long as the basic information of the deceased, such as name, gender, age, date of birth, date of death, is not wrong, and all other blanks are filled in, it's done. Who would take the [Death Certificate] to do reading comprehension? It's not tested in the exam.

"It's just respiratory failure, respiratory arrest, etc., they are all the same." Lao Qian answered with a stiff face.

"Does the family members go to the community hospital and the street to handle it themselves?" Mu Chun asked again.

Lao Qian was a little impatient. Don't you know it? What's wrong? It's been a short time since the rules changed. This rule may not change until Lao Qian dies.

Mu Chun didn't know what was wrong with him. Maybe it was because Christmas was approaching or the end of the year was approaching, and he felt a little lonely.

It seems that there is a special sense of loneliness in this season, and loneliness and death are particularly close on a certain emotional level, making it difficult for people to ignore them.

It is precisely because of this that humans always try to avoid loneliness just like trying to avoid thinking about death.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun was worried about Xiao Hai again. Xiao Hai would go home alone and spend Christmas alone. It would not be a problem.

A 12-year-old boy.

Thinking of this, Mu Chun called Ding Jiajun. Ding Jiajun said on the other end of the phone that he would invite Xiao Hai to visit his home. Anyway, he was alone, and if possible, he would draw or listen to music with him.

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

"Don't say that, I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing. He seems to have completely regarded you as his dead father."

When Ding Jiajun said this, there was no teasing in his heart, unlike the last time he deliberately said something like Mu Chun was not bad as a father.

"I'm not sure if this is appropriate, after all, his situation is different from yours."

Mu Chun stood under the awning at the entrance of the flower shop, and the raindrops made a noisy sound.

"Maybe I'll tell him when the time is right. But I don't think it's right now. Thank you, Dr. Mu."

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

"That's it. For the time being, I don't have a better way. The child still has to prepare for the competition. If he collapses now, I don't know what will happen."

Mu Chun thought of what Xiao Hai said at school-I just want my dad to like my performance, and all my performances are for my dad.

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 father before the end of the competition.

Ding Jiajun asked Mu Chun with concern whether this would affect his daily work, especially professional rules.

Mu Chun shook his head on the phone. He naturally understood that this kind of treatment relationship was really special. If someone wanted to criticize or make trouble, he would have no way to explain it.

How to explain it? A minor patient calls the doctor dad, and the doctor becomes a dad peacefully?

Not to mention that others will look at him with strange eyes, even if Chu Xiaofeng knows about it, the teacher will want to know why he does this.

But for Mu Chun, this matter is not that complicated at all. Before there is a better way to help Xiao Hai, it is not a bad idea to accompany him through the difficult time.

As for what others say, he doesn't care, and he has no time to care.

It was 3:30 in the afternoon, and the winter rain was drizzling.

Mu Chun thought about asking Liu Mei to borrow an umbrella so that he could rush back to the hospital immediately. Maybe there will be patients coming to the hospital before get off work. If he can't show up in the outpatient department in time for those who come to the hospital on such days,

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

I am afraid that Liu Dandan will not study professional knowledge well, and only look at the surface when seeing treatment. It will be troublesome to treat the work of the psychosomatic department as a university club activity like [Mystery Detective Agency] or [Drama Club] like Liu Tiantian.

Thinking of this, a woman suddenly walked in the rain and passed by Mu Chun sideways. She was wearing a thick white sweater, which made her figure look more slender. From her temperament, she looked about the same age as Bai Lu, maybe a few years younger. The corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling, and when she passed by Mu Chun, she exuded a faint and sweet air.

The woman had put away her long-handled umbrella with a white background and gold threads early. The umbrella was so beautiful that it was suffocating. Mu Chun suddenly panicked. Why was he fascinated by an umbrella?

"Boss, I want to buy flowers."

"What flowers? Do you choose them yourself or do you want me to choose them for you? Do you want to give them to friends or keep them at home?"

"I just want to buy flowers, so I came in to take a look."

What kind of reason is this, Liu Mei thought.

"Well, pick whatever you want."

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

"Little Watermelon." Mu Chun shouted.

The woman turned her head 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? Sorry, what a coincidence."

"You are? A fan?"

Little Watermelon put away her umbrella and asked Muchun with a smile, "So, you are a fan?"

"Ah, I guess so."

"That's really a coincidence. I don't have many fans. Besides, do I look like the one on my phone?"

"Exactly the same!"

"How could that be? I think my phone made me ugly. Otherwise, why would I have so few fans?"

Her fans are not few in Muchun's opinion. There are tens of thousands of them. However, it seems that Hu Peng and Li Nan have tens of thousands of fans on Weibo. Not to mention Ding Jiajun, he almost cancelled his Weibo account. The number of fans increased by more than 200,000 in a single day. What does this mean?

In this era where fan culture is popular, Tingting Yuli can create such a huge storm with her own strengths. Little Watermelon's number of fans and influence can only be regarded as self-entertainment level.

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

Just as Mu Chun started to speak, Xiao Xigua's phone rang. She smiled and said, "The Didi driver is here. I'm leaving first. I have something else to do."

After saying that, she gave Mu Chun a particularly warm smile.

After watching Xiao Xigua get on the car, the winter rain stopped unexpectedly.