"Of course I'll be back before the end of the month. I've been invited to attend the launching ceremony of the charity star selection at the end of the year. Do you want to come with me?"

Muchun had no idea what Zhang Wenwen was talking about, what kind of charity star selection~

"What time is the end of the year in your dictionary? Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, doesn't it count as the end of the year?"

Seeing that Muchun was a little anxious, Zhang Wenwen changed his playful smile and said seriously, "Did something happen in the hospital?"

"No, I always feel that you shouldn't be too far away from your patients or for too long, but maybe you are different from me, and our work responsibilities are still different."

"Okay, I can't hide it from you. I'll be flying back in a minute. We're going to spend Christmas Eve together."

After saying that, Zhang Wenwen said he had to catch a plane and cut off the video call.

Muchun continued to walk on the way back to the hospital under the dark clouds. Suddenly, a drop of icy rain with the smell of concrete fell on the tip of his nose.

Then there was another drop, then two drops, the winter rain chased the cold wind. This was not the smell of Christmas. It was clearly raining during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road felt like they were dying.

When we trotted to the hospital, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mu Chun could only cover a few hairs with the takeout box on his head, so when he passed Liu Mei's flower shop, Mu Chun pushed open the glass door and walked in.

"Isn't this spring? You didn't bring an umbrella?"

Liu Mei said hello cheerfully and then focused her attention on the calculator in front of her. She kept saying, "This old money wants to cheat me."

After a while, Xiao Zhang, who was only wearing a thin round-neck sweater, pushed the door open and said, "Ah, Muchun, are you here to help? The old man is almost going crazy with his work. He was still talking about you in the morning. Why is the help coming?

Get up and buy one, get one free, and when you can’t find it, there’s no one who can help.”

As Xiao Zhang spoke, he took out a few carnations and lilies with some yellowing at the tips of the petals from the vase. Liu Mei raised her head and complained, "Xiao Zhang, please be quick and just pick a few flowers."

I have said it many times, this kind of flower is not for weddings or for home decoration, you can just grab a few that look different. Why are you so hesitant? You are so busy with money.

Even if you die, you are still lingering here."

Xiao Zhang's lack of dexterity has always been a big problem for Xiao Zhang, but Xiao Zhang is serious and honest in his work, and Liu Mei only nags a few words on weekdays. If Xiao Zhang is not here to help, neither Liu Mei nor Lao Qian will be able to help.

I got a helpful helper.

"Speaking of which, things have been really bad recently. The winter solstice passed the day before yesterday, and another old man passed by this morning. It was like an eraser. Nine old men have died in the past two months."

"Isn't the old man crazy about being busy?" Muchun said casually.

"Yes, isn't it? You are busy every day and you don't go to help him. It seems that you have found a good place to make money?"

Liu Mei raised her eyes to look at Muchun, and threw the calculator in her hand into the basket beside her angrily.

"However, they are all very old people. The oldest one is over 90 years old. They have been paralyzed in bed for several years. The children at home can't stand it anymore. Isn't it true that there are no filial sons in bedside for a long time? Old money really likes to do it.

There is nothing fussy about this kind of funeral. The price is usually negotiated and the price is quite high.

But this community originally believed in longevity, but recently one after another, it feels like the old ones are gone, and it’s the turn of the semi-aging ones like us.”

Liu Mei sighed, turned around, moved a basket of white chrysanthemums to the glass door, and said to Xiao Zhang: "These will all be put into the flower basket in a moment."

As soon as Liu Mei finished explaining, she saw Lao Qian walking in. Lao Qian, whose left sleeve and clothes were all wet, saw Mu Chun when he entered the door, "Ah, Xiao Ding is amazing. It turns out that he is really a famous painter. There are many people now."

People ask him to paint portraits, and I really didn’t expect that this business would be so easy to do.”

"Isn't that a lot of money divided into old money? It can be regarded as extra income. You don't have to spend much effort on this part of the income, right?"

Muchun joked with a smile.

"You can't say that. He only cares about his own makeup and painting. He has a bad sense of time and so on. I have been helping to look after him. I have to help him with everything in the funeral parlor, and occasionally treat him to a meal.

, buy some milk tea snacks and other things to send to everyone, aren’t they all followed by me!

What does he know? He only knows how to draw. Sometimes he looks pitiful to other people’s children and doesn’t charge a penny for finishing the painting. He even gives money to other people’s children to buy things and treat them to meals. You think this kind of painter is thinking

What is it?

By the way, does Chun have time to help? I suddenly received another call. Grandpa of the old Chen family is gone. He was supposed to be a centenarian after the end of the year."

As soon as Lao Qian finished speaking, Liu Mei shouted, "What? Grandpa Chen is gone? He will be 100 years old soon. There are still a few days left, one week, one week left before he is 100 years old. I still have

I wish I could have a bowl of noodles and a snack or something!”

"Yeah, the 10th one. I'm a little panicked when my business is good recently. I don't rush to increase the prices at all. The 1688 package is directly given to the 2288 items. The old man is dead, which is very scary."

Lao Qian looked very sad when he said this, and was scolded by Liu Mei, "Don't talk so eloquently about what you are talking about. Are you afraid of death? If you are afraid of death, you should stop doing business."

"It's not that I'm afraid of death." Lao Qian was tired from his work and couldn't bear to hear Liu Mei criticize him like this.

"It's not just that you're afraid of death. I'd say a rich man would also be afraid of this kind of thing. Don't be superstitious, but believe in science."

Liu Mei suddenly put on a dashing and heroic posture like a female scientific warrior, and Mu Chun secretly cheered.

"Chun, can you help me? I can give you some extra money, just help me keep an eye on it. I just can't get away from it. I called Jiajun yesterday. He also said that it is the peak season recently compared to going to other places.

At home, he seems to prefer the funeral parlor, where he can also be weird."

“Are all these old people seriously ill?”

Muchun asked.

Lao Qian shook his head, "How should I put it? Most of them are bedridden all year round. Some are not physically ill, but are paralyzed after a stroke. Some can get up and walk occasionally, but have to stay in bed most of the time. Some are young.

My legs and feet are a little better, and I can occasionally go downstairs to bask in the sun. It doesn’t look like I’m going to die suddenly. But what the elderly can’t explain is that especially in winter, the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases are very fragile. Sometimes

A person with a cerebral hemorrhage will die if the rescue is not timely."

"There are also high blood pressure and heart disease." Muchun continued.

"Yes, it's best to die at the end of your life. However, recently, a few old people have also died while sleeping. They said they fell asleep after dinner in the afternoon, and then the nanny called them during dinner and couldn't wake them up."

“What does the death certificate say?”
Chapter completed!