Chapter 500 Morgue
Hospital, morgue.
As soon as Fang Lai’er’s big brother walked in, he shifty-eyed and shrank his neck.
The doctor leading the way wore a mask, walking with a gust of wind, chilly.
They often say morgues are full of yin energy, if a person stays too long they are also filled with the aura of death.
Fang Family’s big brother pinched his nose and shouted, "Is it really necessary to take it today?"
The doctor’s voice was hoarse, "You have already issued the death certificate, what are you staying here for? Quickly arrange the funeral."
"If you want to do a good deed, you could donate organs, although it’s often said that some people bear heavy grudges. After organ donation, the recipient may develop memories that are not their own."
Fang Family’s big brother’s expression froze.
"What nonsense are you spouting? You’re a doctor."
The person ahead, in swirling white robes, didn’t even turn his head, but laughed coldly, "Come here a few more times and you’ll know everything; why is it that things science can’t explain are called superstition? Isn’t it just to avoid scaring people witless."
"Shut up!"
Fang Family’s big brother tightened his clothes around him.