Divorce contract: President please sign

"President Shen, long time no see."

The expression on Ji Xiu's face was a very polite smile, indifferent, without much sincerity.

Shen Boyan also stretched out his hand, "Long time no see."

After the two shook hands, there was actually nothing to say to each other. There was never a very cordial relationship between the two of them.

So Ji Xiu immediately started to talk about the business, "I have communicated with the funeral home just now, and now I will go to the cold storage to confirm that the body is correct, and they will take it to the funeral home for storage. President Mo... just gave birth again, so The exact time of the memorial service has not yet been determined. When is it convenient for Mr. Mo, we will notify the funeral home and they will make preparations. I will follow up on the details. If you think there is no problem. "

Ji Xiu's speech was not in a hurry, but the order of the matter was very clear.

After Shen Boyan heard this, he nodded, "There is no need to inform again. Chang'an will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and the memorial service should be held the day after tomorrow. It's not good if it takes too long."

After all, it is impossible to delay until the first seven days have passed.

Ji Xiu hummed, "Okay, then I'll just let you know. As for the details of the memorial service and funeral, I decided to choose a Western-style one. I will contact the pastor and the band, because after all, Mrs. She was a devout Christian during her lifetime."

Shen Boyan nodded, "Okay, I'll do as you said."

"Then let's go to the cold storage now, and we can almost start talking." Jing Zhe glanced at his watch and said so.

He took Shen Boyan and Ji Xiu together and walked towards the back of the hospital.

This is Shen Boyan's first visit to the hospital's cold storage, which is the morgue.

This place always gives people a gloomy feeling. It seems that the temperature is a little lower than outside. Although the bright lights are on, the light from the incandescent lamp is cold, which makes people feel that the temperature is lower.

The people in the funeral home were obviously already familiar with the people in the cold storage, because they often had to pick up the remains from the hospital to the funeral home, so when Shen Boyan and the others arrived, the people in the funeral home were already handing over the people in the cold storage.

Seeing them coming, they went straight into the cold storage.

Inside is a kind of cabinet with one wall, with doors one by one, and a long metal board can be pulled out from the inside when the door is opened. The people lying on it and covered with white cloth are all people who have left this world. remains.

People from the cold storage walked in, Shen Boyan and the others followed, and came to a cabinet door. The staff glanced at the number on the cabinet door, checked that the number on the death file was correct, opened the cabinet door and walked in. A body was pulled out of it.

Uncovered the white cloth.

Shen Boyan quietly looked at the woman's face, her face was slightly blue like that only dead people have, without any blood color, her eyes were closed, she was already lifeless, but she didn't feel cold and scary, on the contrary, she was peaceful peace.

"Well, it's her."

Shen Boyan nodded, and the funeral home staff began to work.

Shen Boyan, Jing Zhe and Ji Xiu went outside together.

"The things here, if you don't worry, I can take care of it. You should, do you have other things to do?"

After Ji Xiu said this, Shen Boyan could vaguely hear the friendliness in his tone.

He did have work to do, Bai Ye woke up, he didn't have time to visit anything, Chang'an and his daughter were still in the hospital, and there were so many business matters...

Shen Boyan thought for a moment, then nodded, "Then I will trouble you."

After coming out of the cold storage, he went to the inpatient department with Jing Zhe.

Bai Ye has woken up, and stayed in the ICU for another night of observation. Today, he has been transferred to the single ward of neurosurgery, which is in Jing Zhe's department.

After arriving at the department with Jing Zhe, I saw Zhu Danyang and Miya in the hall. They were talking about something, which should be discussing the case.

Seeing Jing Zhe and Shen Boyan coming in, Zhu Danyang looked over, with a hint of sadness and exhaustion in his eyes.

She didn't sleep well all night, and she always felt that it was her own fault that made Qiao Wei...go so fast. At the beginning, she clearly promised Chang'an that she would take good care of Aunt Qiao.

"Yangyang."

Jing Zhe walked up, touched her face lightly, and then shook her hand. Her fingers were slightly cold, and her complexion was not very good. "Go back and rest early, don't be tired."

Zhu Danyang shook his head lightly, "I'm fine."

Turning his eyes, he looked at Shen Boyan, "Is everything... finished?"

She asked about Qiao Wei's body, Shen Boyan nodded, "Well, don't worry."

Shen Boyan's voice was gentle, and he knew that Zhu Danyang and Mo Chang'an had a close relationship, and that she was so sad and tired now, it must have something to do with Qiao Wei's matter.

"Chang'an...is she... okay?"

Zhu Danyang asked again.

"It's fine. The mother and daughter are safe. Little Pudding is very healthy and cute. You...you can go and have a look. If you go, Chang'an will definitely be very happy."

During Chang'an's labor pains, both Shijiu and Aike had been there, but Shangchen was still abroad because of his schedule and couldn't come.

Zhu Danyang nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Then, let me go."

Turning to look at Jing Zhe, "I'll ask for leave first."

"Well, it's okay, you go, do you want me to take you? Or do you drive by yourself?"

Jing Zhe felt sorry for her, so naturally she did what she said.

Zhu Danyang didn't speak, just reached into the pocket of his white coat, took out his car keys skillfully, turned around and walked towards the doctor's locker room.

Jing Zhe looked at her back, feeling very distressed.

"She was very sad because of Qiao Wei."

Jingzhe said so.

Shen Boyan sighed softly, "These sisters are entangled with each other, she is the closest to Chang'an, that's why they are so sad."

Jing Zhe didn't turn his eyes to look at Miya until Zhu Danyang's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, "How is Bai Ye?"

"He...you can find out by yourself."

With a slight smile on Miya's face, she pointed to the direction of the ward of Bai Ye.

Shen Boyan and Jing Zhe also walked over there.

In the ward, it was quiet, only the sound of pages being turned, as if time had become quiet and slowed down.

The man sitting on the hospital bed still had a thin face, but he didn't seem so weak anymore.

Instead of being tormented by headaches that always make people suffer like hell, Bai Ye's spirit seems to have improved a lot, and his complexion has also improved a lot.

The gauze is still wrapped on the head, but it is not so thick. There is still an oxygen tube on the nose, but there are not so many instruments connected to the body.

He looks good.

Sitting there quietly reading a book, holding a book of Tagore's flying birds in his hand, his eyes are clear and calm.

The eyes are no longer the blank and out-of-focus holes, the distant and deep eyes are like the surface of a calm lake.

His low voice whispered a sentence in a pleasant Cockney accent.

"Asks-the-Possible-to-the-Impossible, Where-is-your-dwelling-place? In-the-dreams-of-the-impotent, comes-the-answer."