Seeing that the girl was not only not as unreasonable as she imagined, but was very reasonable, she was really sympathetic and sighed and said, "Little girl, I don't know what your relationship is with the deceased, but the body of the patient who died of severe internal bleeding is in a state. Well, how to say it, it's very, very embarrassed.

After death, due to changes in the air pressure in the body, blood pressure and gastrointestinal contents will flow out. In addition, the patient had just undergone surgery, and he looked even more, alas.

In a while, workers will send the deceased to the morgue. You'd better ask those masters who specialize in caring for the body to help you and then pay attention to the remains.

Let me introduce you to a person who is a Taoist priest who was a serious disciple of the State Religious Administration. By the way, he also helped to wear corpses. He has been doing it for decades..."

"Doctor, I want to give it to you myself, to personally clean up the New Year and send him the last journey." The beautiful woman interrupted Nie Wenfang's words in a low voice.

Nie Wenfang sighed again when she heard this and persuaded: "Girl, I understand your mood.

However, dead people are different from living people. The body will be stiff very quickly, and some static reactions may occur before, and it will be difficult for people with inexperienced to treat the body.

Besides, you should have a close relationship with the deceased and you can't stand it when cleaning it. If an accident occurs during the move and damage the body, it will be bad.

Also, the deceased does not die naturally. It is better to rest your soul first and then meet with you relatives and friends.

I am not superstitious about this, but respecting the old customs of our country. Otherwise, you should think about it carefully.”

Hearing this, the companion beside him also advised: "Sister Guozi, the doctor is right.

If there is nothing else, I am afraid of touching and falling on the boss, the boss will be in bad health.”;

"Fruit, I know you want to do your best to celebrate New Year's greetings. In fact, we all think, but really, we don't have this technology. If you want to make New Year's greetings go well, you still have to let professionals come."

"Sister Guozi, when Master Lirong helps brother clean up, isn't it the same for us to send him the last journey?"...

Song Guoer was originally a person with a firm will and insisted on his own opinions, but after calming down, she felt that she was really not sure to stay calm when cleaning the body for her lover. In order to send the dead away smoothly, she had to nod and said, "Okay, doctor, how can you contact the Taoist priest you just mentioned?"

"I really don't have his contact information here." Nie Wenfang shook his head and said, when he accidentally saw Zhang Chujiu passing outside the corridor. He was stunned at first, and then shouted anxiously: "Chujiu, wait, such a coincidence, why did you guy come here?"

Zhang Chujiu, who was deliberately walking back and forth outside the ICU, stopped hearing this, looked at Nie Wenfang and said, "Grandma Nie, Aunt Liu is on duty today. I'll see if Tianyu and his mother are in the hospital. I want to find him to go to the game hall..."

"What kind of game hall is still so ignorant when I'm in junior high school. I just want to play games all day long." Nie Wenfang waved his hand and interrupted him, "Come here quickly, there's something serious for you to do."

"I finally had a summer vacation, what's wrong with playing games?" Zhang Chujiu muttered in a low voice when he heard this, came to Nie Wenfang, pretended to be scared, and secretly looked at the gang members beside him and said, "What's the matter, Grandma Nie?"

"That's right," Nie Wenfang pointed to Song Guoer and his companions and said, "These relatives and friends of these young people have died. I want your grandfather to help recitate the soul and recite scriptures for the deceased, and then clean up the general.

Change the deceased into a decent dress and put it on the road.”

"That's it." Zhang Chujiu scratched his head and said quickly as he was in his memorization: "It costs 300 yuan to be a temple for chanting scriptures and requiem.

It costs 200 yuan to clean the remains, and there are difficult-to-treat bodies such as burns or bedsores, depending on the situation, 300 to 500 yuan.

The makeup of the body is usually 100 yuan, and if there are burns or car accidents, 200 to 600 yuan depending on the situation.

The packages sent are from traditional shrouds ranging from 150 to 350. Those who like suits can also use suits for 100 to 500 yuan, and shoes..."

"Okay, okay, everything is the most expensive," a young man with a gloomy face and thin body interrupted his nagging, "We can buy the shoes ourselves, just put them on."

"Then you will have a total of 1,400 yuan. You will be charged 1,300 yuan at a discount, and you will wear it for free." Zhang Chujiu calculated, "Does the deceased have any religious beliefs? You have no taboos."

When the thin young man heard this, he took out his wallet from his pocket, took out all the money inside, and handed it to Zhang Chujiu and said: "The business on the main road is not a taboo.

All this money is given to you, so don’t need to find it. Remember to let our boss leave peacefully and decently." As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Zhang Chujiu took the money and nodded and replied: "Yes, yes, sure, sure.

Please rest assured, my family is a serious "destiny temple" and my grandfather is a Taoist priest who was granted by the state.

After decades of operation, the deceased will definitely make the decent and 'go on the road' without regrets." Then he said to Nie Wenfang, "Grandma Nie, I will go home and tell my grandfather first that I will go to work hard." He turned around and trotted towards the stairwell.

After leaving the surgical building, he ran wildly. A few minutes later, Zhang Chujiu had already returned home, walked through the store, ran into the backyard and shouted: "Grandpa, grandpa, that black boss is really not good. He just swallowed his breath and our 'business' comes to the door."

"That's good." Zhang Xiangang had already put on his Taoist robe in advance, and walked out of the side room with an old suitcase two feet wide, one foot long and a half feet tall. He asked Zhang Chujiu through the moonlight, "Are you ready?"

Zhang Chujiu was thinking about whether to tell his grandfather the extra tip Gu Shi. Seeing Zhang Xiangang's solemn expression, he was shocked, and his face was joyful, and his impetuous expression suddenly disappeared. He took a deep breath, calmed down, nodded vigorously and said, "It's ready."
Chapter completed!