Chapter 234: The Morgue
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Mom, don’t be angry, I have something good to tell you.”
Lan Tingyun smiled in panic.
“What else could you be up to?”
Zhao Xiumei was confused.
She had had enough of them. Lan Anran bullied her and this useless son didn’t care!
“Mom, of course there is such a good thing. Tingyi is working well in the hospital and he takes the initiative to work overtime everyday. I can tell that he is starting to change.”
Lan Yanran was pleased.
Lan Anran was puzzled. Lan Tingyi was always dependent on his mother in his past life, how could he be willing to work?
“Oh my goodness! There’s such a good thing? The heavens have opened their eyes!”
Zhao Xiumei smiled, thinking that the old man in the sky was blessing her son.
“Good, good! Tingyun, you have to hurry, you have to get my house back.”
Zhao Xiumei was always thinking about her old house. How could she just sell it like that?
“Mom, the house has been remodeled. It doesn’t look like it used to.”
Lan Tingyun was helpless.
“I don’t care. As long as the foundation is still intact, that house will be the Lan Family’s old mansion.”
Zhao Xiumei was very stubborn.
“Okay, okay! I will definitely get it done!” Lan Tingyun replied perfunctorily.
Lan Anran wasn’t in the mood to care about Zhao Xiumei. She wanted to go to the hospital to see what Lan Tingyi was up to!
In the hospital.
Lan Tingyi bought professional surgical tools from the black market and brought them to the hospital. To outsiders, they said that they were used for work, so no one noticed.
He hadn’t done surgery for many years and was still a little scared after coming into contact with the corpse.
Corpses in the mortuary were usually stored for three to five days, so in order to ensure the effectiveness of the practice, Lan Tingyi deliberately chose a patient with liver cancer who had just died.
He bowed to the corpse and muttered something.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to practice. I didn’t mean to offend you!”
After Lan Tingyi finished speaking, he picked up the scalpel and gestured at the corpse.
After two hours of practice, Lan Tingyi sutured the corpse smoothly, leaving no trace.
The next day, Lan Tingyi waited to get off work after the last handover.
“These are the family members of the patient from yesterday,” the hospital’s Consul said.
Lan Tingyi thought about it, there was only one yesterday and it should be the one he was practicing with.
He pushed the body out and handed it to the woman in front of him.
The woman hugged the corpse and cried for a while before taking it away. She didn’t find anything strange, which made Lan Tingyi secretly happy. This was the second time he had done such a thing and he was getting bolder.
….
In a cafe in Rong City, Fatty and Lan Anran were drinking coffee.
“Boss, why did you arrange to meet me here?”
Fatty drank a mouthful of coffee and smiled.
“It’s not convenient at home. Tonight, you and I will visit the hospital’s mortuary.”
Lan Anran stirred her coffee seriously.
“The mortuary?”
A trace of fear appeared on Fatty’s face.
“Are you scared?” Lan Anran smiled and said.
“No, why would I be afraid of someone lying down? But why would you go there? Do you have any clues about Xiang Tian?”
Fatty smiled.
“No, I’m just going to take a look. I need your help to act out a scene,” Lan Anran smiled and said.
When Fatty saw Lan Anran’s indifferent smile, he knew that she didn’t have good intentions.
“Boss, can’t we go during the day? I’m not afraid, I’m just afraid of disturbing their rest.”
In order to conceal his fear, Fatty pretended to drink coffee and spoke.
“It doesn’t have much effect in the day, but it can only be used at night.”
Lan Anran stood up to leave.
“Boss, are we leaving just like that?”
Fatty was puzzled.
“I’ll buy you an outfit.”
Lan Anran smiled and turned to the counter to pay.
“Okay, okay! Wait for me!”
Fatty drank all the coffee in one go, wiped his mouth, and left.
Lan Anran brought Fatty to the department store, but they weren’t shopping for clothes. Instead, they bought some costumes, or more accurately, some props.
“Boss, didn’t you say you were bringing me to buy clothes? What are these things?” Fatty asked curiously.
“This is your outfit, it’s going to be used tonight.”
Lan Anran chose a few sets for Fatty to try and chose one of the white dresses for herself and went to pay the bill.
“Boss, are you going to act in the mortuary?” Fatty joked.
“Yeah!”
In the blink of an eye, it was night again. Lan Tingyi had just arrived at the hospital and was preparing to dissect the patient. This time, it was a girl, probably in her teens. He held a cold scalpel and his technique gradually became familiar.
He didn’t notice the voice outside the door at all.
Lan Anran and Fatty had sneaked into the hospital. Li Yueru was on duty today, but she wouldn’t supervise the mortuary, so Lan Anran slipped in easily.
She saw that the lights in the mortuary were off, but the door was ajar. Lan Tingyi must have left it deliberately so that he could react quickly if someone entered.
Lan Anran didn’t act rashly, hiding in Lan Tingyi’s on-call room.
“Boss, what are we doing?” Fatty whispered.
“Change your clothes first!”
Lan Anran instructed as she browsed the registration form on her desk. She noticed that Lan Tingyi had made a tick behind several people.. The dates were close, but there wasn’t any pattern.