hello fireman

Chapter 199

The unrecognizable Four Horse Road has only a five-six-meter lane for vehicles and residents of the nearby community to pass. The street lights have long been off due to construction. I can vaguely see the outline in front of me.

The place where the accident happened was the entrance and exit of a construction site on Fourth Main Road. A muck truck was parked in the middle of the road, its lights flickering, and there was no one in the cab.

There were many people at the scene of the car accident, and Sun Datong pulled a traffic policeman who was handling the accident with a stretcher on his shoulder, and asked where he was.

The traffic policeman pointed to the rear of the car that caused the accident, and said in a regretful tone: "The person under the rear wheel is already dead."

Sun Datong muttered that he must be dead, otherwise why would they come here.

"Miguo, let's go, we can work now." Sun Datong gestured towards Miguo.

Mi Guo followed Sun Datong to the past, and while Sun Datong and the relevant personnel were going through the normal handover procedures, she went to the scene of the accident to see if she could do something first.

The deceased was lying horizontally on the bottom of the car, unable to see his face clearly, holding an overturned insulated lunch box in one hand, and the rice cracker smelled of broth.

Because of the crushing of the wheels, the head of the deceased was severely deformed, and the ground was stained red by the dripping blood.Based on clothing and shoes, she identified the deceased as an older woman.

Outside the isolation zone, there are crowds watching and discussing.

"Unlucky, something like this happened."

"I heard that this woman is a resident of a nearby community. She is retired and lives alone."

"It is said that he is quite nice, and his cooking skills are particularly good. Before retiring, he was a chef in a state-owned restaurant. My grandson really likes to eat the steamed buns there."

"It's so miserable, my head was crushed!"

"I was scared to death. I was on the opposite side when the accident happened. I heard that the person's head was crushed, and my legs immediately went limp."

Mi Guo's knees also softened, the ground was flat and there were no potholes, but for no reason, she suddenly swayed and fell to the ground.

Sun Datong, who happened to see this scene, exclaimed in shock: "Miguo—"

The next day.

A patter of cold rain kicked off the rainy season in City A.

Funeral home grooming room.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"The situation is like this. Let's see, who can perform restoration and plastic surgery for the deceased." Guo Taizhuang looked at the qualified plastic surgeons in the museum, his eyes full of expectation.

If it wasn't for the fact that his hand was injured and he couldn't touch the whole container, and Mi Guo still couldn't accept the cruel reality that Yue Tingchuan's aunt had passed away, he would never ask for it from his colleagues.

The room was dull and silent, and those who made eye contact with Guo Taizhuang all lowered their heads.

Wang Xiuna took a deep breath, summoned up her courage and said, "Master Guo, it's not that we don't help, but that we really don't have the ability."

Looking around the entire funeral parlor, except for Guo Taizhuang and Mi Guo, no one was able to take on such a difficult body restoration task.

Wang Xiuna felt powerless, and said sadly: "I can do well with broken legs and feet, but, but it's head restoration, Master Guo, you know my ability best, I can't do it. .”

"Yes, Master Guo, we can't do it."

Colleagues have told the truth.

Guo Taizhuang closed his eyes and sighed. He held his forehead, thought for a moment, and said, "Let me do it. There is no other way."

"How can that be done! Master Guo, you just got stitches on your hand!" Wang Xiuna exclaimed.

Guo Taizhuang looked down at his right hand wrapped in gauze, "Come on slowly, it should be fine."

Wang Xiuna was about to speak out to dissuade her, but she saw Guo Taizhuang's expression on the opposite side froze, and then someone shouted in a low voice: "Miguo—"

What a rice cracker.

Mi Guo standing at the door is still wearing the dress she wore at the banquet yesterday, but it is no longer smooth.Excessive grief and staying up all night made her look particularly haggard, with obvious eye bags, teeth bite marks on her lips, and even her nose was red.

When she saw Guo Taizhuang, tears welled up in her dry and lifeless eyes.

Holding on to the door frame, she said in a hoarse but firm voice, "Master, I'm here to perform plastic surgery for my aunt."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

You must know that they also have an unwritten rule when they are plastic surgeons for the dead body. It is said that the rule is a bit exaggerated, but it is actually personal nature, that is, not to perform plastic surgery on their own relatives.

Because of the plastic surgery for relatives and friends, the feeling is something that others will never understand.Besides, in the face of familiar relatives, grief has already knocked them down, so how can I have the courage to continue working.

What's more, what Miguo is facing is still a severely damaged corpse. Can she bear it?
Guo Taizhuang waved at Mi Guo, motioning for her to come in first.

Mi Guo walked into the plastic surgery room with his head down, and Guo Taizhuang pulled out the chair, "Sit down and have a rest."

He turned his head, "Let's go, today's matter will cause trouble for everyone."

"You're welcome, we're the ones who're sorry." The colleagues who couldn't help came over to appease Mi Guo, and then they all dispersed.

Wang Xiuna poured two cups of hot water and put them on the table, "I'll go to work first, you guys are chatting."

Guo Taizhuang stuffed the hot water cup into Miguo's hand, "Drink some water, stay up all night, you look haggard."

Mi Guo lowered his head and took a sip of hot water, but he couldn't raise his head for a long time.

In the end, Guo Taizhuang sighed, put his hand on top of her head, and pressed it down, "Child, cry if you want to cry."

It can be seen that Mi Guo has a very close relationship with Yue Tingchuan's aunt, otherwise, he wouldn't be crying from home to the funeral home in the middle of the night.

The moment he saw the body, he couldn't feel as calm as usual, because it was a dear relative of Miguo. Seeing Miguo who was in pain, he felt very uncomfortable.

Mi Guo kept crying, even though Yue Tingchuan rushed over and hugged her, put her head in his arms, and prevented her from seeing the bloody corpse, she still couldn't calm down.

Guo Taizhuang knew that Miguo was stimulated, and she couldn't accept this cruel reality, so what she showed was a series of distressing and pitiful reactions.

"Master." Mi Guo raised his head, with tears shining in his dark eyes, "I can do it, don't worry."

Guo Taizhuang wanted to say something, but after seeing the determination and courage in Mi Guo's eyes, he swallowed back the words of persuasion, "Okay, Master will accompany you."

Because it is very difficult to restore Du Baolin's body, Mi Guo and his master Guo Taizhuang walked into the workshop again after completing the task of plastic surgery and makeup for the day.

This can be regarded as the most difficult cosmetic restoration task she has ever experienced.

Because Du Baolin's head was crushed by the car, his bones were shattered, and almost all the substance in his brain was gone, leaving only a layer of cracked skin still attached to his body. .Faced with such a fragmented face, Miguo tried to calm his emotions and picked up the cosmetic tools.

Fill in the missing head.

The wound is sutured.

Complete face shaping and do facial makeup.

Clothing and overall image finishing...

Before the last procedure was over, Guo Taizhuang was 'driven' out of the workshop by Mi Guo.

As long as she endured it, the master followed him. She was going to be paralyzed from exhaustion, and the old master couldn't be more tired.

Guo Taizhuang shook his head and opened the door of the workshop.

Unexpectedly, there was a person standing outside the door.

Guo Taizhuang was taken aback, and after a closer look, he realized that the woman in front of him who backed away in panic, with a mournful expression on her face was actually Yue Tingchuan's mother, Du Baozhang.

Guo Taizhuang took off his mask and gloves, pointed to Mi Guo's chair, and said, "Just sit there and wait, it will be fine soon."

Du Baozhang said thank you and sat down on the chair.

Guo Taizhuang went to the sink to wash his hands, disinfected them, then took a disposable paper cup for hot water and put it in front of Du Baozhang.

"You are Xiaoyue's mother, right?"

Du Baozhang nodded, "Yes, inside... the body inside is my sister."

"I know, Miguo told me last night." Guo Taizhuang looked at Du Baozhang, who was holding back tears, and comforted him, "Please forgive me, you have to worry about your sister's funeral."

Xu Shi's words aroused Du Baozhang's grief, she sobbed, and tears fell like broken beads.

"She was hit by a car because she came to deliver soup for me. It was me, I killed her, I killed Baolin... I, I am just this younger sister. From now on, where can I go to talk to her. "

Du Baozhang sobbed: "I know, it's my stubborn refusal to agree to the matter of Dingchuan and Miguo that made her worry and worry along with her. If only I had agreed earlier, then Baolin wouldn't die, my son. I My son won't hate me like this."

Yue Tingchuan and Du Baolin have a deep relationship, and as a mother, she has always been envious and jealous.After Baolin's accident, his son barely said a word to her. He sent her in just now and then hid.

Guo Taizhuang comforted: "It's normal for a child to be sad. After a while, it will be fine. You don't have to blame yourself too much."

"No! I was wrong! Master Guo, I was confused. If I had understood early on that feelings cannot be forced, I would never stop them, and Miguo, she is really a A good girl, not only has no grievances towards me, but also treats Baolin with such care. It is my old eyes that are dim-sighted, wrongly judged the virtuous, and obsessed with obsession, so I have done so many wrong things. I am sorry for Baolin , I'm sorry for Miguo, and I'm even more sorry for my son..." Du Baozhang was emotionally agitated for a moment, and wept bitterly.

Guo Taizhuang sighed, and when he didn't know how to persuade, Yue Tingchuan pushed open the door and walked in.

His expression was fairly calm, but the unfading sadness in his eyes was mixed with astonishment, making his black eyes deep and quiet.

Du Baozhang suppressed his crying when he saw him, "Tingchuan..."

Yue Tingchuan pursed his lips, walked over slowly, and put his hands on his mother's weak shoulders, "Mom, let's live well from now on."

(End of this chapter)