Corpse raising

"Hmm...it should be...done..."

What do you mean by "should be... better"? Looking at his younger brother, whose condition was clearly not right, Duan Lin frowned with worry.

"My senior is dead," the younger brother suddenly said with a sigh, as if it were a question, or perhaps just a statement.

Duan Lin nodded slightly. "By the way, your supervisor asked me to tell you that he's giving you a few days off, but it can't exceed a week."

Hearing this, Xin Nuo gave a bleak smile. Actually, getting this internship at this hospital, and having the head doctor give her such a big favor, wasn't it all thanks to Xu Yao's influence? The deceased… Xu Yao…

Chapter Four Umbilical Cord

He was stunned when he saw the object wrapped around Xu Yao's neck.

That shape, that appearance... "Intestines?"

At Xu Yao's funeral held three days later, Duan Lin met Cheng Rui, whom he had only heard of but never seen.

After the accident, Cheng Rui lost a lot of weight, and his tall figure, dressed in a black suit, made him look even more haggard.

Almost everyone from the hospital came. The hospital director stood in the family area, his usually stern face now showing signs of having cried. Xu Yao was the only son in his family, and the pain of a parent outliving their child is a great tragedy.

Whether from the heart or just out of politeness, everyone standing here wore a sorrowful expression. Duan Lin had offered incense and was about to turn around when he suddenly saw Bo Xiaoxue.

The woman was looking at the coffin in front of her—Xu Yao's coffin.

According to custom, Xu Yao's coffin was made with a small door at the front, so that people who wanted to pay their last respects to the deceased could easily see his face. However, the door on Xu Yao's face was never opened today. Everyone knows how Xu Yao died—jumping off a building, headfirst. Even if the best mortician were hired to make his face look human, it would probably still be quite gruesome.

Bo Xiaoxue watched until everyone finished offering incense and began to leave, leaving only Bo Xiaoxue in a black dress in front of the mourning hall.

Duan Lin watched as Bo Xiaoxue hesitantly reached for the small door on the coffin and pulled it open...

"Ugh!" The next second, Bo Xiaoxue immediately knelt on the ground and began to dry heave. Duan Lin hurriedly stepped forward and, seeing the door on the coffin still open, decided to close it first. In the process of closing it, Duan Lin inevitably saw the scene inside the narrow door.

The head was barely tidied up. To cover up the wounds left by the deceased, the makeup artist used a lot of white powder, but... sigh, he was a perfectly healthy young man just today.

Suppressing his own discomfort, Duan Lin led Bo Xiaoxue to the bathroom. "Go throw up."

Since it was a women's restroom, Duan Lin naturally couldn't go in, so after leading Bo Xiaoxue in, Duan Lin quickly came out.

On the way out, they inevitably passed by the mourning hall again. Originally, they planned to go straight out and catch up with their younger brother who was helping the dean with the funeral arrangements, but... a child? Seeing the child jumping around in front of the mourning hall, Duan Lin immediately spoke up, "Little friend, you can't do that here. Don't jump around here."

The child was dressed in black, but had red shoes on his feet.

Suppressing the strange feeling that kept welling up in his heart, Duan Lin wanted to go over and stop the child, but the child was surprisingly agile. The little body twisted and darted past his shoulder and elbow, and then ran away in a flash. Hearing the "patter" of the running, Duan Lin had no choice but to chase after him.

"Hey! Don't run away, keep your voice down..."

Duan Lin had only run a few steps when he bumped into his younger brother and Cheng Rui, who were walking towards him.

"Brother, why are you running? Are you looking for me?"

"Huh? No... I was chasing a kid. He was playing over here just now. I told him to be quiet, and I was about to catch him when he ran away..." With a sigh, looking at the dense crowd waiting in the front hall, Duan Lin decided to give up on the idea of finding a tiny kid who was less than half a person's height among so many people.

"Hmm, quite a small child, a boy, right? Wearing black clothes and red shoes..."

At this point, Duan Lin's heart skipped a beat when he saw Cheng Rui's ashen face. Realizing what he had said, Duan Lin swallowed the rest of his words. Not good with words, he decided to tidy up the mourning hall that the little boy had messed up earlier, and also to divert attention from the impact of his words on Cheng Rui.

This is a basic respect for the deceased.

Duan Lin grew up with his maternal grandfather, who was a gravedigger in the countryside. He believed every word his grandfather told him. To be honest, he had seen more dead people than living people when he was a child, so he was not afraid of the dead.

They are quiet, and time seems to stand still when you're with them. In some ways, people with Duan Lin's personality are easier to get along with than living people.

The incense on the altar had gone out sometime ago. Duan Lin took three more sticks of incense and placed them properly in front of the deceased's portrait. Then... following his brother's gaze, Duan Lin noticed that the small door on the deceased's coffin had reopened sometime ago.

Strange, didn't I close it after Bo Xiaoxue opened it?

Thinking of the child from earlier, Duan Lin suddenly understood something. Stepping forward, Duan Lin said to his pale-faced younger brother and Cheng Rui, "You don't need to worry about him, I'll lock him up."

Seeing the relieved expressions on their faces, Duan Lin knew that the two of them were still afraid, even if they were his good friends.

Duan Lin walked to the coffin, and when his hand touched the small wooden door, his eyelids suddenly twitched. Something was wrong... there was something extra.

The hand that was about to close the door stopped abruptly. Duan Lin stared blankly at the person inside the coffin, or rather, at the person's neck.

There was something wrapped around Xu Yao's neck.

It was just wrapped around her; Xu Yao didn't have that thing on her before.

"Brother, what are you doing? Hurry up and help Senior Xu close... close the door!" Xin Nuo, who had already turned around, couldn't help but turn back when she saw Duan Lin's delayed action. She saw her brother lying on the coffin of the deceased senior, staring intently at it.

Seeing my senior's mangled body like that... won't my brother feel...?

"There's something..." Duan Lin said blankly, unaware that he had unconsciously spoken out what he had seen.

Suddenly, Cheng Rui walked up to Duan Lin.

Xin Nuo hadn't originally planned to go. Although he was certain to become a doctor in the future and the deceased was his senior, he still didn't want to see it. It would be very strange to see someone he was once close to become like this overnight.

But why? Both his older brother and Cheng Rui were watching. Unable to contain his curiosity, he slowly moved closer to his brother.

"Huh? What's this...?" He froze, staring at the object encircling Xu Yao's neck. That shape, that appearance... "Intestines... intestines?" Jumping off a building... would his intestines spill out? And...

"It's the umbilical

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