After Rebirth, the Buddha-like Star Is a Medical Expert

Early the next morning.

When the three rushed from the hotel to the hospital, the butler of the Shi family was already waiting at the hospital.

"Eldest young mistress, my condolences."

"My condolences to Master Mochizuki."

A look of joy immediately appeared on Liu Susu's sad face, and before she could open her mouth, the butler in black explained her purpose with a businesslike face:

"The funeral home has been arranged, and I will go to the crematorium later."

"Is there no memorial ceremony?" The boy with a hoarse voice asked.

"Master and Madam found a good master last night to count on a good day, and tomorrow morning is the most suitable day for the young master to be buried."

"So fast?" Liu Su asked in a low voice, but he was relieved.

Last night, the horrible appearance of the fool before his death kept appearing in front of her eyes, and she also hoped that he could be buried as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

Fortunately, the family arranged for someone to come early this morning.

That way she doesn't have to do anything.

"The days calculated by the master." The butler said with a sigh.

At the same time, he presented two new sets of clothes, two brand new black suits, to the mother and son. "The eldest young mistress and the eldest young master go and change their clothes. The funeral home's car will arrive soon."

Shi Mochizuki stared at the butler's calm face, once again deeply felt her powerlessness and weakness.

Why?

Why is there such a big difference between people?

As a member of the Shi family, Dad couldn't even get a memorial ceremony when he died.

Just because he is a fool, just because he can't bring value to the family, just because he is a black spot in the glamorous life of his grandparents, he needs to be constantly covered up and hidden, and his death has to be silent ?

It's not like he hasn't attended a funeral since he grew up so big.

He remembered that there was a grandfather in the family who died last year, and the whole family went to pay homage to him.

At that time, he heard people discussing that the body of Grandpa Tang had to be placed in the mourning hall for seven days, and all relatives and friends came to mourn. He saw flowers sent by everyone were placed around the mourning hall.

Uncle Tang and the others have also invited masters to practice for seven consecutive days, chanting sutras for Grandpa Tang, and helping Grandpa Tang to be reborn in the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

When I get to my father, if I die, I will immediately take him to the crematorium to be cremated...

The young man clenched his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. When the eyelids drooped, a whirlwind-like black storm surged in his eyes.

Youguang glanced at the boy who was bowing his head in silence, and asked the housekeeper, "When will the people from the funeral home arrive?"

"Hui Miss Ning, half past eight."

Youguang took a quick look at the watch on his wrist, it was seven forty-one.

She turned around and told the driver who had come to the hospital to wait for her early in the morning, telling him to buy four bouquets of flowers.

Fortunately, there was a row of flower shops next to the hospital, and the driver quickly bought four bunches of yellow and white chrysanthemums and came back.

Youguang took four bouquets of flowers from the driver and handed them to Liu Susu, Shi Butler, and Shi Mochiyue respectively, and she kept the other bouquet for herself.

When giving flowers to Steward Shi and Liu Rusu, she said, "Auntie, Uncle Steward, when we send Uncle to the crematorium, we will scatter flower petals along the road to guide him."

After the housekeeper nodded in agreement, he was a little surprised that the lady of the Ning family would understand this.

Liu Susu asked suspiciously, "Why are you spreading flowers?"

"It's fine for Auntie to do this, even if it's the last thing I do for my uncle."

Liu Susu didn't speak any more.

At 8:30, a black funeral car with no license plate came to the mortuary of the hospital. The staff of the funeral home packed Shi Tingsong into a wooden coffin for cremation in a luxurious furnace and loaded it into the funeral car, ready to be transported to the crematorium.

Liu Susu didn't dare to accompany Shi Tingsong in the funeral car, but Shi Wangyue followed when Shi Tingsong was placed in the funeral car.

Youguang also accompanied him.

Soon the funeral car started to move, Youguang turned on the phone and played the "six-character macro name", the deep sanskrit sound rang out in the quiet funeral car, filled with sorrow, and the boy's tears began to flow again.

At the same time, it started to rain.

Youguang opened the window of the car with a punch, and sprinkled flower petals out of the car, saying, "Uncle Shi Tingsong, you should go well and look for a bright place. You must go to the brightest place, go to the west. Go to the Western Paradise."

The little girl's voice was soft and choked with sobs. The driver of the funeral car in the front row had been driving a funeral car for 28 years.

But he was also really surprised that it was the first time he saw that among the family members of the deceased who needed to be cremated in a luxurious stove, only two children in their teens were sent to send their souls.

The world is so big that there are so many wonders.

He shook his head, continued to drive steadily, and at the same time said reassuringly: "This rain is good, and it's good for people to walk."

...

When the car arrived at the crematorium, the petals in Youguang's hands had just been scattered, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

The driver of Xia's family hurriedly took two umbrellas from the car and handed them to Ning Youguang.

She took it and put it on the head of herself and the child.

People from the funeral home went to arrange the cremation of the deceased, while several other people held umbrellas and waited in the yard outside the crematorium.

Soon, the second young master of the Shi family, Shi Jinrong and his wife, and the third young master, Fang Hao and his wife also came.

There were a total of three cars when they came here, two cars belonged to Shi Jinrong and his wife and Shi Fang Hao, and the other car was loaded with Shi Tingsong's relics during his lifetime.

A large truck was full, almost loaded with all the tools used by Shi Tingsong during his lifetime, ready to be burned together.

Shi Mochizuki rushed into the rain to look through his father's belongings when they were taken down.

There are many, many bags, which contain the bedding that Dad sleeps on, bowls for eating, cups for drinking, clothes for daily wear, toys for usual play, photos, unfinished snacks, and so on.

They moved everything that could be burned.

There is also a clear glass jar filled with colorful stars.

Shi Mochizuki reached out to pick up the glass jar, and soon the glass jar was wet with rain, blurring the colors of the stars inside, like stars covered by dark clouds in the night sky, losing their original light.

Just as he was looking at the stars, the staff next to him happened to take out a wooden box from another bag. The staff took out the wooden box and prepared to throw it away and burn it. Get down the wooden box.

At the same time, the glass bottle containing the stars in his hand accidentally fell to the ground, and it shattered with a "snap"...

The staff already knew that the child was the son of the deceased, so they could understand his reluctance and said, "This is an empty box."

Shi Mochizuki hugged the wooden box tightly in his arms, his eyes fell on both the wooden box and the colorful stars scattered on the ground, tears rolled down his fair and handsome face.

The boy's heart, at this moment, along with the broken glass bottle and the scattered stars, can no longer be complete.

Ning Youguang had been standing behind the boy to hold an umbrella for him when he rushed out to search for the relics. Seeing his reluctance, he said, "If you don't want to, just stay."

Zhao Fei'er next to him said, "I took out all the money in the red envelope for you. It's in your dad's room. You go back and get it. Burn this box, don't keep it."

"I want to stay." The boy said hoarsely.

"It's not good to stay."

Very unlucky.

Zhao Feier frowned.

The boy stopped talking, but he held the box and did not let go.

After all, it was a twelve-year-old child who had just lost his father. Shi Fang Hao looked at him like this, and finally felt a little compassion: "Mochizuki can stay if he wants to. Look, there are other things. The ones that are kept, now tidy up and keep them, otherwise they will be pulled away and burned immediately, and you can’t keep them even if you want to.”

Finally, Mochizuki picked up a multicolored star from the ground, packed it in a wooden box with her father's photo, and brought it home.

Soon, the staff of the crematorium stood at the door and called:

"Shi Tingsong, are Shi Tingsong's family members there?"

"Come here and recognize your face. After reading it, you will be cremated."

Youguang walked to Shi Tingsong's body with Shi's family.

"The family circles around, and the filial sons and grandsons hold incense in front." The staff of the crematorium continued to guide.

Youguang stood behind Shi's family and looked up at Mochizuki's father's remains. She found that Shi Tingsong's face was very white, and his face was unexpectedly peaceful, and he didn't have as much hostility as those who died unexpectedly.

After all, he is a pure-hearted person. In his next life, he must go to a good place, a place with light.

She recited scriptures and prayed silently in her heart.

After Shi's family paid their last respects to Shi Tingsong's remains, his body was instantly pushed into the furnace and melted.

The moment the stove door was closed, the boy let out a sharp cry.

While the young man was crying, the crematorium worker next to him shouted, "Family members, hurry up and go through the formalities."

Youguang stood by, feeling a sense of absurdity from the indifference between human life and life.

Shi Fanghao helped his nephew and prevented him from falling to the ground.

Ten minutes later, Shi Tingsong's ashes were collected.

"The filial sons and grandsons come to get the urn." The crematorium staff sang like a machine.

Mochizuki held her father's urn in her arms, and Shi Fanghao covered his head with an umbrella, and at the same time covered his elder brother.

When leaving the crematorium.

There was light looking out through the glass window, and the sky and the earth seemed to be hung with an extremely wide bead curtain, which was misty. The rain fell on the roof tiles of the crematorium, splashing one after another, like a thin layer of smoke enveloped on the roof.

She thought: "Chinese people really lack death education. Nowadays, most people don't know how to deal with the sudden death of their loved ones. Follow along, and besides, I don't know how to do anything else for the dead except crying and mourning."

If a person has not taken a course on life and death, he will not know where life comes from, where it will go, and how to deal with the great sadness and guilt that arises after the sudden death of a loved one. A worst way to deal with it.

She was also fortunate to have learned "Hospice Care" in her previous life, heard Shelley's "Death Open Lecture", and read "xz Book of Life and Death", otherwise she would not know what to do this time. 1314