Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 659 Dawn (65)

Uncle Li said gently, “More than 30 years ago, when I first entered the industry, the first body my master taught me to restore was that of a middle-aged man who committed suicide by lying on the railway tracks. He was a senior executive of a large company. He lost his job and went bankrupt during the financial crisis. He was probably overwhelmed by all kinds of pressure. He chose to end his life on the railway tracks. His body was so badly crushed that it could only be lifted with a shovel. But what impressed me most was not his tragic state, but his family.”

Yan Zhen looked at Uncle Li and listened attentively to what he had to say.

“My master and I worked very hard to piece together his body. On the day of the farewell ceremony, his parents pointed at his portrait in the mourning hall and scolded him for being unfilial. They said that they had raised him with great difficulty, but he had not taken care of them in their old age. They said that having an unfilial son who committed suicide would make them lose face and bring bad luck to their descendants.”

Yan Zhen frowned.

"Isn't it outrageous? He's already dead, yet he still has to bear so much infamy. No matter what misfortune befalls this family in the future, it will all be blamed on this person who committed suicide, saying that he was the one who caused it..." Uncle Li sighed deeply as he said this.

“Last month, a woman was brought in with amniotic fluid embolism. She died on the operating table. At the funeral, everyone was comforting the husband, saying he was pitiful, saying the child who was born without a mother was pitiful. Even the woman's parents felt sorry for the husband... But wasn't the woman the most pitiful? She was only 26 years old.”

Yan Zhen was deeply moved: "Uncle Li, you have such empathy. Won't you get depressed doing this job for a long time?"

Uncle Li shook his head: "At first I would, but after a while I got used to it. Although people always complain that I have a strange smell and am considered unlucky, I feel that this job is meaningful because I can help the deceased to complete their final journey in this world with dignity."

After finishing the noodles, Yan Zhen rode his bicycle to take Uncle Li home.

After dropping off Uncle Li and returning to the hotel, Jing Chen, who had been away on a business trip, came back.

He frowned and pulled Yan Zhen closer, noticing a strange smell on her.

"Where did you go? I called you but you didn't answer."

Yan Zhen took out his phone and saw four or five missed calls from Jing Chen on the floating window.

She briefly explained what had happened at the funeral home that day: "I had my phone on silent while I was at the funeral home, and I forgot to unmute it after I left. I didn't mean to ignore your calls."

Jing's furrowed brows relaxed, and she grabbed a change of clothes, urging Yan Zhen to take a shower.

When Yan Zhen came out of the shower, Jing Chen was flipping through the hotel menu: "What would you like to eat? I'll order room service."

Yan Zhen was so engrossed in listening to Uncle Li at the noodle shop that he didn't eat much of the noodles, which had become soggy. Now he was indeed quite hungry.

She glanced at the time; the hotel restaurant was still open. "Let's go downstairs to eat. It's been so long since we ate together."

"also."

The two went downstairs to the restaurant for a meal. As soon as they entered the restaurant, Jingchen noticed two familiar faces sitting by the window.

He immediately grabbed Yan Zhen and whispered, "Look over there."

Yan Zhen followed his gaze and paused slightly when she saw Yan Yi and Cheng Xue eating.

"They reconciled?"

In Yan Zhen's memory, in his previous life, Yan Yi had changed several women in order to have a child, and he dumped Cheng Xue after she miscarried.

Chu Huian often gloated in front of her and Yan Yuxi, saying that Cheng Xue had brought it on herself.

As far as I can remember, Cheng Xue in her previous life did not reconcile with Yan Yi.

"I don't know," Jing Chen asked. "Shall we eat somewhere else?"

"No need, there's no need."

As Yan Zhen spoke, he took Jing Chen's arm and swaggered into the restaurant.

She chose a seat where she could see Yan Yi's table and sat down, glancing up at Yan Yi and Cheng Xue every now and then during the meal.

After observing for the duration of a meal, until Yan Yi and Cheng Xue left together, Yan Zhen drew his conclusion.

"They have indeed made up."

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Yan Zhen had a gut feeling that something was fishy about this.

As she was pondering what was going on, Jing Chen tapped the table with her finger: "Zhenzhen."

Yan Zhen immediately turned around: "Hmm?"

"Eat well."

Yan Zhen looked completely bewildered: "I'm eating properly."

Jing Chen glanced at the phone in her hand, and the forensic autopsy documentary playing on it.

As the documentary mentioned phrases like "highly decomposed corpses" and "giant spectacle" from time to time, Jing Chen's expression was indescribable.

"When did you develop such heavy tastes, watching documentaries like this while eating?"

Yan Zhen: "..."

She quietly put her phone away.

The next day, Yan Zhen took Jing Chen to the library after school.

Yan Zhen spent two hours in the library and borrowed a large number of books.

Jing Chen took the books to the front desk to check them out. When he saw the words "Systemic Anatomy," "Color Atlas of Human Anatomy," "Color Atlas of Histopathology," "Practical Atlas of Pathological Identification," and "Traumatology" on the covers, his forehead twitched.

After leaving the library, on the way back to the hotel, Yan Zhen began to browse through the books he had borrowed.

Jing Chen drove, glancing at her occasionally. Seeing her engrossed in the subject, he carefully chose his tone, trying to appear as if he weren't surprised: "Zhenzhen, why are you suddenly interested in human anatomy?"

Yan Zhen thought for a moment, then asked instead of answering, "Brother, will you take care of me for the rest of my life?"

Jing Chen replied without hesitation, "Of course."

"I want to work in the funeral industry and become a mortician."

Jing Chen was taken aback and quickly turned to look at Yan Zhen.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, nor was it a spur-of-the-moment decision, he asked, "Why?"

Yan Zhen recounted what she had seen and heard at the funeral home yesterday: "I want to do a job that is meaningful to me, just like Uncle Li."

After saying that, Yan Zhen gave Jing Chen a heads-up: "But Uncle Li also said that the salary for this job is not high, only a few thousand yuan a month, so you have to support me. After all, I can't live this quality of life on salary alone."

Jing Chen: "..."

Seeing that Jingchen remained silent with his lips tightly pressed together, Yan Zhen asked, "Brother, do you disagree?"

Jing Chen: "No, I'm just... a little surprised."

He knew that Yan Zhen's future would take an unconventional path, and he had thought about supporting her to do some work that would make her happy but not make her money, but the profession of mortician really surprised him.

But then I thought, it's just contact with a corpse, let the child do whatever she wants.

At worst, we can keep more aromatherapy products at home and scrub her smelly clothes a few more times.

Having thought this through, Jingchen said, "I have a friend who works at the Municipal Public Security Bureau. I'll ask him to ask the forensic doctors what preparations are needed to work in this field, so you don't take any detours."

Yan Zhen immediately smiled upon hearing this: "Thank you, brother! I knew you would support me!"

Jing Chen freed one hand and ruffled her hair, his tone tinged with amusement: "Yes, you know best how to manipulate me."

Just as Jing Chen finished speaking, Yan Zhen's phone rang.

She took it out and saw that it was a call from an unknown number.

Yan Zhen swiped to answer the call, and a man's voice came from the other end: "Miss Yan Zhen?"

Yan Zhen felt a sense of foreboding: "Yes, that's me."

"I'm from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. There's been a murder at No. 17 Qingjiang Road. The deceased's name is Yan Yi... Would it be convenient for you to come over now?"