Wen Yan: “…”
After Wen Yan signed the ‘slavery contract’, Liu Ting took out another agreement.
“Why don’t you sign this one as well?”
“What is this?”
“Oh, this is a consent form for donating your body after you die. That means that after you die, you agree to donate your remains to me,” Liu Ting replied happily. His eyes were glowing.
Liu Ting’s hobby was known to everyone in Lahaisen Hospital.
He liked to collect organs and the remains of dead people.
There was an entire room inside the hospital dedicated to his collection.
He used glass jars and a special liquid to store such things.
Liu Ting liked to study these things. For him, this was his learning material.
Although this was difficult for an average person to accept, his research and studies managed to provide a foundation for development in many of his other projects.
Then, Liu Ting added: “Of course, I don’t want you to die early. I hope that you can live for as long as possible. However, if you do happen to die, you lose consciousness anyway. Just leave your body to me.”
Wen Yan: “If nothing goes wrong, I should die around the same time as you.”
Liu Ting: “What if I live two years longer than you? If you live until eighty years old and I live until eighty-two years old, I can still receive your remains.”
Wen Yan: “Well, if you’re eighty-two years old, what’s the use of having my remains?”
Liu Ting: “Hey, don’t assume things. My knife work and technique will still be top-notch when I’m eighty-two years old. I will be able to cut your remains properly. Then, I will separate your organs into categories and perform embalming. After that, I will display those organs on my shelves.”
“I’m not looking forward to that.”
At that moment, the door of the ward opened and Li Zhuojia walked in.
As soon as he walked into the room, Li Zhuojia guessed what was happening.
“Are you trying to trick another patient into donating his remains to you?”
“Hehehe,” Liu Ting laughed nervously before he hurriedly changed the topic of conversation. “Mr. Li, what are you doing here?”
“I came to check on Mr. Wen. I wanted to see whether he had woken up. Also, you’re responsible for cooking today.”
“No way. I’m good with chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients for dishes. However, you shouldn’t let me cook. My cooking skills aren’t great. If you get me to cook, everyone else will be suffering with me.”
Generally speaking, Liu Ting was only responsible for chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients. He was not responsible for cooking.
“Well, our only two chefs are down. Therefore, it’s time for you to rise to the occasion,” Li Zhuojia said.
The two chefs of Lahaisen Hospital were Jian Yiling and Jian Yunmo.
Whenever Jian Yiling was there, she would be responsible for cooking.
Whenever she wasn’t, Jian Yunmo would be responsible for cooking.
Although Jian Yunmo’s cooking was not as good as Jian Yiling’s, the food that he cooked was still regarded as delicious.
However, because of Wen Yan’s surgery, both Jian Yiling and Jian Yunmo collapsed after thirteen hours of surgery.
“Okay, okay. Don’t blame me for the taste. After all, we can’t order takeaway on this island. If you can’t compare my cooking to anything, you can’t say it tastes bad. You guys don’t have any other options. Just put up with it.”
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Jian Yiling was sleeping soundly in her room. Zhai Yunsheng was accompanying her.
Jian Yiling fainted the moment she walked out of the operating room.
As a result, Zhai Yunsheng carried her back to her room.
Jian Yiling’s room was the same as other rooms in the hospital. It was completely white. In addition, it was very clean and tidy. There was no decoration.
Zhai Yunsheng did not dare to sleep. He was worried that Jian Yiling would not be able to see him when she eventually woke up.
