When Chen Guofa died, according to normal procedures, the Welfare Home should notify the police station to appear at the scene and exclude homicide. After confirming that it was natural death, the public security organs issued a death certificate and then the police station canceled the account.

A very simple thing.

However, after Chen Guofa's body was discovered by a nurse yesterday, the nurse was probably anxious and actually called the street health center and asked them to send someone to rescue him.

You said that this person was hard and there were corpse spots on his body. What should you do if the doctor came over in an ambulance?

The doctor has no way to bring back his life!

After the doctor from the health center came, he looked at his pupils, declared his death based on his pulse, and waved his hand and pulled the body back to the health center.

Next, the health center issued a bill, counting the ambulance fare, doctor rescue fee, and morgue usage fee, and the amount was quite large.

City W City is a Grade A hospital in the People's Hospital. After citizens get sick, even if they have a small cold, they have to go to find experts. Although there are many health centers and community hospitals in the city, everyone is unwilling to go there in order to be stable.

The health centers in all townships and streets have been having a hard time in recent years, so they just rely on vaccination and other things to make a living.

Now he finally encountered an ambulance dispatched. Even if the person is dead, he would have to rescue him for a long time, otherwise he would be sorry for the customers who came to him, and would violate his original intention of saving lives and healing the wounded.

The Welfare Institute promised that everyone is a brother unit and needs to take care of the business, but this caused trouble for Song Qingyun.

According to national regulations, if a person dies in a hospital, the hospital must issue a medical death certificate before going to the public security organ to go through various procedures before the claims can be negotiated.

Song Qingyunxin screamed so annoyed that she had to go to the street health center.

President Zhou of the health center is very good, he speaks humorously, and often comes into contact with Song Qingyun. When he sees him, he smiles and says, "Xiao Song is you. You kid is a typical poverty alleviation model in the city and has a bright future! Since I came to me today, I have to treat you well and make a good relationship. Maybe in more than ten or twenty years, you kid becomes the director and mayor, and you can take care of our hospital. By that time, I may have retired, but the younger generation still needs your care, right?"

Song Qingyun: "I'm just a fishing fish, Zhou Yuan, don't joke around."

After hearing Song Qingyun talk about Chen Guofa, the Zhou Yuan said that I would like to find someone to pay for you immediately, but there is one thing, you have to help me get this rescue fee and other expenses from the welfare home. We are still waiting for the money to pay for performance!

Song Qingyun spitted on him and said, "The people in your hospital are also funny. People have been dead for a day, and you are still rescuing money. You are such a profiteer! The welfare home is not short of money, so I need me to help you collect the debt? I am a little salted fish that is more respectful than your dean."

Zhouyuan Road, otherwise, people often say that bullying the elderly is not bullying the young. The welfare home saw that I was an old man who was about to retire and said that I would not give face, but I would not offend young people like you, because no one knows whether you will become their immediate boss in the future. If you are unhappy at that time, will your life be difficult?

Song Qingyun was helpless. The closer the old man was to retire, the more imprudent he spoke.

He interrupted him: "Zhou Yuan, you said you wanted to treat me to a meal. Where to eat at noon today and what to eat?"

"Of course it's impossible to go to a restaurant. The working hours are not good." Zhou Yuan said: "The canteen master bought a pig head today and prepared to brais the braised one. I'll help you pay for your meal."

"Your administrative level is higher than mine, so of course you pay for it."

As he was talking, the cafeteria came the squeaking sound of the master scalping pig's hair with red-hot iron tongs. The burnt stinking smell was so irresistible.

Song Qingyun suddenly lost his appetite and said, forget it, I have to go to the police station later, so I will stop eating, which will delay the trouble.

So he took Zhou Yuan to go through the procedures.

The procedures were completed. In the next few days, he would go to the public security organs to cancel the household registration for Chen Guofa, and leave the remaining cemeteries to the village to bury the dead. It is estimated that the village would also ask Li Shuangxi to take charge.

Song Qingyun has a habit, which is actually a system requirement. Every time you do something, you have to take photos and archive it.

Chen Guofa's affairs were very small. After all, it was involved in his last journey. Song Qingyun took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the medical death certificate and sent it to Liu Yonghua.

Even the health center and President Zhou also have to come to the camera together, and at the appropriate time they have to be publicly announced in the village affairs - although the money in the cemetery is solved by the welfare center, every financial expenditure must be open and transparent.

President Zhou was very happy to be photographed and said, Xiao Song, you should not be too beautiful. I was photographed with blush when I took the photo last time. I am almost sixty years old. Is it a perfect person?

Song Qingyun perfunctorily said: "You are relaxed and blushed, and the three suns are prosperous and prosperous in all four seasons."

Zhou Yuan: "We all have money, so we dare not make a fortune."

Song Qingyun has no talent in photography. Anyway, he just picks up his phone and presses it directly, so he can take a picture of someone in.

"Then who, you two, don't squeeze into the camera, we are doing official duties."

Seeing two young people standing behind President Zhou, Song Qingyun shouted and shouted in surprise: "Mao Gen, it's you, why did you come to the hospital? Are you sick?"

It turned out that there were hair roots among the two people behind.

Mao Gen smiled and stepped forward, pointed to a handsome young man next to him, and said, "Secretary Song, I'm not sick, it's my brother who is not good, come and have a look with him."

In this dialect, bad means physical discomfort.

Song Qingyun glanced at the man and suddenly remembered him: "We have seen him. During May Day, you took a minibus to our Hongshi Village and asked me where the Chen Er family was."

He has a characteristic: as long as he meets someone once, he can still remember it instantly even after many years of meeting him.

Mao Gen asked the young man next to him in surprise: "Brother, what are you looking for Chen Er? Do you know him?"

When President Zhou saw Song Qingyun and Mao Gen and the others talking, he said, "Song Qingyun, you are busy. If you have time, let's get together again. I'll leave in advance."

That's right, this young man is Tang Guangming.

Tang Guangming: "I saw that Chen Er's cold radish shredded rating on XX comments was very high, so I went to try it. Hello, Secretary Song."

Song Qingyun asked: "Aren't you a tourist from XX Province? When did you become Maogen's brother?"

There is inevitably a question in your tone.

Tang Guangming was quite generous and said that he had spent all his money when he traveled to City W. The master's wife, who had a rural chin, happened to be from a job agency, so he took him to the shoe factory.

I thought that I would make money and make a living wherever I went to work, so I stayed there. The factory had food and accommodation, and the salary was high. The best thing was that I worked overtime every day, and I had no time to spend money, so I could save my savings.

"Okay, welcome to build our city W." Song Qingyun smiled and sent the photo he just took to Liu Yonghua. While leaving a message, I will give you the results and post it in the village affairs disclosure column. First, it involves expenses of tens of thousands of yuan, and second, it is equivalent to Chen Guofa's obituary. While saying to Maogen, "Maogen, you have been out for so long. How are the fish sold? Have you made money? You haven't been home for so long, and Gong Xinbai suspects that you have ridden his motorcycle and sold it with the money."

This problem is embarrassing. Why did Maogen have the nerve to say that the money for selling fish has become mobile phones and computers, and the expense of smoking, drinking and perming the head.

He is so poor that he is still living with Tang Guangming.

He said, "What are Gong Xinbai worried about? His motorcycle can be sold at most for two or three hundred yuan, and he insisted on it as a treasure. I bought the fish, but I didn't buy it, so I got more than three thousand yuan, and I was in vain."

"It's not bad to spend more than 3,000 yuan. The good start is half the success. You can use these 3,000 yuan as a capital to build a snack stall in the village. Look, Chen Yidi and Chen Er are doing a good job!"

Speaking of Chen Er, Tang Guangming's dark eyebrows were raised.

Mao Gen: "Yes, yes, Secretary Song, you said yes. I'll go get it down, but I don't have the skills and I don't eat anything I make. It's impossible that everyone is Chen Yidi and Chen Er, and they really don't have this talent."

Song Qingyun: "You can't learn it. Look at Xu Shuang, she will be the teacher of Huang Erwa's father, Lao Huang, and she will..."

Hey, that little girl didn't learn anything.

Mao Gen is right, he really has no talent.

Xu Shuang didn't know how many elves she had, and she didn't learn it anymore, so Xiao Mao probably was good enough.

Song Qingyun felt that his words were not convincing enough, so he said a few perfunctory words and drove to the Public Security Bureau to complete the remaining procedures.

When he left, Mao Gen spitted at Song Qingyun's car: "This person is very annoying. He is just a Pacific policeman - he is very polite. I was a little scared when I saw him. Brother Guangming, do you feel better in your head?"

Tang Guangming twisted his neck and replied: "There is no problem to turn to the right, but if you turn to the left, you will be dizzy and dizzy."

"How is that good? Could it be a brain tumor?" Maogen was a little worried.

He is heartless and just a gangster. This is the first time he has expressed concern to people.

"You don't have to be afraid of brain tumors. Life is just a process. People will leave this world sooner or later, but..."

Hair root: "But what?"

Tang Guangming sighed: "I'm not afraid of death. What I'm afraid of is that some things have not been handled yet. My grandmother, I told you, will have surgery and wait for the cost of medicine. Also, brain tumors are not romantic at all, especially for us scholars. As a literati, you have to get tuberculosis and vomit blood. Think about it, read a page of Tang poetry and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood on the pages is like plum petals. What a romantic thing?"

"Brother, you must be a brain tumor, you are crazy about illness." Maogen was a little panicked: "I vomited blood, that's not romance, it's waves."

So, what exactly went wrong with Tang Guangming's body?
Chapter completed!