Chapter 979 Leave (6)
"First, the first step is to clearly see the identity and age of the deceased in the book of life and death."
"The names of some dead people may collide with other people's names, so at this time, you must learn to use the information given in the book of life and death to judge who the dead person is, and you must not make mistakes."
Master Reaper stood under the shade of the cool breeze, and tapped the notebook in Mu Lin's hand.
Mu Lin looked at it and carefully wrote down: "Wang Yongrong, male, 43 years old, died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. The place of death: the First Affiliated Hospital of Health. The time of death: June 2nd at 09:23:57."
"take note of it?"
"take note of it!"
Master Reaper then sat down slowly on the wooden chair under the shade of the tree, her legs crossed, her high heels made her ankles slender and white.
She raised her chin and signaled him to enter the inpatient building.
"Just now I have demonstrated to you twice how to summon the soul, and you have tried it yourself. Now, you should confirm the identity of the deceased yourself, and then bring his soul here."
Mu Lin nodded solemnly, grabbed the book of life and death, and strode into the inpatient building of the hospital.
People coming and going at the gate of the hospital building seemed to not see him passing through.
The lonely and wild ghosts in the past saw a newcomer, but they still avoided them one after another, not daring to go forward to disturb him.
Mu Lin started his first real mission with a serious expression.
In the small park under the hospital, Lord Reaper in a black gauze skirt leaned on a wooden chair, raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, basking in the sun, and seemed very sleepy.
She was really sleepy. She couldn't sleep for an hour for several days. Although she wouldn't die suddenly, she was really tired.
Lord Reaper leaned on the wooden chair and took a nap while waiting for Mu Lin to come back.
Squinting his eyes and about to fall asleep, suddenly a little boy with a balloon in his hand ran over.
"Sister, this is for you!"
His milky voice woke up Lord Death all at once.
She sat up, looked at him, and smiled slightly: "No, thank you."
The little boy let out a disappointment and took back the balloon.
"Sister, are you waiting for someone here?" He blinked at her curiously.
Lord Death smiled and nodded, "What about you? Where are your parents?"
The little boy is holding a balloon in his hand, and the clothes on his body are expensive.
He looked around, then lowered his head, a little lost.
"Mom and Dad went to see my elder brother. My elder brother is sick, very serious."
Lord Reaper understands.
"Sister, do you think my brother will die?" the little boy asked cautiously.
Lord Reaper shook his head politely and said, "I don't know either."
"But hopefully, the doctor can cure him."
The little boy nodded seriously.
In his eyes, doctors are omnipotent.
So, the doctor uncle must be able to cure my brother's illness.
The little boy thought for a while, then handed the balloon to her, "Sister, this is for you."
Lord Reaper still smiled and refused: "Thank you, no need."
"You go to your parents quickly, don't stay outside alone."
"Okay." The little boy lowered his head unhappily.
"Then sister, can you take me to find mom and dad? I'm scared alone."
He twisted his little fingers, feeling very embarrassed.
It looked like he was terrified of going to the hospital.
(end of this chapter)