"Sir, please accept my condolences. The deceased cannot be brought back to life."
"The deceased has been at the funeral home for quite some time, exceeding the regulations. When will you be handling the cremation procedures?" the middle-aged woman who had called Chen Mo earlier asked.
"The deceased cannot be brought back to life?" Chen Mo was jolted awake by this sentence.
He immediately shouted internally, "Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor."
"You brat, what is it?" the Old Ancestor's voice echoed.
"Old Ancestor, is there any way to revive him?" Chen Mo asked.
"You brat, the person is stone cold, their soul is gone, how can they be revived?! You don't use your brain at all!" the Old Ancestor couldn't help but curse.
Chen Mo fell silent again.
"But don't worry, I will arrange for you to meet him in the future," the Old Ancestor said nonchalantly.
Chen Mo's expression stiffened, "Meet? How can we meet?"
"Once I recover some of my strength and break through the restrictions between the Yin and Yang realms, it will be quite simple to let you meet."
"Is there really an underworld in this world?" Chen Mo was shocked.
"Nonsense, your Old Ancestor is an immortal. If there is a celestial realm, then naturally there is an underworld."
Hearing the Old Ancestor's words, Chen Mo's excited heart finally calmed down a little.
The middle-aged woman beside him looked at Chen Mo's expression strangely.
One moment shocked, the next sad, then excited.
If the middle-aged woman wasn't brave enough, she would have been startled by Chen Mo.
"Sir, sir." The middle-aged woman called out a couple more times.
Chen Mo finally came back to his senses.
"Sir, how do you wish to handle the deceased's remains?"
"How much is the best urn here?" Chen Mo asked.
"Our best urn is eight thousand eight hundred, which symbolizes that the deceased will prosper in the afterlife."
"Old Father He lived frugally his entire life, just to support my studies. Now that he's gone, I must use the best. Let's go with the eight thousand eight hundred one," Chen Mo replied.
"You are truly filial, sir. I will go and process the paperwork now."
As the middle-aged woman spoke, she walked towards the door.
However, at this moment, a group of people entered the funeral home.
Leading them was a young and beautiful woman, but her icy expression gave off a sense of "do not approach." Especially her queen-like aura made those who saw her instinctively step back.
The middle-aged woman was led away from the morgue by people behind the woman.
Then, the woman slowly walked behind Chen Mo.
Chen Mo did not turn around, but he clearly heard the sound of high heels behind him.
"Big sister, you actually knew about this all along, didn't you?"
The woman paused her steps, then came to Chen Mo's side, reaching out to gently pat his head. "Momo, big sister was afraid you would be sad."
"But, but I was raised by him. He is my Old Father He. You shouldn't have kept something like this from me," Chen Mo said sadly, looking at Qin Yuyan.
"Do you know why he wasn't cremated?" Qin Yuyan asked.
Chen Mo shook his head in confusion.
"He didn't die in an accident; he was murdered." Qin Yuyan did not hide it from Chen Mo.
"You are a doctor, and with your skills, you should be able to discover it."
Hearing this, Chen Mo was startled and quickly looked at Old Father He in front of him.
Indeed, Chen Mo found something amiss on Old Father He's neck.
His neck had been twisted and broken, and then the bones were reconnected.
Chen Mo clenched his fists in anger, "Big sister, tell me, who is the murderer?"
Qin Yuyan shook her head, "I am fully investigating the murderer. My coming to Longhua is also part of that reason."
"Leave Old Father He's affairs to me. Don't worry, I will definitely avenge Old Father He," Qin Yuyan comforted Chen Mo again.
"Go back soon. Big sister will handle Old Father He's funeral arrangements."
Chen Mo nodded slightly. After bidding farewell to Old Father He, Chen Mo prepared to leave.
He had now made up his mind to find a way to restore the Old Ancestor's strength as soon as possible, so that he could meet Old Father He again.
He had once promised that when he got married, he would definitely have Old Father He sit on the high platform.
He was determined to fulfill this promise.
"Momo."
Just as Chen Mo was about to leave the morgue, Qin Yuyan suddenly called out to him.
"Big sister, is there anything else?" Chen Mo asked.
"Is that jade pendant still with you?" Qin Yuyan asked.
Chen Mo was a little confused as to why his big sister would ask about the jade pendant.
However, he still nodded, "Yes."
"Take good care of the jade pendant. It's something your parents left you. Don't lose it," Qin Yuyan cautioned.
"Mm."
Then, Chen Mo left the morgue.
However, Chen Mo still went to find the middle-aged woman and paid the eight thousand eight hundred yuan for the most expensive urn.
It was already six o'clock in the evening when he left the funeral home.
The hospital was already closed, so Chen Mo first returned to the hospital to collect the Chinese herbs, then took a taxi back to his rented apartment.
After Chen Mo returned to the residential complex.
He found several luxury cars parked in the dilapidated courtyard.
Several bodyguards in suits were standing in the courtyard, and their gazes fell on him as soon as they saw him.
Just as Chen Mo was about to walk into the residential building.
A bodyguard reached out and blocked him.
"Who are you?" Chen Mo asked.
Without a word, the bodyguard threw a punch towards Chen Mo's chest.
Chen Mo was no longer the same as before. He took a step back and dodged the blow.
Chen Mo was in a very bad mood today, and he naturally wouldn't be polite to anyone who provoked him.
His expression turned cold, and he directly punched the bodyguard in the chest.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound.
The bodyguard's eyes widened, and he staggered back several steps in shock.
"Bang!" He hit the wall behind him.
He even spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it, kid, you're quite a fighter."
At this moment, a young man's voice sounded from behind Chen Mo.
Chen Mo frowned slightly and turned to look.
When he clearly saw the young man's face, he was somewhat surprised.
"It's you?!"
Chen Mo recognized the person as Mo Xiaojing's younger brother, Mo Jialong.
Mo Jialong crossed his arms and looked at Chen Mo with a mocking expression, "Kid, I told you before, we're not done with each other!"
"I heard you're a doctor. What do you think would happen if a doctor became crippled? Wouldn't that be interesting?"
Chen Mo's face darkened, "I don't want any conflict with you. Leave now, and I can pretend this never happened."
After all, Mo Xiaojing had helped him before, and Chen Mo didn't want to fall out with the Mo family.
"Hahaha!" Hearing Chen Mo's words, Mo Jialong burst into laughter.
"Kid, what did you say? You don't want conflict with me? Who the hell do you think you are? You hit me, and you think you can just walk away from it?!"