Chapter 480

This institution is also far away from the nearest hospital.

In addition, the car to pick up Gan's father to the funeral home will come soon, so we didn't know what to do for a while.

Fortunately, the staff who received us was also a doctor, so they simply examined manna.

Finally, I told us that I was just too tired so I fainted. There was nothing serious, but I felt a little anemic. I hope to check it after I go back.

"OK, I see." Lawyer Liu nodded.

Then he turned to look at us, "or I'll drive Lulu back to the city first. You'll go to the funeral home."

I stopped Lawyer Liu, "it's better to go together. If manna misses it, it may blame you. Even if it doesn't blame you, you will regret to death."

"But..." Lawyer Liu hesitated. "If I go now and see such a sad scene, I'm afraid I'll faint again."

Frequent fainting is not good for manna's body.

But I insist, "life is like this once. If we miss it, it's really gone. Let her go. At least we've done what we should do."

After being silent for a long time, Lawyer Liu nodded, "well, go. No matter what the situation is, I've been there."

We waited until the car from the funeral home came, and then we went to the funeral home together.

Similar to domestic funeral homes, cremation can begin after the death certificate and identity certificate are presented.

I was worried that Ganlu would feel sad because she missed the process, so I thought about whether to wake her up.

But he turned his head and found that manna had woken up, sat on the stool and looked at the cremator not far away without expression.

"Nectar." I walked over and whispered.

Manna squeezed out a smile and wanted to relax more than I did. "Don't look at me like this. I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. Is the cremation about to start?"

"Well, you can start after signing." I nodded.

Manna answered, clapped her palm and stood up, "well, where to sign? I'll come. My signature is the best."

Refuting manna's words at this time may break his mood.

So I just agreed.

Signing is not a big deal anyway.

But the man who said he had a good signature a few minutes ago, the words really written on the list were as if they had been harmed by something.

The word "manna" is almost written in a large tangled line.

After signing, manna still shook her hand. It took a lot of effort to insert the nib back into the cap, and even sprinkled a lot of ink on the back of her hand.

I took out a wet paper towel to wipe her clean.

Manna held my hand, raised her head and asked me with wet eyes, "manna, why do you say that after people die, a piece of paper can decide whether to rot slowly or turn into a pile of ashes?"

I thought about this question carefully, and then replied, "maybe life has made a lot of choices, so I'll leave it to others for the last time."

I continued to say, "life and death can be decided by myself. After death, it's time for the people around me to decide once, one by one, which is fair, isn't it?"