Murong Zhihong's death was not a small matter. It involved the entire family and group. The funeral, cemetery, and venues for condolences had to be arranged.
Madam Murong nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Nothing, nothing... this is what it should be." Ji Mianmian carefully observed Mrs. Murong's expression and found that she seemed to be haggard, not too sad, and she was even more worried. She had gone through that heartbreaking experience. Heart-piercing pain, she understood that the calmer the surface, the deeper the pain in her heart.
Mr. Murong's death was a fatal blow to Mrs. Murong.
Madam Murong stretched out her hand to pull out the needle on the back of her hand, but Ji Mianmian quickly stopped her: "Hey, madam, I can't do it. I haven't lost yet."
"I'm fine, no need for infusion." Mrs. Murong insisted on pulling it out.
Ji Mianmian held it down and said, "Madam, please wait. I will call the nurse to come over and help you pull it out. Please wait a moment."
As a result, as soon as she turned around, Madam Murong pulled it out by herself. Ji Mianmian scratched her head helplessly.
Madam Murong was about to get out of bed, and Ji Mianmian immediately reached out to help her, "Where are you going? You haven't eaten for more than a day. Let's go get something to eat first?"
Madam Murong is very weak. She hasn't eaten anything since yesterday. She is so sad that she can hardly walk.
Madam Murong shook her head slightly: "It doesn't matter, I'm not hungry. He's still parked in the morgue now. I'll go see him."
Ji Mianmian felt a pang in her heart: "Madam, Mr. Murong..."
"I know, he is dead." Mrs. Murong's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Ji Mianmian felt uncomfortable in her heart. She felt the same way as Mrs. Murong's current mood. It was precisely because of understanding that she understood that the pain was unimaginable to others: "You... you express my condolences."
A bleak smile appeared on Madam Murong's lips: "Yes, my condolences, otherwise what else could I do?"
Until his death, he left with regrets because, in the end, she failed to stand in front of him or say a word to him.
Ji Mianmian helped Mrs. Murong to the morgue, and she finally saw Murong Zhihong's body.
Murong Mian knew that she would definitely want to see him after she woke up, so she had someone tidy up Murong Zhihong and put on the clothes he wore when he was alive, a navy blue suit, a diamond pattern tie, and his hair combed Neatly, there is also a well-made pocket watch in the upper breast pocket.
Madam Murong knew that suit, she bought it for him, and even the pocket watch she helped him choose before.
That pocket watch was Murong Zhihong's favorite thing to carry with him during his lifetime. It was an old item.
However, the suit that he wore once fit him well, but now it is empty. After he fell ill, he quickly aged and lost weight. He was originally a tall and handsome man, but when he died, he was so skinny that only a handful of bones were left.
When Mrs. Murong looked at Murong Zhihong's body, she no longer felt any sadness. She was probably numb from the pain.
Psychologically speaking, when a person is in extreme pain, when the body's instinct cannot bear the pain, it will automatically close the five senses.
She stretched out her hand, gently touched Murong Zhihong's face, and said: "I'm coming... I'm coming..."
His body was cold and stiff, and when he touched it with his fingers, it felt like he was touching a cold stone without any warmth.