President Wife is Pretty and Cool

"Mom, don't be angry, tell you a good thing."

Lan Tingyun smiled in panic.

"What else can you do?"

Zhao Xiumei was puzzled.

She has had enough grievances in these homes these days, Lan Anran bullied her, and this useless son didn't care!

"Mom, of course there is such a good thing. The eldest brother works very well in the hospital, and takes the initiative to ask for overtime every day. I can see that he has started to change."

Lan Yanran said with satisfaction.

Lan Anran Jude is a little strange, but Lan Tingyi has been gnawing on the old in his life, how could he work willingly?

"Oh my God? There is such a good thing? God has opened his eyes!"

Zhao Xiumei smiled, thinking that the old man in the sky was blessing her son.

"Good, good! But Ting Yun, you have to hurry up, you have to get my house back."

Zhao Xiumei is always thinking about her old house. How can it be the Lan family’s old house to sell?

"Mom, the house has been remodeled now, it's impossible to return to the way it used to be."

Lan Tingyun said helplessly.

"I don't care, as long as the foundation is still there, the house is the old house of the Lan family."

Zhao Xiumei was very stubborn at this time.

"Good, good! I will do it!"

Lan Tingyun said perfunctorily.

Here Lan Anran doesn't want to take care of Zhao Xiumei anymore. She wants to go to the hospital to see what Lan Tingyi is doing!

In the hospital.

Lan Ting intends to buy professional surgical equipment from the black market and bring them into the hospital. Outsiders say it is a leather bag for work, so no one finds it.

He hasn't had an operation for many years, and he has some fear when he has just touched the dead body.

The corpse in the morgue is usually stored for three to five days, so in order to ensure the effectiveness of the practice, Lan Tingyi deliberately chose a patient with liver cancer who had just passed away not long ago.

He first gave a bow to the corpse, muttering words in his mouth.

"Sorry, I just want to practice, no offense!"

After Lan Tingyi finished speaking, he picked up the scalpel and gestured at the corpse.

After two hours of practice, Lan Tingyi sutured the corpse smoothly, perfectly without a trace.

The next day, Lan Tingyi waited for the last handover before leaving get off work.

"This is the patient's family member who came to claim the corpse yesterday."

Said the hospital consul.

Lan Ting imagined that there was only one yesterday, and it should be the one he practiced.

He pushed the body out and handed it to the woman in front of him.

The woman held the corpse and cried for a while, and took the corpse away, and found nothing unusual. This made Lan Tingyi a little bit happy. This was the second time he had done this kind of thing, and his courage became more and more Big.

...

Fatty and Lan Anran are drinking coffee in a cafe in Rongcheng.

"Boss, why do you ask me to meet here?"

The fat man took a sip of coffee and smiled.

"It's not convenient at home. At night, you and I will go to the hospital's morgue to stroll around."

Lan Anran stirred the coffee and said seriously.

"Morgue?"

The fat man showed a trace of fear.

"Are you scared?"

Lan Anran smiled.

"No, how could I be afraid of the person lying down, but what are you doing there, do you have a clue to Xiangtian?"

The fat man smiled.

"No, just go take a look, I need your help, help me act out a scene."

Lan Anran smiled.

When the fat man saw Lan Anran's indifferent smile, he knew that the person must be unkind.

"Boss, we can't go during the day? I'm not afraid, but I'm afraid to disturb people's rest."

In order to conceal his fear, the fat man pretended to drink coffee, and said.

"There is no effect during the day, but at night."

Lan Anran got up to leave.

"Boss, are you leaving now?"

The fat man was a little puzzled.

"Buy you a outfit."

Lan Anran smiled and turned to the counter to check out.

"Good, good! Wait for me!"

The fat man drank two cups of coffee in one breath, wiped his mouth and left.

Lan Anran took the fat man to the department store, but instead of visiting a clothing store, he bought some costumes, or to be precise, some props.

"Boss, don't you say you want to take me to buy outfits, what are these things?"

The fat man said strangely.

"This is your outfit, you will use it at night."

Lan Anran chose a few sets for the fat man to try, and chose one of the white long skirts to check out.

"Boss, where are you going to role-play this evening?"

The fat man said jokingly.

"Yup!"

In a blink of an eye, it was night again. Lan Tingyi had just arrived at the hospital and was preparing for an autopsy. This time it was a girl, about a teenager. He picked up the cold scalpel and gradually became more adept.

I didn't notice the sound outside the door at all.

Lan Anran and Fatty have already sneaked into the hospital. Today is Li Yueru on duty, but she will not supervise the morgue, so Lan Anran easily sneaked in.

She saw that the light in the morgue had gone out, but the door was open. It must be Lan Ting's intention to stay on purpose, once someone comes in, he can react quickly.

Lan Anran did not act rashly, and kept hiding in Lan Tingyi's duty room.

"Boss, what are we doing?"

The fat man whispered.

"You change your clothes first!"

Lan Anran ordered that she browsed the registration form on the table of the visitor. She found that Lan Ting intended to tick behind a few people. The dates were all close, but there was no pattern.