The cosmetic surgery clinic and the office are filled with beautiful women.
A stylish woman said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Dr. Chang~~~"
Chang Shen remained calm and said, "Speak plainly if you have something to say."
"Someone has chest pain, does that mean they have some kind of terminal illness? Why don't you feel it...?"
As he spoke, he pulled Chang Shen's hand toward your mountain peak. He withdrew his arm and replied indifferently, "Only fake breasts hurt."
The fashionable woman's face stiffened.
"Dr. Chang, I want you to perform cosmetic surgery on me, what should I do? As long as you name your price..." Another young woman blinked her striking eyes and said meaningfully, "I'm willing to do anything, even..."
Chang Shen: "Really?"
Upon hearing this, the young woman exclaimed excitedly, "Of course!"
Chang Shen is not the most skilled surgeon at the plastic surgery hospital, but he has the best aesthetic sense. He has seen different races and dissected many corpses. More importantly, he has a wildly imaginative mind.
The women he has had cosmetic surgery on all become beautiful. Even those who are not good-looking can be transformed into exquisite girls.
That's why many girls come to him for plastic surgery, even at the cost of their bodies.
Chang Shen rolled his dead fish eyes: "I've been researching 'Ru Hua' lately, are you interested?"
The young woman immediately fell silent.
"Dr. Chang, my husband is cheating on me. He says that only if I become more beautiful can I win back his love. Please help me with plastic surgery, not only for me, but also to save a family."
"Dr. Chang, I had a nightmare last night that said I was destined to face a calamity, and only plastic surgery could avert it."
“... ..."
Chang Shen hears these strange stories every day, as if his clients have all suffered calamities and only plastic surgery can save them.
The reasons mentioned above are relatively mild; some are even more bizarre, such as: coming to plead for sympathy while wearing sanitary napkins, and being tracked down to his home...
Chang Shen exerted all his strength to leave the office. Just as he reached the hospital lobby, the nurse at the front desk said, "Dr. Chang, your wife is here again."
Chang Shen followed the gaze and saw Yang Meina leaning against the doorway, wearing a V-neck knit sweater paired with a white high-waisted skirt. The classic black and white color scheme was sophisticated and eye-catching.
Her straight, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, exuding gentleness and elegance, understated and reserved.
Yang Meina frequently visited Chang Shen at the hospital and adopted the title of "Chang Shen's wife." As time went on, many nurses at the hospital accepted the title of "wife."
“She is not my wife.” Chang Shen frowned.
"Is Chang Shen the only person in the world named Chang Shen?" Yang Meina's voice came from behind.
When you're out and about, you give yourself your own identity!
Yang Meina said she is Chang Shen's wife, but that does not mean that this Chang Shen is not the same Chang Shen as the other Chang Shen.
Chang Shen was too lazy to bother with such word games and left the hospital.
Once outside, he was about to hail a taxi when Yang Meina said, "Where to? I'll take you."
As she spoke, she pressed the car key, the car started to run, and she proudly raised her chin.
With no drivers willing to accept his fare, Chang Shen had no choice but to get into Yang Meina's car. The latter asked, "Where are you going?"
"Fushouyuan".
Fushouyuan Cemetery is probably the most expensive cemetery in China, with prices often reaching hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan.
Yang Meina remained silent, pursing her lips. "If I may ask, whose death anniversary is today? Is it important to you?"
Chang Shen is not a person who values rituals, nor does he care about death or anything like that; in fact, he even pursues death. Yet, he can actually spend time visiting cemeteries to pay his respects, which clearly shows that the people he visits are very meaningful to him.
“An acquaintance,” Chang Shen replied, pausing before adding, “someone I know very, very well.”
Yang Meina pressed further, "Was she your ex-girlfriend?"
“... ..."
Chang Shen remained silent, and Yang Meina also fell silent.
She seemed to already know why Chang Shen was aloof from women; perhaps he had already met a better woman, who died young.
The white moonlight he could never let go of left him, and no woman could ever enter his heart again.
The car was quiet. Chang Shen looked out the window, while Yang Meina was filled with complicated emotions and her mind was in turmoil.
After a while, we arrived at Fushou Garden. Outside, Chang Shen bought flowers, candles, and paper money, and then went inside.
After turning left and right, they arrived at the grave. Yang Meina looked at the photo on the tombstone, then turned to examine Chang Shen and asked in confusion, "Is this your twin brother?"
As Chang Shen placed the flowers, he calmly replied, "These are mine."
Yang Meina: "???!!!"
No, are you crazy?!
I was still feeling sentimental about your lost love when you pulled this stunt on me.
You're not even dead, yet you're putting a tombstone on yourself?
Are you dead or alive?
"Cough cough cough..." Yang Meina covered her mouth, coughing incessantly. "You're not dead, are you?"
As Chang Shen burned paper money, he retorted, "Can't a tomb be built if you're not dead?"
That's a really good question, and Yang Meina couldn't answer it for a moment.
Chang Shen continued, "The ultimate destination of every person is death. Is it wrong for me to arrange my death in advance?"
"Today is my birthday, which can also be considered my death anniversary, so that it can be considered a proper ending."
After burning the paper money, Chang Shen knelt down and kowtowed to his own image in the tomb: "You've worked hard this year, thank you."
As Yang Meina watched this scene, the living self knelt before the dead self.
There's a strange art style coming at me.
After paying his respects, Chang Shen cleaned up the area around the tomb. Then, he picked up an apple from in front of the tomb, ate one himself, and handed the other to Yang Meina: "This is from the offering; it brings good fortune."
Yang Meina took the apple, looked at Chang Shen, but didn't take a bite.
Chang Shen smiled and said, "Doesn't it feel strange? It's not something a normal person would do. That's the right feeling."
He never considered himself a normal person.
Do you still want to date me?
"Snap!"
Yang Meina took a bite of the apple, her eyes shining: "I'm even more interested now."
In essence, Yang Meina was not the kind of woman who longed for an ordinary life; on the contrary, she liked excitement, and Chang Shen's behavior gave her a great sense of excitement.
Building a tomb for the living, amazing...
Chang Shen shook his head, and the two left the cemetery. Yang Meina asked, "By the way, today is your birthday. Have you thought about how to celebrate it?"
My birthday is over.
Worshiping is like celebrating a birthday!
"So, what's next?"
"Hmm... I'm going to do something that breaks the rules."
Yang Meina: "???"
Chang Shen shrugged: "We live in this world, bound by its rules. We can't do this or that, there are so many restrictions. People are like machines, it's really boring."
"I plan to take photos where photography is prohibited, park where parking is prohibited, enter areas where tourists are not allowed, swim where swimming is prohibited, and be aware of high-voltage dangers and the risk of electric shock..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Meina interrupted him, afraid that if she listened any longer this guy would get himself into trouble, and continued, "Today is your birthday, I have a gift for you."
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