A life of financial freedom

In the plastic surgery hospital, there are many beautiful women in the office.

A fashionable woman said delicately: "Doctor Chang~~~"

Chang Shen looked calm: "Just say it if you have something to say."

"My chest hurts. Is it a terminal disease? Why don't you touch it..."

As she said that, she pulled Chang Shen's hand towards her breasts. He took back his arm and replied indifferently: "Only fake breasts will hurt."

The beautiful woman's face was stiff.

"Doctor Chang, I want you to do plastic surgery on me. What should I do? As long as you set the conditions..." Another young girl blinked her Caroline eyes and said meaningfully: "I can do anything, even if..."

Chang Shen: "Really?"

Hearing this, the young girl was excited: "Of course."

Chang Shen is not the most capable doctor in the plastic surgery hospital, but he has the best aesthetics. He has seen different races and dissected many corpses. More importantly, he has a wild imagination.

The women he has plastic surgery on will become beautiful. Even if they are not good-looking, they can turn decay into magic and become exquisite girls.

Because of this, many girls come to him for plastic surgery, even if it means sacrificing their bodies.

Chang Shen rolled his eyes and said, "I've been studying 'Ruhua' recently. Are you interested?"

The young woman shut up instantly.

"Doctor Chang, my husband cheated on me. He said that only if I become more beautiful can I win back his love. You help me with plastic surgery, not only for me, but also to save a family."

"Doctor Chang, I had a nightmare last night. It said that I must have a disaster in my life, and only plastic surgery can relieve it."

"..."

Chang Shen hears such strange stories every day. It seems that his clients are all in trouble and can only be saved by plastic surgery.

The above reasons are still good, and there are more bizarre ones, such as: bringing sanitary napkins to sell misery, tracking him to his home...

Chang Shen made great efforts to leave the office. As soon as he walked to the hospital lobby, the nurse at the front desk said: "Doctor Chang, your wife is here again."

Chang Shen followed and looked, Yang Meina leaned against the door, wearing a V-neck sweater and a white high-waisted skirt. The classic black and white color scheme is also advanced and eye-catching.

Her straight black hair was draped over her shoulders, gentle and elegant, low-key and implicit.

Yang Meina often came to the hospital to find Chang Shen, and gave herself the title of "Chang Shen's wife", and as time went on, many nurses in the hospital recognized the title of "wife".

"She is not my wife." Chang Shen frowned.

"Are you the only one in the world called Chang Shen?" Yang Meina's voice came.

When you go out, your identity is given by yourself!

Yang Meina said that she is Chang Shen's wife, but it does not mean that this Chang Shen is not that Chang Shen.

Chang Shen was too lazy to deal with this kind of word game and left the hospital.

When he got outside, he was ready to take a taxi. Yang Meina said, "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

As she said that, she pressed the car key, and the car sounded. She raised her chin with pride.

Since no driver accepted the order, Chang Shen had to get on Yang Meina's car. The latter asked, "Where are you going?"

"Fushouyuan."

Fushouyuan should be considered the most expensive cemetery in China, with hundreds of thousands or even millions.

Yang Meina was silent, pursing her red lips: "Excuse me, whose memorial day is today? Is it important to you?"

Chang Shen is not a person with a sense of ritual, nor does he care about death or anything like that. He even pursues death. But he can actually take the time to go to the cemetery to worship. It is obvious that the person he worships is very meaningful to him.

"An acquaintance." Chang Shen replied, paused, and added: "A very familiar person."

Yang Meina asked: "Is she your ex-girlfriend?"

"..."

Chang Shen kept silent, and Yang Meina was silent too.

She seemed to know why Chang Shen didn't like women. Maybe he had already met a better woman, and that woman died young.

The white moonlight that he couldn't give up in his life left, and no woman could ever enter his heart again in this life.

The car was quiet, Chang Shen looked out the window, and Yang Meina was in a complicated mood, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

After a while, they arrived at Fushou Garden. Chang Shen bought flowers, candles, paper money and the like outside, and then went in.

Turning left and right, they arrived in front of the tomb. Yang Meina looked at the photo on the tombstone, then turned around and looked at Chang Shen, wondering: "Is this your twin brother?"

Chang Shen put the flowers on and replied calmly: "This is me."

Yang Meina: "???!!!"

No, are you sick? !

I was still feeling sad about your lost white moonlight, but I didn't expect you to do this to me.

You didn't even die, but you built a tombstone for yourself?

Are you dead or alive?

"Ahem..." Yang Meina covered her mouth.Lip, coughing, "You should not be dead, right?"

Chang Shen burned paper money and asked, "Can't we build a mausoleum if we are not dead?"

What a good question, Yang Meina couldn't answer it for a while.

And Chang Shen continued to speak: "The final destination of life is death. I arranged my death in advance. Isn't this right?"

"Today is my birthday. Let's count it as my memorial day. It can be regarded as a beginning and an end."

After burning paper money, Chang Shen knelt down and kowtowed to himself in the mausoleum: "You have worked hard this year, thank you."

Yang Meina watched this scene, the living self knelt down to worship the dead self.

Why is there a weird painting style blowing in my face.

After Chang Shen worshipped himself, he cleaned up the sanitation around the mausoleum, then picked up the apple in front of the mausoleum, ate one himself, and handed the other to Yang Meina: "This is worshiped, it is good."

Yang Meina took the apple, looked at Chang Shen, and never ate it.

Chang Shen smiled: "Does it feel weird? It's not something a normal person would do? This feeling is right."

He never thought he was a normal person.

"Do you still want me to date you now?"

"Crack!"

Yang Meina bit the apple, her eyes shining: "I'm more interested."

In essence, Yang Meina is not the kind of woman who yearns for an ordinary life. On the contrary, she likes excitement, and Chang Shen's behavior makes her feel very exciting.

A living person builds a tomb, 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 your birthday?"

"My birthday is over."

Worship is birthday!

"What do you want to do next?"

"Well... I'm going to do something that breaks the rules."

Yang Meina: "???"

Chang Shen shrugged: "We live in this world, bound by the rules of the world. We can't do this or that. There are so many rules and regulations. People are like machines, which is very boring."

"I plan to take pictures where it is forbidden to take pictures, park where it is forbidden to park, go into places where tourists are not allowed to enter, swim where it is forbidden to swim, and be careful of electric shock in places where there is high voltage danger..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Meina interrupted him. She was afraid that if he continued to listen, he would kill himself, so she continued: "Today is your birthday, I will give you a gift."