Hospital 444
Chapter 242 - 33 Hai Han

Chapter 242: Chapter 33 Hai Han

Blue Island.

At this time, the night was deep.

Hai Han always liked to watch the tides of Blue Island’s sea at night.

In the distance was the lighthouse of Blue Island, lighting the way for fishing boats in the night.

In January on Blue Island, the weather was still somewhat cold, but Hai Han’s clothes were not very thick. He liked the feeling of the sea breeze on his skin.

Then, he looked at the sea before him.

On Blue Island, almost everyone could swim, and everyone could fish; it seemed as if the scent of the sea was etched into their bones from birth.

Hai Han was no exception.

As a child, he would often swim in the sea with the other island children. No matter how big the tides were, they could always turn danger into safety. Diving and swimming underwater was a common occurrence.

But now...

Hai Han wouldn’t go into the water anymore.

"Hai Han, Hai Han!"

Hai Han heard someone calling him from behind.

It was his sister, Hai Yin.

"Sis..." Hai Han hadn’t even had the chance to speak when his sister came over and draped a coat over him.

"I knew you would only wear so little clothing when you came out. Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?"

"Sis, I’m fine..." Hai Han had guessed his sister might come looking for him, "I just like to listen to the tides at this time."

He lied.

Actually, Hai Han had come to look for someone nearby.

But he had to keep it a secret from everyone else.

Hai Han looked at the lighthouse ahead and said, "Dad is coming back on the fishing boat tomorrow."

"Our Blue Island’s legendary fisherman and archer," his sister responded with a very cheerful expression upon mentioning their father, "Alright, let’s not talk any more, let’s go quickly. The wind is so strong, you really aren’t afraid of catching a cold, are you? Also, have you finished your homework?"

"Sis, you’re starting to nag almost as much as mom lately."

Even though he said this, Hai Han knew that his sister, Hai Yin, loved him very much.

"Really, mom always says that you’re more like him when he was young, always liking to play around everywhere. I’m always so skeptical."

"Doesn’t Uncle say the same thing?"

"Who doesn’t know Uncle dotes on you the most! I can’t fully believe what he says. Alright, Hai Han, you must never run out again without saying anything."

"I know, sister."

Hai Han then left with his sister.

On the way, Hai Han kept subconsciously looking in a certain direction behind him.

That place held a big secret in Hai Han’s heart.

"What are you looking at, Hai Han?"

When he heard Hai Yin’s words, Hai Han immediately began to change the subject, "Sis, I just remembered, the thing you most resemble mom in is learning things really quickly."

Sister didn’t mind his abrupt change of subject and said, "Oh, is that so?"

"Didn’t mom used to learn painting from Aunt Leng? Art relies a lot on talent, yet mom learned really quickly. I heard dad fell in love with her at first sight because of her painting."

"That’s true, but it’s a pity mom’s now working with Uncle in the funeral business, and she doesn’t paint anymore."

Following his sister, Hai Han eventually returned home.

"Mom, I’ve brought brother back."

As soon as they entered, Hai Yin, addressing their mother who was knitting a scarf, said, "He went to the lighthouse by himself again, it’s too close to the shore. I’m worried about him when the tide rises; there could be an accident."

"Hai Han, you’re not listening again," said his mother, Ji Danshu, who was knitting a scarf, as she looked at her son with a reprimanding tone, "Do you really like the lighthouse that much?"

"Mom, just think of it as me liking it over there," he replied.

"You," his mother said, holding the half-knitted scarf in her hands, "I made this scarf for you. Don’t always go out in such cold weather with so little on, you boys may be robust, but you shouldn’t be so careless. You should know we only have one clinic on the island."

"Uh-huh, got it."

Anyone could tell from Hai Han’s response that he was insincere.

"Hai Han, don’t be like this, talk to mom properly," she said.

Hai Han could only look at his mother, Ji Danshu, nod solemnly, and said, "I understand."

"Hai Han, come here," Ji Danshu, pulling her son’s hand, asked curiously, "You used to love swimming in the sea, but lately, you haven’t gone at all, just sitting by the coast. Are you afraid of the sea or not?"

"I don’t like the sea beyond Bihai Island," Hai Han stated bluntly, "No, I should say, I despise that sea."

At these words, Ji Danshu’s face changed slightly.

"Hai Yin, go back to your room, I have something to discuss with Hai Han."

Hai Yin had no idea what her mother wanted to discuss with her brother, but she didn’t ask any questions and left right away.

Ji Danshu grasped Hai Han’s hand, lowering her voice she said, "Did you, perhaps, hear someone say something?"

Looking at Ji Danshu’s anxious expression, Hai Han asked, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Did you hear someone tell you something about the sea?"

Just then, all of a sudden, there was a knock at the door.

"Danshu, Danshu!"

Upon hearing the voice, Ji Danshu quickly went to the door and opened it.

Standing outside was a man with a large beard who said, "Danshu, it’s like this, Grandma Li has passed away."

"Alright, I understand."

Ji Danshu’s family ran the funeral business on the island. She herself was an exceptionally skilled mortician who could make up a corpse to look life-like, allowing the deceased to depart with dignity.

After the death of Ji Danshu’s father, this craft was passed down to her and her brother, Ji Danyang.

To the Chinese, death is always a taboo subject. Therefore, those in the funeral business are often deemed unlucky by many.

But on Bihai Island, it was an exception. The islanders did not discriminate against the Ji Family; on the contrary, the Ji Family was quite popular on the island, and during festivals and holidays, many islanders would visit.

Although it was late into the night, Ji Danshu still quickly made her way to where Grandma Li had died.

Grandma Li was very old, and she passed away peacefully, so it was considered to be a happy death. However, her family thought she was sleeping until dinner time when they discovered something was wrong. By then, the body had already started to stiffen, so they needed the Ji Family to come and take care of it. Ji Danshu’s brother, Ji Danyang, had already arrived.

"Brother..."

"Danshu, you’re here?" Ji Danyang looked at his sister and said, "Grandma Li was always so good to us, I never expected..."

The relatives present looked at Grandma Li’s cold body, and strangely... not a single one cried.

Not only did no one cry, but the relatives were even happily chatting as they welcomed Ji Danshu.

"Danshu," spoke the late Grandma Li’s husband, "we’ve really troubled you. My old lady, she didn’t pick a good time to go, troubling you to come over so late at night."

"It’s fine," Ji Danshu replied to Grandpa Li, who didn’t show a hint of sorrow, as if it was all perfectly normal, "I just didn’t expect Grandma Li to go so suddenly, she looked quite well just a few days ago..."

As she spoke, a touch of melancholy crossed her eyes.

"It’s all fate," Grandpa Li sighed, "But she was 94, it’s not a bad age to go. I’ve thought about it, I’m not treating my liver cancer, maybe next year, I’ll follow her. We’ll meet soon again, so there’s no need to worry."

"Grandpa Li, you..."

"Why waste the money on treatment and the hassle of going to the city for chemotherapy? Look, Danshu, when it’s my time, I’ll leave my body in your care. Your skills are just like your father’s, very impressive. Once we’re gone, this house can be left for my grandson to use when he gets married."

"Rest assured, Grandpa Li, my skills won’t let you down," she said.

Afterward, Ji Danshu went over to help her brother wipe down Grandma Li’s stiffened body.

"Grandpa Li really knows how to take things in stride," said Ji Danshu to her brother, "My brother-in-law is coming back by boat tomorrow; he can help us manage Grandma Li’s funeral."