The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

She poured water late and late, but found all the blood spitting out of her mouth, hurriedly breaking open her mouth, shocked, “History of stabbing, she bit herself. ”

From the beginning to the end, Van Yan stood not far away and never moved, only at the moment of the late fall of the river, Van Yan saw the blood from the corner of her lips, the love and hatred of the late night was so strong, if she was really determined to die, how could she leave herself a chance!

She washed away her inner hatred with Zhang Fei's blood, and I'm afraid she had to pay for her insignificant life in the Ping River before she could meditate.

Valjen looked down at the corpse lying on the boat. “Ma'am, are you okay?” Night green worried.

She shook her head. She remembered that Yunsheng said that Yin Night was a lively girl who loved to laugh, and often ignored the rules of the family. There was some treason. Such a girl had to pretend to be a good example. It was an extreme pain for her! And she lives, based on her own sister's life, and always worried about being poked through...

Stabbed? Yan Yan shook his face, his heart was clear. Yin Night and Night were imperfect in disguise. Perhaps he was seen by Han Shan and Chun. He killed and blamed Qin Shiro.

After taking a deep breath, Van Yan gave Liu Pin his farewell, then took the late green down the painting.

When the case reached this point, Van Yan no longer wanted to pay attention. As before, she was only responsible for the autopsy, investigating the crime scene, and providing the right direction and clues for the criminal investigation. She would never have minded her own business if the case had not involved the safety of the late Green.

Leaning against the carriage, Valjen removed a piece of paper stuffed by Wei from her sleeve bag and opened it carefully, containing three carefully stacked pieces of paper.

There is a line of small prints on it, and Valen leans against the window and looks clearly at the contents of the paper.

- It's a deed!

Van Yan quickly unveiled the second one, still a deed of house, just under the light of bamboo curtain, Van Yan clearly saw, there are two in the shop in Suzhou East City, a house in Yangzhou City.

All three are deeds. In the Tang Dynasty, a woman has no land ownership, but can own some deeds, slaves' deeds of sale. This should be the retreat prepared by Wei Shi for herself or Cui Mei. Unfortunately, everything was destroyed, but this cheap teach her to take possession.

Thinking of the woman like smoke and rain ink, Valjen sighed and folded the deed back into her sleeve bag.

Van Yan estimated that she would soon be sent to the Movie Mai 'an Ritual Buddha, so she was prepared to go to the Colour Show Hall today. Although she is not short of that money now, she is convinced that, since a deposit has been received and half cured, it cannot be terminated for no reason.

In the evening, the big green wound healed, tired all morning, his face began to look a little white, but he was not relieved to go to the brothel alone, insisting on following along.

After noon, Valjen switched carriages in the capital and found a restaurant at the east entrance. After a few casual meals, he hired two sedans from the street to go to the Caixiu Hall.

At the end of the deep alley, the back door of the Cai Xiu Hall remains closed. After getting out of the sedan at night, go up and knock on the door ring.

The door was squeaked open from inside, a young girl with a pink blue flower skirt came out, described lazy to look at the green at night, beat up an arrogance, “We don't do business this month...” After a pause, she thought the other party was a woman, she wouldn't come to have fun, then turned, “This is a colored show hall, who are you looking for? ”

“Miss Trouble informed that our mother is here to see a doctor for Miss Ziou.” Night green is a polite way to go.

The girl stared at the curiosity of her eyes with a fenced, unspoken face. The tone was respectful, "Don't tell me, it turns out she's a doctor, Am has already told you, please come in. ”

The Blue Skirt Girl leads Valjen into the door and owes her way, "Please come with me. ”

Entering the Colour Show Hall, the noise of silk and bamboo appeared quieter in the courtyard than the last time, and the summer sun exposed the plants in the courtyard, with intense notes of grass and flowers in the steaming hot gas, clogged tightly.

While passing through the corridor, several prostitutes were seen crouching around the railings in the pavilion with a light veil, feeding bored fish and chatting.

Two gossiping women saw the face on the porch and the late green, her eyes suddenly lit up, sweeping away a lonely boredom, and her spirit patted the bean green and light veil skirt that was feeding the fish next to her, "Oops! Stop feeding. You've been hanging on to some fish these past two days! ”

The woman didn't lift her head, “What can I do if I don't feed the fish? Can you blame me for feeding these little bastards too much? ”

The two people next to her dragged her hard, the woman felt something different, lazy to look at the two eyes, saw the face covered by the fence, also came the spirit, whispered, "Who is that? ”

The other woman said, "I heard Am didn't open the door these days to wait for someone, is this the guy? ”

“What man, Kazuki? Hookie?” The woman in the bean green dress approached.

“It's not a Hookie Flower Queen! It's a doctor and a woman. Haven't you heard of Lady Valentine lately? She's the only doctor in Suzhou City. I guess that's her! ”

“Lady Valentine?! Is that the seventeenth lady who was retired from the Yan family? ”

“Can Suzhou City find another 17th Princess? I heard that she was extremely beautiful. She couldn't give up much more than Six Qi. Her marriage with the Yan family was just the right thing to do. She looked like a lady, and she was very talented. Unfortunately, she didn't do anything right, so she had to do the autopsy job to make herself look cheap...”

Their voices were very low, but they could still be heard invisibly in the corridor, and their green eyes lit up at night and their anger swept away, “Mama! We're not going to show them here! I don't know how to say this in front of you! We don't deserve that. ”

The green voice was loud at night, just yelled twice, and as soon as he attacked the princess's dress, he rushed out of the house, pointing to the idle prostitutes and shouting, “You little hooves, if you don't receive guests for three days, you want to be a man. Now you chew up your tongue in front of people, you piss off the doctor, and carefully put all of you in the military camp! ”

The women trembled and hurried up to compensate Valjen for her bending knees.

The lady in the princess dress quenched her anger and turned to Valjen to compensate her. “They are all cheap bitches. You can't even hear what they have to say. Don't worry about it. ”

Valjen recognized the woman, the last time she saw the red apricot, so she answered faintly, “Lead the way. ”

The red apricot language speaks for this reason, then there is a loss of identity. Green also had to endure anger at night, coldly humming, as Valjen went to the house.

“Haven't seen you for days, Ma'am?” Red Apricot asked with a smile.

“Sang-an.” After sweeping her face, she knew that the traditional Chinese medicine had worked without sores.

Two more arches passed, and a bend turned to see the house covered in flowers. As soon as he stepped into the house, the strong Chinese medicine flavor poured his nose. This was still the room originally arranged for Purple to live in, and no place had been moved.

A woman in plain clothes sat at the front of the window, even in the house, with a light veil on her face.

When she heard the footsteps, the woman turned back and a pair of doubtful eyes turned to Valjen.

“Ziao, this is the doctor who cures your illness!” Red Apricot's own illness has not worsened, she is in a great mood, and she is naturally not the same as Valjen. Instead, she asked to wait and wait, "Go and tell Am that the doctor is here. ”

The waiter should withdraw.

Purple Oo reacted and rose to pay tribute to Valjen.

Jean took off her shoes in the seat opposite her, and sat down with a faint voice, "Sit down. ”

Purple Ooh didn't expect Valentine's attitude to be so cold, he slightly stunned, and then sat back on the table.

“How have the abscesses healed in recent days?” Van asked.

Purple Ou's spirit has been in a state of trance for a few days. Valentine's rhythm was too fast, skipping the greeting chill, and rushing straight to the theme. She couldn't react at once.

Red Apricot immediately interfaced, “Much better, some places have been scabbed off, Am can control the condition, so wait patiently for you to come. ”

Yan Ma can really hold her breath. Do you trust her like that? Too confident?

Valjen took a closer look at the skin on the outside of the clothes, the hands, the face, many sores had started to scab, some had just fallen off, revealing new skin.

“Recovery is good, it may hurt a little to do the last step treatment for you now.” Valjen shows how many toolboxes he puts on late green.

“No problem. As long as I can cure it, I'm willing to put up with anything.” Purple Ox Phantom.

Because she contracted the disease, her only sister, for her sake, had to serve an old man more than half a century old with the only remaining youth, and she herself had changed from a beautiful woman to an ugly one.

Valjen understood the purple mood, while removing the syringe from the box, while walking, "Then I gave you some conditioning formula, after the healing, the appearance will recover the previous 70%. ”

Valjen glanced at Purple's somewhat collapsed nose. She was just a forensic doctor, not a plastic surgeon, and was powerless to produce this defect on her face.

Purple Ogata was delighted and hurried to thank her.

Valentine glanced softly, “You're welcome, it's for money. ”

Purple stared at Valjen with tweezers clamping a needle in the wine, put it in a kind of water and wash it on the syringe, skilled, like a tea cleaning technique. Not that she lacks this kind of money, but she feels that Valjen's personality is really strange, seemingly indifferent, yet she knows her inner thoughts and opens them up. If she is enthusiastic, she also makes the boundaries clear.

“Hands out.” Valjen sucked a little from a bottle filled with penicillin and raised her head to Purple Odds. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)