The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Van Yan's last words were slow and shady. Liu Qingsong smiled dry. “Exactly. ”

Qin captured his head and asked, "Was the wound in his head, after he died, smashed by someone? ”

“It has hair covering and cannot be judged yet. But there are dead spots on him, indicating that the blood has precipitated and decomposed, which means that even if it can bleed, it can't be so bright and red and so much!” Valjen answered honestly.

Someone questioned, "But you can't freeze to death this day? ”

Liu Qingsong hastily grabbed the answer in order to exasperate Van Yan. “Don't rich people have ice cellars? Some inns don't have ice cellars? It must be cold weather to freeze someone to death! ”

“Somebody!” Qin Huang shouted.

There's a jailbird walking up here, arching his way, "Yes! ”

“Write down all these... uh, autopsies... and get a paper note!” Qin Captain commanded.

That servant was in trouble for a while, approaching him to keep his voice down, “Boss, we don't even know a few words! ”

“Let's do it next time!” There was a young gentleman in the crowd who looked like a gentleman and walked a few steps forward.

Qin captured his head and looked at him, arching his hand, "Thank you! ”

The master cabinet immediately instructed someone to prepare paper and pen, this young gentleman sat down a few years ago and wrote down everything he had just heard.

“This woman, the victim is slightly red, isn't she drunk?” Qin's capture is still somewhat confusing. Aren't ordinary people all pale and scary when they die? How could there be more red?

Everyone also listened to Van Yan about the smell of the autopsy, and forgot that she was just a young woman, so they all asked together.

“How could it be drunk? On the one hand, he didn't smell alcohol at all, and on the other, it wasn't red, it was frozen to death.” Nor does Van care about the surprise in everyone's face, "he continued.“ This corpse spot is called Furong. ”

The young man who recorded the autopsy, he couldn't help but say, "Furong? Why is there such a horrible name? ”

The face was not tight and not slow to explain, “The colour of the drunken flower is uncertain, changed three times a day, the flower crown was white at the beginning of the morning, and gradually turned pink. In the afternoon and evening when the apoptosis became red, hence also known as the three drunken flowers. At the beginning of the frozen victim's test, her face shriveled yellow, until she experienced a little heat, two blushes, and her face looked like a flounce. Is this different from the three drunken flounces? ”

The people suddenly realized that there was still a famous man.

Liu Qingsong listened very seriously, he used to be a TCM, he only knew a little about some of the forensic common sense, and later studied autopsy in Datang, because he understood the human anatomy, so his autopsy technique is one of the best in Datang, but it is far less than that of Yan, a forensic doctor with a thousand autopsy experience.

The study of autopsy was also forced by Xiao Song. Liu Qingsong was not very interested in the autopsy and other work, or even a little disgusted, but now that he heard what Van Yan said, he suddenly felt a little excited.

After a long silence in the hall, someone whispered later. After all, the ancients feared ghosts, treated the dead far away, treated those who knew the bodies, admired and admired them, but did not like them very much.

Qin's captain also reacted somewhat, “The woman is...”

“I am also a doctor, but I see more patients and more dead people, and I know people naturally.” Van Yan thought Liu Qingsong's technique was very useful, so he moved it here and took a downhole stone to avenge Liu Qingsong's infidelity. “Did Dr. Liu not see it, or did he intentionally end the shelf? ”

Either way, it's despised enough.

Liu Qingsong immediately hugged his thigh and smiled. “Of course I didn't see it! Otherwise, how can you do it? ”

Van thinks he is too conservative about Liu Qingsong's face. Where is this face? Directly comparable to the Great Wall.

Liu Qingsong was so mixed up, most people were only amazed at the young, highly skilled and knowledgeable people.

Ling Pingyu looked at Van, the wife from the Zheng family in the memory was also of such a magnificent temperament, no matter how big the scene, she was always so elegant and sophisticated. Although there was less spirituality between the eyebrows, this charm is like her.

“It's Zheng's blood!” Pingyu muttered.

Wen Pingyu and Wen Wen are the same father and brother, and his identity is not only a little less than that of Wen Wen, but speaking from the heart, since he was little to big, Wen Pingyu really didn't see this brother in his eyes. Without mentioning the means and virtue of doing things, his temperament and the way he sees people makes people afraid to compliment him.

Lynn also forgot the fear at the beginning. There was a slight difference in the way she looked at Lynn. She never thought that the most despised, cowardly XVII she had ever felt, actually saved her today in danger. Thinking about the pleasure of giving her those jade stones in the previous days, Lynn began to like this seventeen sister in her heart.

The chief Qin captured the guests who entered the inn within two hours, and the rest of them stayed in their rooms. He sent Valjen's autopsy results to the prefecture, let the county lieutenant see and make a decision, and led himself in capturing testimony and evidence in a room.

“Yan is really impressive!” Val Pingyu sighed.

When he saw that he was sighing, his eyes were filled with joy and joy, and he never answered.

"Yan is so talented and worthy of Choi's sixth room! ”

“Uncle is joking.” Valjen never underestimated herself, but she never looked at herself too high. With regard to marriage, it was only inappropriate and not worthy.

A few people spoke for a while, Liu Qingsong had a thick face to worship the master art, eventually he was helpless, so he had to say to learn from each other. She taught him autopsy, he taught him traditional Chinese medicine, and Liu Qingsong returned to his house satisfied.

After lunch, Valjen started practicing.

In the evening, almost all the cargo on board had been transferred to the carriage, and Valentine came back to rest. After washing, the first came to Valjen.

Wen Yunsheng stood at the door and listened for a while before knocking on the door.

“Yan has blown very well.” Valen Yunsheng Dao.

Van laid down his cock and smiled softly, "It works. ”

It's just not natural enough, and Van feels like she needs to find something to relax the nerves she's been straining.

“This is...” Wen Yunsheng saw several brochures with a score, each of which was clearly marked with a twist and a fluctuation, and the writing was powerful and thick, with a penetrating force, obviously a man's handwriting.

“Xiao Lang-jun gave it to me.” Valjen has never hidden anything.

Wen Yunsheng shrugged. The score was clearly written with the heart. The handwriting was fresh. “Do you still have a private relationship with Xiao Lang Jun? ”

Vaughn poured him a slight gesture of water, “We act brightly. Why are we talking privately?” (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.)