The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Unlike other diseases, diagnosing and treating trauma, it is not possible to ask the pulse condition alone. Braun is not afraid of being seen around her neck, but it is difficult to avoid thinking about the marks that she has all over her neck.

But when he saw Zhou's medical order, Van Yan basically dispelled that concern. He is an old man up and down the age of fifty, slightly rickety back, wearing a light green crew neck uniform, black head head, white face, muscle relaxation, has a deep groove, eyelids slightly dripping, so that others can not see his eyes, attitude is neither arrogant nor humble, at first glance is the kind of person who is blind to everything but medicine.

Protecting the privacy of patients is also one of the ethics of doctors, especially your doctor.

“Seventeen, come and see Zhou's medical order.” Valjeune Yudo.

Valjen rose with Jonesy and bowed down to pay his respects to Zhou, "Zhou Zhou's medical order was met by the XVII. ”

“The seventeenth lady broke her husband.” Doctor Zhou stretched out his hand to lift her up. "There is no need for courtesy, there is no need for courtesy. ”

Zhou was also mixed up in the official field for decades. Although as a doctor, Tai Ji's order to the seventh grade was already limited, and he could not be involved in any major social affairs at all, as a Tai Ji's order, he often dealt with the chief minister of the court, making him well aware of the official way. At the moment Xiao Song invited him here, he already knew about Valjen's weight, so he didn't dare be lazy.

“Originally, Xiao Samurai came to Too in the morning, only because the old man asked about the little princess's illness, which was delayed, seventeen mothers forgive me.” Zhou Zheng clearly knew that Van did not know about Xiao Song's commission, but explained it again.

Taking care of the princess was a matter of her own accord, and coming to show her the wounds was just a walk away. Van Yan did not know how to answer. He said so many things wrong, so he sincerely said, "Zhou's medical order is serious. ”

Healing wounds is naturally not allowed to be seen by the public, and Zhou's medical order requires everyone to wait outside except for a personal waiter. That's what Xiao Song meant.

This is a small matter, and Val Pingyu and others naturally photograph it.

Until the bandage was unwrapped, Zhou Doctor's order did not see the spots, just saw the stitched wound, and he was amazed, "So stitched up... I don't know who did it? ”

With such a superior surgery, there is no need for him to come to the doctor. Doctor Zhou is not the best at medical trauma, although he is also good at it, but he cannot compare it to Suva. The main thing is, he is a killer. He has been bruised on both ends for three days and often “experiments” with himself. Familiarity is a coincidence!

“Liu Qingsong.” Since Su Fu himself had not revealed his medical skills, and his face was not easy to poke, but he could not say that it was sewn by himself. He had to pull Liu Qingsong over.

Doctor Zhou knew Liu Qingsong and knew that his medical skills were superb. Therefore, he did not doubt it. He was just secretly surprised. Samurai Xiao was also too tight on the 17th lady! I didn't feel comfortable seeing a doctor and asking him to do it again.

Xiao Song refused to let Liu Qingsong come, mainly considering his inanimate nature without gossip. Once he saw the marks on Valjen's neck, he feared it would be bad.

“Dr. Liu's medication is also excellent, the wound healing is good, no further medication is necessary, just look at the face of seventeen mothers, about too much blood loss, you need to make up for the blood, the husband wrote a square.” Zhou Doctor ordered.

Song Lan said, immediately prepare paper and pen on the outer few.

Valentine saluted, “There is a medical order for Zhou. ”

Doctor Zhou asked nicely and stood up and went outside. After writing the prescription, he said that he was busy in his office and pushed him to stay for lunch.

Val Pingyu personally sent Zhou medical order to go out and seize the opportunity to pull the relationship.

Roche's heart was a little conflicted. Since last night, she had felt Xiao Song's feelings for Valjean and was excited and worried. For her family, Van Yan married Xiao Song more helpful than she married Choi's 6th room, Choi's 6th room, it sounds nice to go out, but that pulse is already thin, no one but Song Qiyuan has a slight role to play. Besides, Song's far away nature is scattered and casual, it is not even official. Such a person is talented and has no benefit for Pingyu's business.

On the other hand, Xiao Samurang wants a character. He wants a family. His appearance is also outstanding. Solitude is the life of a grasshopper... But if it's not Grasshopper's wife, it's not his turn...

Why don't we go out to the cloud warden and give them two and an eight-letter, and what if there's a reason? Xiao Song was overruled by the head of the cloud. He certainly knew his birthday.

When Roche thought of this, she immediately ordered someone to prepare a gift. It was not too late, she was going to visit the cloud warden today.

After finishing lunch, Valjen laid down for a little while and sat in the attic of Xiyuan, close to the garden, looking at the clubs.

The sun is good and the plums are bright, especially bright in the snow. Cold fragrances overflow, and when the wind blows, you can smell them even in the attic.

“Ma'am, you used to love poetry. Now the snow is so beautiful, why don't you play poetry?” Late Green saw Valjen was bored and warned him.

Valentine said for a long time, "Good advice. ”

Literary cultivation was really important in ancient times, so Valjen tried it in her heart.

……

Ah, whose aorta was broken by a knife...

Red plums all over the floor...

Van Yan shook his head, as if Tang Poetry was not in this format, what is the usual poetry scripture?

Try again--

The aorta was torn apart by red plums, red plums filled with people in shock, people in shock difficult to supply oxygen, difficult to supply oxygen brain death...

Looks good? She looked softly at the view outside, how she felt about that bunch of dense red plums, like blood drops on white practice.

Van Yan also did not know that this is not a poem, thinking half of it, my heart felt that I must accept criticism in vain, besides, the level of green at night does not seem high, I shouldn't laugh at her, so I whispered and read the “poem” I wrote.

After listening to Green at night, he said, "Ma'am, there are red plums and no snow? Shouldn't it be? But the aorta, the shock, it was so deep, I thought it was a good poem. But such a beautiful scene, how can you talk about death and death? ”

Van Huan wrote her first poem, Night Green said it was deep, it was already a very high evaluation. She was still satisfied, but worried that Night Green didn't understand the medical terminology, so she wrote down the poem and was ready to ask Song Blue.

It is said that Google Blue is very talented.

Just now, listening to the communication outside, Xiao Samurang and Dr. Liu came to visit.

Valjen stuffed her things under a bunch of books on the shelf next to her and asked them to come to the attic.

After a moment, Van Yunsheng joined Xiao Song and Liu Qingsong in the cabinet.

Xiao Song attacked the colored official uniform, wearing black head, a refreshing look, he saw the color of the face slightly better before relaxing.

Wen Yunsheng saw that Yantai was about to go downstairs in the green at night and asked, "What are you doing? ”

Evening Green felt that Valjen had rarely done an elegant thing since May's illness healed, and said proudly, "The woman is writing poetry. ”

“Oh?” Shouted Xiao Song, a pair of bright black eyes with a smile on her face. “Is there a good sentence? ”

Liu Qingsong also said that she wrote the poem of the previous person. She unusually wanted Valen to show her face. Isn't there usually a plot like this when she shook these exits to the chapter? Then she squinted her sleeves and smiled. "Seventeen women are talented. There are fewer people here. Although not enough, the calf test knife can always be used once, come and read it. ”

Van Yan glanced at Liu Qingsong and disappeared for two days. His temperament was even more obscene. Every move was accompanied by confusion.

“I don't know how to write poetry, why don't you all do a few songs and let me learn.” Valentine.

Liu Qingsong glared at her eyes and disbelieved, “How could it not be? ”

Valjen glanced at him coldly and felt a little faint. In fact, she also wanted to see someone who understood poetry, but when she first wrote poetry, she was afraid she couldn't do it... after all, she had not been ashamed of herself for many years.

Wan Yunsheng said to invite several people to sit down. He wanted to say a poetry order, but when Xiao Song was busy, he didn't say anything.

Liu Qingsong was chaotic, the small pavilion was not large, there were only two bookshelves, and there were not many books on it. He could sweep them with a few eyes. At first glance, he saw that a corner of paper was different from the color of the book paper.

Xiao Song naturally saw it a long time ago, but since Van Wan didn't want to say it, he didn't have to ask.

When Van Yan found out that Liu Qingsong's actions could be stopped in the future, he saw him claw to salvage the book. "That's a good book! ”

And it was deliberate and accidental to find a piece of paper inside. "Oops, there's words. ”

Speaking, he picked up the paper on the ground and unfolded it. Because he was sure that Valjen had written a famous phrase, but was embarrassed to show off before hiding it, so he looked at it without his brain and said, "The aorta was ripped open and the plum fell...”

Uh...

Liu Qingsong glanced at the poem on the paper and suddenly burst out laughing.

He was about to smile and smoke over, smiling and patting his thighs, laughing until tears flowed and his brain became blurred before he realized the atmosphere was wrong.

Determined God, turning his head, he saw Valen staring at him with a gloomy face. In the dark eyes of death, there was no emotional fluctuation, but people felt that disaster was about to overwhelm, and Valen Yunsheng's face was blind. Xiao Song was pinching the paper to see the seriousness.

At the moment, Liu Qingsong stood up and slapped the table violently. "I haven't seen such a wonderful sentence in the next decade! What a joy! Joyful! Kowloon, if you look at the meaning of this poem, it is difficult to suppress the joy in Yu's heart even if he sees it! ”

Speaking with his hands up, he exclaimed with a loneliness that no one could touch, "You will not understand the emotion of a man who loves poetry like me. ”

Liu Qingsong smiled hard and raw. I'm sorry to hear that the poetry of the Chief Forensic Doctor, Lady Van, is unbearable to ordinary people!

Xiao Song saw that Van Wan was about to erupt, so he looked over and whispered to her.

"Really?" she asked, after a smile, throwing her anger into her head. ”(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.)