MTL - The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor-Chapter 22 Will you have an autopsy?

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"Please come in." Yan Yandao.

"Mother!" Xing Niang quickly stopped: "It is not appropriate to see a man privately!"

The atmosphere of the early Tang Dynasty has gradually opened up. Even if the unmarried men and women have private meetings, it is normal. However, Xing Niang is the servant of Zhengyang of Fuyang, and the atmosphere of the South is not as bold as the North, and the natural requirements are higher. .

Yan Yan took care of Li Yi, and said indifferently: "Look, Aye intends to use me to marry, and marriage does not need to worry about it."

Xing Niang sighed softly and no longer dissuaded. Chastity is not the only criterion for measuring a woman now. If she is as saying, Lang Jun intends to take her to marry, it is better to do whatever he wants, do what he wants. Otherwise, there may be no chance in the future if you want to do whatever you want.

"I’m going to visit, it’s abrupt...” A sound like a spring breeze blew into the hospital with the evening breeze.

Yan Yan just took off her shoes and heard the sound coming back under the gallery. Her eyes fell silently on the cramped man. It was only a moment. When she regained her eyes, Yu Guang saw that he had already blushing, handsome face. It’s full of shame.

Yan Yan's fingers moved slightly, and immediately became a fist, and he was surprised that he once again gave birth to the urge to dissect people.

"Mr. Sang invited." Xing Niangdao.

Sang Chen handed the cloth bag in his hand to Xing Niang. "This is a bit of a wish."

"Mr. Sang has a heart." Xing Niang took a light and alienated face, smiled and took the cloth bag, and turned and led him to the hall.

Yan Yan had already sat down on the main seat, seeing Sang Chen coming in and facing him slightly, "Mr. Sang please sit down."

Sang Chen’s nervous archer: “Thank you for your mother.”

After he sat down, Yan Yan slightly raised his eyebrows and calmly looked at his incomprehensible appearance. After a long time, he began to say: "Mr. Sang came to me, why?"

Sang Chen felt that the things she had requested were somewhat difficult. I didn’t know how to speak, but I listened to Yan Yan’s direct inquiry. He hesitated a little. He said: “Speaking, I’ve only seen it four times before, and said a few words. Only then, when I ask for help from the mother, it is very abrupt..."

"Wait." Yan Yan interrupted him. "You said four times?"

In addition to viewing flowers and asking about the downfall, Yan Yan couldn’t remember where he had seen him.

Sang Chen said: "Mother saves Zhou Lang that time, and said two sentences with her mother."

Yan Yanxiu slightly stunned, and suddenly flashed the picture of the day: she grabbed a young man on the bridge, and the young man hurriedly said: "This mother, you are going to pull down, life is important!"

When she buried the soil to save people, a very young man asked: "Isn’t it said that Lang still has to save, how can I bury it on the ground?"

"You have never been to the city." Yan Yan's voice is dull, yes, not asking.

Sang Chen explained slyly: "When I ran to the stables that day, I only remembered that I would not ride horses when I was down."

"That's right." Yan Yan licked the acupoints of pain and pain. This sang Chenxi couldn't hold the topic, and she was talking about it. She just took a nap, and he followed the topic of others. Run away, Yan Yan doubts, if he pulls away, he will not remember his intention to come here.

Sang Chen quickly took over his thoughts and recalled what he had to say. He said: "Someone please write a lawsuit next to him. The person who just died is a classmate in the state. It is not good to quit, but only suffers from no evidence. The written lawsuit is unfounded, and the government is afraid that it will not be ignored. So, under the hood... I don’t know the mother... can I examine the corpse?”

After the autopsy, Yan Yan fingers shook, this work she is familiar with, but the feeling of looking for a fatal cause on the body suddenly rises to the heart, she feels that somewhere in a dead place, all of them are resurrected in an instant.

Even though the emotions in the heart are ups and downs, the face is still calm and cold, but Sang Chen sees her for a long time without talking, thinking that she does not agree, and quickly said: "Under the next, I know that this matter is difficult for the strong, after all, the autopsy, etc. It’s just that the work of the house will not help outsiders..."

"You are a litigator?" Yan Yan is Nahan. The litigant is also the equivalent of a lawyer, defending the plaintiff or the defendant, and writing a lawsuit. Such a person must be assertive, clear-cut, articulate, and active in thinking, and dialectically correct the correctness of his views, such as Sang Chen. This kind of person who likes to follow other people's topics and does not have a focus on speaking, can actually be a litigator?

"What is a litigator?" Sang Chen asked.

Yan Yan suddenly thought that the Tang Dynasty 80% did not have this profession, and they no longer answered, and thought about it.

I have to say that Sang Chen is quite looking for someone. Yan Yan is a veteran of the forensic profession. But when she comes to the body in her hand, there will be no secrets to be analyzed. The key is whether she needs to help this.

Sang Chen looked at the face of Yan Yan's frowning meditation. He couldn't help but hold a glimmer of hope. He really had no choice. He thought that Yan Yan could be brought back to life. He should be very skilled. It should be no problem to find out the cause of death. However, it would be better if you could save people.

Even if she let Yan Yan re-incarnation ten times, she absolutely can not guess the innocent thought of Sang Chen at this moment.

However, she is not interested in these, "Can you burn ceramics?"

Sang Chen did not know what this had to do with the autopsy, but he still replied honestly: "The firing of ceramics is the ancestral craft of the family, and it is natural."

Yan Yan suddenly nodded and looked at Sang Chen slowly said: "You can help you with the autopsy, but you have to promise me, one is not allowed to see me, the second must not reveal my identity, yes, you must I have to help me burn something."

Looking at the craftsmanship of Fang Chengmu and the fine craftsmanship, Yan Yan guessed that the craftsmanship of Sangchen firing ceramics should also be excellent.

"This is nature!" Sang Chen was delighted. "There is a lot of money in the classmates at home. They don't want to preach this. They have already bought the morgue garrison, and they can pass at any time. As for burning things, there is no problem. ""

Yan Yan nodded. "You said the state's classmate, is it the case of the color show?"

"Mother also heard about it?" Sang Chen was quite surprised. He thought that the seventeen-nine-year-old is a noble woman who is not the second door. This is not in the city. Whoever wants the case that happened yesterday, she knows today. It is.

Yan Yan directly ignored his question and said indifferently: "I will go to the city for an autopsy tomorrow, and the ceramics I want to burn are also very urgent. I hope that you can finish it in the sky."

"I will do my best in the next..." Some of the hesitation on the surface of Sang Chen, firing an ordinary ceramic, making, drying, glazing, firing, cooling, and watching what kind of ceramics are burned, it is not a mistake. It also takes two to five months, and if it is more refined, it will be difficult to produce in one month.

"Not all efforts, it is necessary. I will help you with the autopsy. You help me burn ceramics. It is a sale. I promise that there will be no embarrassment. Should you also guarantee the speed and quality?" Yan Yan does not know how to burn ceramics. How many days do she need, and she doesn't want to be strong, but a few of her mothers have a life-threatening life, especially purple, if it is dragged down, it is a death. "I want ceramics, but the shape is strange, about the thickness of the thumb, hollow, there must be The liner that fits in just the size, no need to decorate, just need to be able to put water in the medicine... How many times does it take to burn such things?"

Sang Chen thought for a moment: "If the weather is fine, then use our dry secrets, and the day will be able to."

"Okay, I will give you a detailed picture later." Yan Yan slightly relieved, and the stone in his heart was halfway down. Then there was only a needle left, so the thin hollow needle, where can I find it?

This half-month is bound to be very busy, but for the workaholic's face, it is really nothing, the most troublesome thing for her is the family and Qin family.

Thinking of her sneak peek at her look, she seems to be very satisfied with her looks. If it is placed on a normal person, she will definitely want to marry her daughter to a higher door. I’m afraid it will not be an exception, but it’s an anecdote. Regarding the matter of the mother, Yan Yan did not dare to hold any hope for this short-sighted father. Maybe the Qin family had any big advantages, and with the help of the room blowing the pillow, he sold her. .

Qin Shilang was a fluent, temperament change was impermanent and violent, and Yan Yan was really afraid that he couldn’t help killing people.

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