In the live broadcast room, the audience could not see the face of the deceased because of the treatment.
But they could see Xiao Yang's movements and the expressions on the faces of the people around him.
Many viewers could see from the expectant eyes of the family members,
and the shocked expressions of Lao Li and Brother Zhang,
that Xiao Yang's skills must be very superb.
As Xiao Yang's massage was about to end, many curious viewers appeared in the live broadcast room.
——"It seems that the massage is over. What should we do next? Suture the wound? Even if it is mosaic, I can see a bright red. The deceased should have many wounds on his body."
——"Well~ the next step is not to suture the wound, but to restore the dislocated bones."
——"But if the bones are broken or crushed, can they be restored?"
——"Yes, crushed bones can be filled with titanium alloy."
——"Fuck, the person upstairs, you are an expert, and also a mortician?"
——"Well, my family has been engaged in this industry for generations."
Amid the audience's doubts and curiosity
Xiao Yang looked focused, carefully distinguishing each bone, and then placing them in their proper places.
However, several bones should have been injured by heavy objects, not only broken, but also shattered.
At this time, Xiao Yang took out a piece of peach wood from the toolbox.
This was given by the system after obtaining the god-level burial makeup technology.
Some of the special materials and tools needed appeared in his suitcase.
"Peach wood?? !!"
Old Li on the side exclaimed! !
He has been a mortician for decades, and he is also a master of his trade.
Only in some books have I seen peach wood used to replace broken bones to repair corpses.
Such craftsmanship and traditions have long since disappeared.
Moreover, there are special requirements for peach wood to replace bones.
Peach wood with a tree age of several decades is required. Peach wood that is too small is too fragile to replace bones.
It is also the first time that Old Li has seen a mortician use peach wood to replace bones in reality.
The wood that Xiao Yang took out also puzzled the audience in the live broadcast room.
——"What is this? Didn't a master who has been doing this for generations just say that alloys can be used instead of bones? What did Xiao Yang take?"
——"Does Xiao Yang know how to do this? Why did he just put anything into the body of the deceased?"
——"Peach wood!! This is peach wood!!!"
——"Peach wood!!"
——"Peach wood!!"
——"Peach wood!!"
Many undertakers who were hiding in the live broadcast room and watching Xiao Yang silently emerged.
Shocked, they typed the word "peach wood" on the barrage.
This traditional material that only appeared in the book is not only difficult to find now, but even many new undertakers who have just entered the industry don't know it.
Xiao Yang not only knows it, but he can also use peach wood to enter the bones, which shows his professionalism and dedication.
Not only the audience is curious.
The deceased's parents are also confused.
The deceased's mother pointed to the peach wood in Xiao Yang's hand and asked softly.
"What is this?"
Xiao Yang then answered.
"This is peach wood, also known as 'ghost wood', a kind of wood that allows the deceased to rest in peace."
"This is considered the tradition of the older generation of embalmers."
Old Li on the side nodded slightly. Now, with the changes of the times, fewer and fewer people follow traditions.
Instead, a more convenient way was used, using alloys to replace the previous peach wood.
The parents of the deceased were relieved to hear Xiao Yang say this.
In their opinion, warm wood is always better than cold alloys in the body.
With the help of the god-level embalming makeup technology rewarded by the system.
Xiao Yang quickly restored the bones in the body to their original positions, and even replaced the broken bones with peach wood.
Under Xiao Yang's patient operation, the body of the teenager has gradually taken on the outline of a human body.
At this time, 2 hours have passed since the embalming.
It's time for dinner.
However, almost no viewers left the live broadcast room.
On the contrary, as the time to get off work came, more and more viewers poured into the live broadcast room.
In the director's room.
A staff member said to himself.
"Oh my god, it's already dinner time, why are there more and more people watching."
"This is not a live broadcast for dinner."
"Director, do you want to add more servers? I'm afraid it will be paralyzed!!"
Director Wang: "Add! Add! Add quickly!"
In the camera.
Xiao Yang's coffining movements are neither fast nor slow, and the movements are smooth and flowing.
It seems that he is not serving a frowning corpse, but his relatives, or a work of art.
Next, it is time to suture the wounds on the body.
Xiao Yang said to the mother of the deceased.
"Madam, can you give me a few strands of your hair?"
The mother of the deceased was stunned for a moment: "What are you going to do?"Xiao Yang explained: "According to the rules of the older generation, the hair of the deceased or his relatives should be used to sew up the body, so that the body will not be defiled by wandering ghosts."
"But the hair of the deceased is too short, so it won't work."
When the woman heard this, she hurriedly pulled a strand of hair from her meticulously coiled hair.
At the same time, tears flowed from her eyes again, and she said in a hoarse voice.
"Is this enough? If not, give me a pair of scissors and I'll cut your hair for you."
Xiao Yang took the woman's hair: "Enough."
He said, took out a needle from the tool box and put the woman's hair into the needle hole.
Carefully sew up the cleaned wounds of the deceased piece by piece.
At this time, the bullet screen kept rolling:
——"What, lonely ghosts, isn't this feudal superstition?"
——"The person above, what kind of feudal superstition is this? This is just for relatives to express their grief."
——"I am a mother, and my heart is broken when I see the woman in the video. If this happened in my family, let alone a few hairs, I would even use my heart to exchange for my son's heart."
——"Professional! Xiao Yang is really professional! He does every step precisely and follows tradition. I dare say that few undertakers can do this now."
——"Xiao Yang looks like a young trendy man, but his skills are more traditional than one another."
The live broadcast room was hot, but Xiao Yang didn't know it.
He was just concentrating on doing his best to repair the remains of this young life.
A respectable teenager.
He was brave enough to do what was right, but he paid with his life.
Under Xiao Yang's careful operation, the damaged skin of the body was sutured together piece by piece.
Then use some cosmetic foundation and concealer to cover up the scars on the body, making it almost invisible.
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