The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

351 Deliberately making things difficult

County magistrate Wang saw that Qiao Muchen and Zhao Yue, the two juniors, were not moving. Although he was a little nauseous, it was hard for him to go out, so he resisted and stood aside to watch.

Zhao Zhitong was very involved, she held a thin blade in her hand, skillfully cut open the abdomen of the deceased...

When County Magistrate Wang saw the thin blade, he was still very curious. Just as he was about to inquire, he saw Zhao Zhitong take out the contents of his stomach...

Even though he had seen other autopsies before, he had never seen the scene of pulling out the contents of his stomach. He couldn't help it, covered his mouth, and left the room.

Hearing the noise behind him, Zhao Zhitong turned his head to look at them, then lowered his head and continued with the movements.

"The deceased did not eat anything before his death, his abdomen was hit, and he was beaten during his lifetime..."

Zhao Zhitong narrated the facts he saw from the corpse in a steady voice.

Qiao Muchen and Zhao Yue stood aside very calmly. Zhao Yue couldn't bear it before, but now he is completely immune.

Half an hour later, Zhao Zhitong had basically finished examining the corpse and was sewing it up.

County Magistrate Wang came in at this time, and he looked at the corpse that had been restored by Zhao Zhitong, feeling somewhat ashamed.

Thinking that he was older than Qiao Muchen and many others, he was not as calm as these young people, and he was really ashamed.

Then he smiled and asked, "Is the test finished?"

Qiao Muchen nodded: "It's over, the records are here."

As he said that, he handed the record book to the magistrate, and said by the way: "The deceased was abused before his death. Has there been any flower pickers in our Suzhou city recently?"

Wang Shiling took the record booklet, frowned and thought: "The flower picker? I haven't received any reports of the flower picker recently."

Qiao Muchen nodded upon hearing this, with a serious expression on his face.

The deceased was only eleven or twelve years old, and he suffered this inhuman torture. The murderer was simply heinous.

At this moment, the servants who had gone out before also ran in, and they saw that the corpses of Zhao Zhitong's subordinates were intact, and they couldn't help being very surprised: "Hey, just now, didn't they just be cut open?"

Zhao Zhitong nodded: "Yes, after the inspection, it will be sewn up, try to restore it to its original state, and then the deceased can be buried with dignity."

"Also, can you still sew?"

Those few people all looked surprised.

They have also seen Butcher Zhang or other autopsies. They rarely cut up the corpses, but sometimes they have to cut up the corpses, but after cutting up the corpses, it is simply horrible.

It is not as meticulous as Zhao Zhitong, and he restored the corpse to the original. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell that it has been dissected.

Zhao Zhitong smiled: "Of course it can be sewn up, even if a hole is cut in a living person, it can be sewn up."

At this time, one of them suddenly thought of something and said: "Oh, I know this. I heard a brother say it when I was drinking with him a few days ago."

"He said that there is a genius doctor in the rivers and lakes. His medical skills are superb, he can dig bones to heal injuries, and take out things by cutting open his abdomen. He has always suffered from abdominal diseases, and the pain is terrible. No matter how he treats it, he can't cure it."

"Finally, I met this miracle doctor Zhao, who said that there was something in his stomach, what was it called, something like an appendix, and it was broken. Then the miracle doctor opened his stomach, cut off the bad thing, and then sewed it up. I haven't had a stomachache since then!"

The people next to him were amazed: "Is it so godlike?"

"It's really so amazing."

"Then it would be nice to have the opportunity to meet that miracle doctor."

...

Listening to the conversation of those people, Zhao Zhitong smiled and said nothing. After dressing the deceased, he went to the side to wash his hands with saponins, and went out with everyone.

There are too few clues in this case so far, and the identity of the deceased has not yet been clarified.

Therefore, there is no further task to be done. Qiao Muchen has already sent someone to take the portrait of the deceased to find the relationship of the deceased.

There was nothing about Zhao Zhitong here, and she happened to be worried about Zhao Ya's registration. After all, it was organized by the Fei family, so she was afraid that something would happen to the Fei family.

So, he bid farewell to everyone.

After this autopsy, no one in the yamen dared to underestimate Zhao Zhitong anymore.

After Zhao Zhitong left, they were still talking about how this small, soft girl was so capable and not afraid of corpses at all. Apart from admiration, they were also afraid of Zhao Zhitong.

Mainly, her calmness when she cut through the corpse with a knife was too scary.

When the yamen servants were discussing, they suddenly remembered that they also called Butcher Zhang, so they let Butcher Zhang go back.

Zhang Butcher, who had been called to wait for such a long time, looked bewildered.

The yamen servant smiled and said: "Go back, we have a powerful lady here, from now on, you won't need to do the autopsy."

Then Balabala told how Zhao Zhitong dissected the corpse and how it was restored.

Butcher Zhang listened to the novelty. Although he didn't do anything when he was called here, he felt as if he was being tricked, but this is a government office, so Butcher Zhang could only nod and leave.

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And Zhao Zhitong's worries were not groundless, Zhao Ya and Wei Zijian really ran into trouble when they went to sign up.

Because there were so many people who signed up, they waited for almost half an hour just to line up, and when they finally got in line, they were stopped by someone.

"Although we are saying that anyone can sign up, but it's not just casually, anyone can come."

A woman with a sweet appearance, but an air of arrogance, and a woman who looks at people with her nostrils, stopped in front of Zhao Ya.

Pointing at Zhao Ya's nose, she said, "You are not from Suzhou, so you cannot participate in our embroidery competition."

Zhao Ya looked at the woman: "But, when you signed up, you didn't say that foreigners can't sign up, did you?"

The girl was about the same age as Zhao Ya, she was a concubine from the Fei family, her name was Fei Yi.

A few days ago, she heard about the family affairs, and knew a girl from a foreign country who was very good at embroidery.

Daddy also said that that girl was so talented that she was even better than her.

As the junior with the best embroidery skills in the Fei family's generation, she has won the championship of the embroidery competition for two years, so she is naturally proud.

When she heard that there was a person whose talent was higher than hers, she began to feel uncomfortable. She just wanted to see how talented that person was!

So, for this embroidery competition, she asked her servants to watch it for her, and once an outgoing girl named Zhao Ya came to sign up, she would be notified.

Then, there was this embarrassing scene for Zhao Ya.

Fei Yi looked at Zhao Ya, with contempt in his eyes. This girl was pretty, but she gave people an ordinary feeling. The clothes she wore seemed to come from a remote village.

With such a person, how could his talent be higher than hers?

Fei Yi raised his head proudly: "You can participate in the competition if you want to, but you have to show your skills first. If you don't have real skills and let you participate in the competition, wouldn't it lower the level of our competition?"