The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Su Fu's hand fell, and a whole leg of lamb was quickly cut, and Yan Yan was still slowly and steadily cut.

It has been said before that eating western food with Yan Yan is a horrible thing. Her posture of holding a knife is also very elegant, but it seems that there is always something strange.

“Su Langjun knows me?” Yan Yan has always been very strange. When she was in the forest, she only said one sentence, Su Fu actually identified her identity.

Su Fu put the plate on a few, and gave her a quiet look. The cold voice said: "Long-term reputation."

Yan Yan’s heart is slightly tight, and his “big name” is about an autopsy! Yang Jusi’s house is near the East Market. On the rainy day he died, Su Fu also appeared in the East Market. According to the inference of time, Yan Yan had reason to suspect that Yang Jusi was killed by Su Fu. So, does he also know that she has tested the body of Yang Jue?

Su Fu used a pointed tip to pick up a piece of meat and put it in the mouth, slowly chewing.

After Yan cut the meat, she consciously ate it. The taste of the fresh and crispy taste made her lick, and her belly was more hungry. Now she is no longer polite.

"Yu Niang should be very familiar with me." Su Fu's movements are very elegant, and the speed of eating is fast, and the leg of the sheep cut in front of him will be wiped out by half.

Yan Yan’s action paused. She had seen Su Fu several times, once with a power fence, once in the darkness of the wood scented shed, and once with a mask. The time he broke into the carriage, there was no cover on his face, but he was covered.

If Su Fu said that time, it should not be familiar, is it...

"I have been thinking, should I kill you." Su Fufu out of the Pa, wiped his mouth, the cold eyes faintly on the face, as if he said it was just the most usual greeting.

Yan Yan ate a mutton, and also wanted to understand that a killer can not only rely on the appearance to identify people, breath, feeling, and some subtle signs, can let them sharply distinguish the difference between people.

"Why didn't you kill it?" asked Yan Yan.

Su Fu has no waves, but he did not answer this question. He only said: "Go back when you finish eating. If you don't want me to see you enter this forest again."

He said that he went to the courtyard and walked to the front of the bamboo pole. He replied: "I will throw the umbrella into the forest tomorrow."

The door screamed, Yan Yan regained his gaze, and quietly ate two, and suddenly found that the place where Su Fuzhen was sitting left a trace of blood.

It must be a very serious injury, it is possible to flow so much blood in a short time. For Su Fu, Yan Yan really didn't know what to say. It was not surprising that a killer was injured in the middle of the night, but she was seriously injured and still had a barbecue. This kind of mentality, she had no way to understand.

Yan Yan is somewhat hesitant, do you want to control it?

She thought, but the man had already stood up and pushed the bamboo poles away. The hospital was planted with a blood-red cockscomb, which was like a dry blood stain in the moonlight. The red was shocking.

The bamboo garden is small, and there are houses on the surface. Yan Yan follows the blood on the gallery and approaches the bamboo house in the east.

The threshold was closed, and Yan Yan took a deep breath, and he wanted to reach out and open the door. The cold wind had a faint sweetness, and the cold voice was blowing in his face. "You are not too small."

When everything was settled, Yan Yan clearly saw Su Fu's half-opened placket. The strong chest and abdomen inside was like an art without flaws. It was the scar on the chest, and it felt just right, lining his handsome and beautiful face. More and more impeccable.

"Since I ate your lamb, I came to see if you need any help." Yan Yan ignored the sword on his neck, and his eyes wandered around his chest without hesitation. Look at him faintly.

Su Fu's blue eyes approached Yan Yan, as if he wanted to see what emotions came from her eyes, but it was futile.

"Don't look at it, I thought about it all, I said it all." Yan Yan's eyes fell on his waist and gradually ooze the blood, and said calmly: "All said that seeing is a real thing, but there are many People like you, never believe what you see in your eyes."

The sword in the hands of Su Fu gradually fell and supported him on the ground.

Yan Yan felt the murderousness on his body disappear, and said: "Do you need me to handle the wound for you?"

As a killer, Su Fu has lost the ability to believe, but somehow, seeing Yan Yan's double-eyed eyes, actually nodded.

Yan Yan helped him to sit on the couch and saw that there were plain cloths on the short, and there were some wounds. When the objects were complete, he reached out to solve his clothes.

Su Fu looked at his clothes and was quickly peeled off by a mother. For example, the face of the ice was even stiffer, licking her lips, her eyes falling on her face, seeing her face in awesome, tight muscles gradually Slow down some.

Yan Yanli landed the blood near the wound, sprinkled with the powder to stop bleeding, and looked up: "This wound is deep, or you have to suture it, can you have a needle?"

"In the medicine box." Su Fu lifted his chin.

Yan Yan followed his instructions and looked at the inconspicuous wooden box. Open the box, Yan Yan saw inside the bottle and cans of different sizes, the most is the kind of small porcelain bottle with light blue color.

There was no light in the house. Only the moonlight that came in through the gap of the window, I couldn’t easily touch the things I wanted. I really didn’t have the ability to blindly thread the needles. Then I got up and opened the window. If the moonlight of the water sprinkled into the house, it was slightly higher. a little.

Facing the moonlight, the needle did not succeed, but had no choice but to say: "Can there be lights?"

Su Fumo took the needle thread in her hand silently and put the thread in easily, asking her: "How long?"

"Foot." Yan Yandao.

Su Fu intercepted the line and handed the needle to Yan Yan.

Yan Yan took the needle thread, squatted down with **** to pinch the fleshy skin, and began to suture skillfully.

Since the time of Hua Tuo, there has been a prototype of surgery and suture. The treatment of this kind of trauma in Chinese medicine is not inferior to that of Western medicine. Although the status quo of Datang is that the level of medical skills is generally lower than that of later generations, It is a household name, and it is not a particularly novel thing to take a stitch and sew a wound. At least Su Fu’s medicine box is equipped with needlework. Yan Yan does not think that he is used to sew clothes.

Su Fu is also very cooperative, and Yan Yan’s movements are also rapid.

"You..." Yan Yan straightened up, but when he got to his lips, he turned to the front. "We are even."

She is not afraid of things, but she does not want to make meaningless sacrifices. For people like Su Fu, I don’t know much.

Su Fu’s voice was cold. “There is still an umbrella.”

Yan Yan nodded. "Tomorrow is dark, I will throw the umbrella into the forest."

Yan Yan felt that the umbrella must have an important meaning for Su Fu. Otherwise, he would not feel bad when he discarded such an expensive sword. How could he care about an umbrella in the district? Maybe he is not a cold-blooded person.

Out of the forest, it was already at the end of the Hai Dynasty. Yan Yan washed her hands in the tub in the courtyard and sneaked back to the dormitory.

The moonlight is quiet and everything is quiet.

The next day, Yan Yan was awakened by a shrill scream. She climbed out of the quilt and yawned in the plain clothes and walked to the courtyard. She frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Xiaoman looked pale and said: "Slaves damn, woke up the mother, but... but the slave found a pot of water that was placed in the courtyard last night, and it turned into a **** water this morning."

After Yan Yan stunned, I remembered that I was back in the urgency of last night. I still had some blood in my hand and washed my hands in the basin.

"Then... the end... dump it." Yan Yandao.

Xing Niang was uneasy and said: "Mother, we just stayed in this hospital, and this happened. Is it necessary for the lord to come over? Or to change the hospital?"

The air in the mountains is cool, and the sleepiness of Yan Yan quickly dissipates. This matter can't be explained clearly, and it can't be ruined by the lord. Yan Yan had to take out the momentum of the Lord, and coldly said: "Put down, I have already spread my things outside, and if you intend to push the waves, why bother? It’s not faster to tell the Lord that it’s a direct trip to the mountains.”

Late Green feels that Yan Yan is very reasonable. If someone who is ill-intentioned knows this, he may be forced to pass the water. He immediately took the basin of water and went out to the south of the forest.

The blood is not a lot, but it is mixed in the water, it seems a little scary, and it can't be seen on the ground.

"No one can say this thing." Yan Yan said lightly.

Xing Niang knew the benefits, and put the matter in the bottom of her heart. She saw a small face with pale face and a faint smile on her face. She held her hand and said, "Do not panic, but it is a basin of water. No matter which little nun's letter is dirty, the skin is thin, and it is secretly washed in the courtyard."

Yan Yan mouth sighed, my heart sighed, Xing Niang's imagination is really beyond the reach of ordinary people, the moon letter ... she did not think about it?

After the late green fell into the water, I came in with Xiao Man and waited for the face to wash and change clothes.

Just after packing it up, a little nun stood at the door with a lunch box and sang the Buddha number. "Can someone in the hospital? Master sent me to send breakfast to my mother."

Xing Niang greeted her and took the food box. "There is a little master."

"Amitabha, when the Lord is doing the morning class, at the end of the day, Master asks the mother to go to see the Lord again." Little nun.

"Respecting the teacher is?" Xing Niang listened to her meaning, and the Lord and Master did not seem to be the same person.

The little nun was very kind, and the little face with a faint smile explained: "The master's legal name is net benefit. There are four main things in the village, one is the master, one is my master, and there is a teacher, The name of the law is net snow. Another net master, Wu Ping, is no matter what, and the lord also likes to clean up. If there is any need, please go to my master or the net snow master."

"Thank you for the little master to mention." Xing Niang slightly owed.

The little nun also gave a Buddhist ceremony and looked at the courtyard. Xing Niang asked: "Is there a thing for the little master to find my mother?"

"Nothing, nothing." The little nun repeatedly swayed and denied, hurriedly left.

Xing Niang looked at her back in a strange way, and then she squatted into the hospital with her food box.

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