The upright forensic doctor bumped into the drama prince

In Xiang Wan's courtyard, the unconscious Ji Linglan was lying on the bed with her upper body bare, with silver needles inserted into her abdomen, and a man gently turned the needles on his body.

"Master, can this little brother be saved?"

Standing beside the bed was a little boy, about eleven or twelve years old, holding a bag containing silver needles and standing beside him.

A wry smile appeared on the man's warm face, and he said: "If you can't save yourself, you will be saved. Otherwise, that little lunatic will definitely do what he says and burn down my other courtyard."

Thinking about what that person had done before, the little boy shivered uncontrollably, and then asked curiously: "Master, what do you think is the relationship between this little brother and Young Master Biao, and why Young Master Biao is so concerned about his safety?"

"How do I know?" The man continued to move his hands continuously, "This young man has sunken cheeks, loose and wrinkled skin, dry and thin yellow hair, and a short and thin stature. He is a child of a poor family. It is caused by long-term food and clothing."

"Poor family? How can it be so different from Master Biao?" The little boy looked at Ji Linglan's injury and guessed, "The injury on this little brother's body could be..."

"I think you are quite courageous, dare to talk about the right and wrong of the master." The man's tone was very light, but the warning was very obvious.

The little boy quickly fell to his knees and begged for mercy: "I know my mistake, I hope the master will forgive me."

"Kneel down and have a long memory."

The man continued to move his hand, and as he turned, dark red blood suddenly flowed out along the silver needle, and dripped into the wooden basin that had been prepared in front of the bed.Seeing the blood flowing out, the man seemed relieved, and said: "If all the blood in his body is drained, his life will be saved."

Ji Linglan had a dream in a daze, dreaming that he was back in the modern world, and in his anatomy laboratory, he was dissecting the three victims who were killed by guns. The No. 1 deceased was hit by two guns, both of which were concentrated in the chest, and died almost instantly. The No.2 deceased was shot, hit the head, and died instantly. No.3 The deceased was shot three times, one shot was shot in the leg, one shot was shot in the shoulder, and the third shot was shot between the eyebrows.

The first two victims had no struggling injuries other than gun injuries, and only the No. 3 deceased had. Based on the situation at the scene, he should have injured his leg first, ran about 5 meters away, and was beaten again. Hit in the shoulder, then he fell to the ground, struggled to get up again, then ran forward, and was finally shot at close range.The wound between the eyebrows of the deceased was star-shaped, and there were large scorching marks around the wound, which should be caused by the murderer holding a gun close to his eyebrows.

Close to the center of the eyebrows...the direction away...indicates that there are at least two murderers, and the last person who shot the victim is likely to be someone he knows and trusts.But this point, as long as any experienced forensic doctor can find it, it should not be a reason to kill him.

Ji Linglan's eyes fell on the evidence bag on the side. It was the bullet found from the head of the deceased, which happened to be stuck on the skull of the deceased, so it did not penetrate.Ji Linglan walked over, picked up the bullet, and then there was a pain in his abdomen, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Ji Linglan looked blankly at the curtain above her head. The dark purple curtain was embroidered with white lilies. The door curtains on both sides were hooked with delicate hooks with pendants. She was covered with a soft and clean brocade quilt, and her body was covered with a spacious and comfortable big quilt. bed.He forced himself to sit up, looked at the antique and luxurious layout in front of him, and murmured: "I'm not in the dissection room... No, am I taking a bath by the river? Could it be that I have crossed again?"

There was a pain in his abdomen. He stretched out his hand to check, but found something in his hand. After seeing the shape of the thing, he couldn't help but stunned, and stammered: "This... this is not the thing I picked up from the corpse. Was the warhead found in it?"

Ji Linglan only felt his head buzzing, his brain was completely shut down because of this weird scene, and he really wanted to restart it now.

"Squeak", the door was pushed open, and an eleven or twelve-year-old boy walked in. Seeing that Ji Linglan had woken up, he said with a smile, "You're awake, just in time to drink medicine."

Looking at the boy's attire, Ji Linglan, who was still thinking wildly just now, smiled wryly in her heart, hid the bullet in her hand, and said, "Little brother, where is this, why am I here?"

Although it's a bit awkward to stick to words, Ji Linglan decided to go to the countryside and do as the Romans do.

The young man came to the bed with the medicine bowl in his hand, and replied, "This is Xiang Wan's other courtyard. Your life was saved by my master."

Ji Linglan lifted his clothes and looked at his abdomen. Although the needle holes were small, he could see clearly with his expertise. His eyes lit up, and he said to himself: "Acupuncture? Use hollow silver needles to release the blood in the body, Is this the medical skill of this world?"

The young man looked at Ji Linglan curiously, and asked, "Do you know medicine?"

Ji Linglan was taken aback, then smiled in disguise, and said, "I'm a beggar, how can I understand this, people who have heard of it said it."

The boy nodded, handed the medicine bowl to Ji Linglan, and said, "Drink the medicine while it's hot."

Ji Linglan had smelled an unpleasant smell of medicine since the boy entered the door, but for him who faced the corpse all day long, he didn't feel anything, took the medicine bowl and started to drink it.It's just that he underestimated the taste of the medicine, he almost spit out half of the medicine, and squeezed his nose to force the rest of the bowl.

Ji Linglan looked at the boy bitterly, and said, "Is there any water? I want to rinse my mouth."

Seeing Ji Linglan's expression, the young man was amused, and said with a smile: "Yes, you wait, I'll pour it for you."

The boy went to the table and poured a glass of water, handed it to Ji Linglan, took out the spittoon under the bed, and said, "Just spit it out here."

Ji Linglan quickly rinsed her mouth until the glass of water was used up, and said, "Little brother, thank you."

"My name is Li Wang, you can call me Awang. What about you?"

"My name is Ji Linglan. Ah Wang, how did I get here?"

"It was my cousin who sent you here. You were seriously ill at that time. If it hadn't been for my master's treatment, you might not be able to survive now." Li Wang's words were unabashed admiration for his master.

"Master Biao?" Ji Linglan's chaotic head finally remembered the boy he had rescued, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be him. Sure enough, good deeds will be rewarded."

Li Wang couldn't help asking curiously: "Alan, do you know my cousin?"

Ji Linglan shook her head, and said truthfully: "I don't know. I was bathing in the river that night, and then I heard someone fall into the water. I rescued him. I think the young man in brocade clothes should be your cousin."

Li Wang frowned. Apparently, Ji Linglan's words didn't help him, but made him even more confused. He said, "Falling into the water? How is it possible? My young master..."

"Awang, you don't want to live anymore, you can talk about Master Biao's affairs?"

While talking, another person came in at the door, about 40 years old, and he should be in charge of his appearance.

Li Wang was taken aback, quickly lowered his head, and said, "Uncle, Ah Wang knows his mistake, so he won't dare in the future."

Li Cheng glared at Li Wang, walked to the bed, bowed his body slightly, and said, "What's the name of this young master?"

Ji Linglan looked at it, endured the abdominal pain and bowed back, and said: "My surname is Ji, uncle can call me Alan."

Li Cheng nodded and said with a smile: "Young master Ji, just now Master Biao asked someone to tell you that you are his savior, so let us treat you well. The villain Li Cheng is the housekeeper of this other courtyard, and Mr. Ji is here with peace of mind. Live here, if you need anything, just come to me, and Awang will take care of you for the time being."

"I trouble Steward Li to thank Young Master Biao on my behalf. What happened that day was a matter of little effort. You should not worry about Young Master Biao so much. After I recover from my injury, I will leave on my own." Ji Linglan spoke from his heart, in his mind This is what should be done here, and I didn't think about asking for anything in return.Even though he is currently dressed in rags and cannot eat enough, he still has his own pride in his bones. "Wealth and honor cannot be promiscuous, poverty cannot be moved, and might cannot be subdued." This has always been his motto.

Li Cheng is well-informed and can tell the truth from Ji Linglan's words from Ji Linglan's eyes. He immediately has a better impression of him and speaks more gently, saying: "Young Master Biao is honorable, Mr. Ji The kindness of salvation will naturally be repaid, so don’t think too much, just live in peace.”

"Then thank you, Steward Li, for taking care of me." Ji Linglan didn't say much, anyway, he had already made up his mind.

Li Cheng turned to look at Li Wang, and said: "Master Ji is injured, please take good care of him, if I hear you talk about Master again, I will kick you out of the other courtyard."

Li Wang bowed his body and said hastily: "Awang dare not, and Awang will not dare again."

Li Cheng gave a few more instructions before leaving the room.

Seeing this, Li Wang stuck out his tongue towards Li Cheng's back, and then remembered that Ji Linglan was still watching, and quickly told him in a low voice: "Alan, you are not allowed to tell others about what happened just now."

Ji Linglan raised her eyebrows and said, "It's fine if you don't say anything, but you have to agree to one condition."

"Conditions?" Li Wang looked at Ji Linglan with vigilance in his eyes, and said, "I have no money!"

Ji Linglan was amused by him, and his abdomen began to hurt again. He couldn't help but coughed twice, having difficulty breathing, and muttered in his heart, "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat, the best is porridge, put some sugar."

After being bled, it's better to drink something sweet, he's really hungry to the point where his chest sticks to his back.

The vigilance on Li Wang's face disappeared, he seemed relieved, and said: "Yes, the master ordered that the porridge is boiling on the stove, I'll go get it right away."

"Thank you then."

While Li Wang was out, Ji Linglan searched her body, but she didn't know where to hide the bullet, so she put it under the pillow temporarily.

Not long after, Li Wang walked in with a tray, a large bowl of white rice porridge, a plate of small pickles, and two boiled eggs. For Ji Linglan who hadn't eaten for three days and only drank water, these were simply too much. It is delicious on earth.

Although he was extremely hungry, good upbringing was deeply embedded in Ji Linglan's bones. He pushed himself out of bed, sat at the table and ate slowly.

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Wealth and honor cannot be promiscuous, poverty and lowliness cannot be moved, and might cannot be subdued. - Mencius