Having arranged Pang Centurion’s corpse, Rune prepared to leave, handing the place over to Zhu Yu, yet seeing Fu Lu standing still within the woodshed.
Yan Daoxin was similarly motionless.
With this mont having no outsiders in the woodshed, Yan Daoxin lifted the black veil from his hat, revealing a face that bore an air of immortality, completely contrasting with his deanor.
"You, get out!" He waved at Fu Lu, signaling him to leave with Rune, "In this small shed, there’s hardly enough space as it is. With your large fra standing here, don’t you feel you’re in the way?
Better go outside, what if your master has things for you to do!"
Fu Lu didn’t budge: "I want to stay here and help our Chief Historian; perhaps you should leave. You treat the living folks, not the dead; how can you be of any assistance staying here?"
"You said so yourself—I treat the living!" Yan Daoxin glared at him, "At least, I am well-versed in dical theory and have quite so expertise in detoxification.
If there really is so kind of plague, ask your Chief Historian if she knows how to formulate dicine, how to treat?
I am here to be her advisor!"
Fu Lu was sowhat unwilling; ever since the night his master got married, he had witnessed the wife saving the guard by Prince Yi’s side, always longing to see even more formidable thods from her. Now the chance seed within reach, being chased out would indeed be a loss!
Actually, Zhu Yu didn’t mind Fu Lu being present to watch, but Yan Daoxin was correct about the space in the shed—cramped, with a large desk brought in as the autopsy table, leaving room for just two people standing.
Fu Lu, tall and broad, standing there would block a considerable space, indeed proving sowhat troubleso.
"There will be opportunities in the days to co for you to help next." She then kindly spoke to Fu Lu.
Despite his unwillingness, this ti it was Zhu Yu herself who spoke; he naturally couldn’t persist further, nodding reluctantly as he followed his older brother Rune out of the shed, closing the door on their way.
"Then let’s begin." Zhu Yu said to Yan Daoxin, "But before that, I need to remind the Divine Doctor that my autopsy thods differ slightly from usual ones, so you should be ntally prepared."
"Don’t worry, I’ve seen it all, nothing surprises !" Yan Daoxin gestured dismissively.
Zhu Yu had delivered her reminder, and no longer wasted any words delaying, extracting from her sleeve a set of Black Iron tools rolled in a leather pouch, spreading them on the table. She also donned a thin pair of lambskin gloves, specially made by soone on Lu Qing’s request, and promptly stripped Pang Centurion of his clothing.
Pang Centurion had recently died; his corpse hadn’t yet stiffened, so removing his garnts wasn’t too difficult. Yet, when the sleeve was pulled off, Zhu Yu was startled.
She saw his arms were covered with blisters of various sizes, so burst, others full.
These blisters appeared as though he had truly been amidst a scorching environnt, horribly burned and blistered as if by fire.
Hastily, Zhu Yu stripped off his other sleeve, finding that his other arm was the sa.
Earlier, outside, with no high-temperature items present, Pang Centurion scread "fire," but how could there be actual burns appearing on his arms?
Zhu Yu, puzzled inside, didn’t pause her hands, asking Yan Daoxin to lend a hand, proceeding to remove Pang Centurion’s pants.
This action truly startled Yan Daoxin.
Without knowing who Zhu Yu was, he’d have no remark on her actions.
Wasn’t she given by Emperor Jin in marriage to Lu Qing?!
Noble won from other families would rather not step out of their hos; if venturing out, they’d hide within a sedan chair, never showing themselves lest they lose their dignity.
This daughter of Prince Shuo, dressed as a man, running outside with Lu Qing, that’s nothing—but such actions now were sowhat astonishing!
Zhu Yu had no ti to ponder Yan Daoxin’s thoughts. She quickly saw Pang Centurion’s legs were the sa, covered densely with blisters.
No matter who saw this, they’d conclude it was clearly burned by fire.
In front of everyone’s eyes, everyone saw there were no flas on Pang Centurion. Unless there was invisible fire in the world, these blisters seed exceptionally bizarre.
Moreover, the Centurion’s fingers and toes were initially rely slightly swollen and purplish; now they had begun to show hints of blackening.
Zhu Yu furrowed her brows.
She closely examined the situation; those dense blisters were concentrated only on the dead’s limbs, with the chest and back clear, neck and face bearing only previous fighting wounds, nothing else.
She had never heard of any invisible fire, nor of fire that burns just the limbs without affecting any other body part.
Zhu Yu’s mind faintly recalled sothing, as though she’d heard of such blistering of limbs sowhere before, yet couldn’t quite place it.
She opened Pang Centurion’s eyelids; previously filled with bloodshot eyes now had the blood dispersed, turning fully red, looking dreadful.
Zhu Yu took a deep breath, calming her mind, drawing from the spread leather pouch a blade narrower than a willow leaf, cautiously using its sharp edge to slice open the Centurion’s chest.
The blade forged from Black Iron bore a cold, eerie glow. Zhu Yu handled it precisely, allowing the skin to smoothly separate as the blade passed, forming a vertical incision directly downward, exposing the internal cavity without damaging the organs.
She made her incision from the chest down to the navel area.
By this ti, the Centurion had been dead for almost half an hour, yet as Zhu Yu cut open his abdominal cavity, she saw copious amounts of vivid red blood gush out from the wound.
"Is it... right?" Yan Daoxin was startled, instinctively stepping back, turning to ask Zhu Yu.
"Wrong." Zhu Yu continued without pause, "He’s been dead for almost half an hour; blood should’ve coagulated by now. Even if not fully coagulated, it should be quite thick, not like he just died, flowing profusely everywhere."
While speaking, Zhu Yu pulled apart one side of the abdominal wound with both hands, exposing the contents inside beneath the incision. With the help of the torchlight, she could finally clearly see the interior situation.
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