Zhu Yu grabbed Lu Qing’s sleeve: "I want to perform an autopsy."
The "autopsy" she referred to was clearly not the sa procedure the coroner had just perford.
Others might not understand what Zhu Yu ant, but Lu Qing, having witnessed her thods before, knew. However, they were not in Jin Country now, and he couldn’t create the necessary conditions using his identity as the Golden-faced Imperial Censor.
He thought for a mont and nodded to Zhu Yu: "Let’s go out and take a look. We still need Prince Shuo’s approval for this matter. I’ll find a way."
Zhu Yu nodded and followed Lu Qing as they temporarily left Jia Jun’s study, bypassing the tent.
The sa people were outside, and Chief Historian Zuo had not been brought over yet.
Yan Daoxin hadn’t followed them in earlier and was now standing beside Zhu Cheng, scratching his head in curiosity, eager to discern any clues from their faces as they exited.
Lu Qing also glanced at Yan Daoxin, then shifted his eyes toward the study.
Yan Daoxin imdiately understood without waiting for Zhu Cheng to speak. He was the first to ask Lu Qing, "Is it true that the lifting officer inside died about an hour ago?"
"That’s indeed what the coroner said earlier." Lu Qing nodded to him.
"Prince, may I take a look?" Yan Daoxin, exuding an air of mystery, said to Zhu Cheng, "If I’m not here, then the dead are simply dead. Since I’m here today, whether he’s really dead might need my say."
"Oh? Can the Divine Doctor save soone who’s already taken their last breath?" Zhu Cheng was a bit surprised hearing this.
"About an hour is still manageable," Yan Daoxin replied calmly.
"How does the Divine Doctor intend to handle it?" Zhu Cheng asked quickly, surprised.
"Find a room and move the person there for . Whether it works or not, I need to try first," Yan Daoxin said. "The person is already considered dead; what’s there to lose? If the Prince finds this unsuitable, then forget it."
Lady Jia Jun saw how even Zhu Cheng addressed Yan Daoxin courteously as the Divine Doctor. Hearing this, she quickly pulled her two children to kneel down: "Prince, we are willing! If we can bring my husband back, I’d spend all our family’s fortune without hesitation!"
Jia Jun’s two younger brothers exchanged glances and knelt down as well.
Zhu Cheng felt a headache from their sudden kneeling and waved his hand: "Didn’t you hear the Divine Doctor? Move the person to a room!"
Lady Jia Jun hurriedly instructed the household servants to enter the study, covering Jia Jun’s corpse with a sheet and, under the direction of Jia Jun’s two brothers, carefully lifted it on a wooden board to an inverted room.
"What are you two waiting for? Co help," Yan Daoxin called out to Zhu Yu and Lu Qing after seeing the body moved.
Zhu Yu quickly followed, and they all headed to the inverted room. Yan Daoxin instructed the personal soldiers outside to tightly close the door, allowing no one to enter without his permission.
"Alright, I’ve done my part for you two. Now get to work," Yan Daoxin dropped the pretentious act after the door closed. He probably guessed what Lu Qing intended to do with that signal, so he quickly turned to Zhu Yu.
Seeing his eager expression, it seed he was quite interested in witnessing Zhu Yu’s sowhat astonishing autopsy technique again.
Zhu Yu was also impressed. Even though Lu Qing hadn’t said a word, Yan Daoxin fully understood his intention and used his Divine Doctor identity to handle the necessary pretense for the autopsy.
Such mutual understanding couldn’t develop in a short ti and wasn’t a result of an ordinary relationship.
Truly enviable.
However, Zhu Yu didn’t dwell on these thoughts. She pulled out a leather pouch from her arms, had Yan Daoxin and Lu Qing place Jia Jun’s body on the wooden bed, quickly surveyed the room’s arrangent, and skillfully made an incision on Jia Jun’s chest and abdon with a Black Iron knife, quipping, "It seems the Jia Family doesn’t have much faith in the Divine Doctor’s ability to bring back the dead!"
Yan Daoxin shrugged: "Doesn’t matter. I don’t have such divine abilities."
Once soone is dead to the point of you being able to open their chest and abdon, even the Daluo Immortals would first have to visit Yama Hall to claim his soul."
Zhu Yu didn’t hear his jest, fully imrsed in her task.
Lu Qing and Yan Daoxin stood aside, watching her operation without interfering.
Jia Jun’s abdon was sliced open, yet not a drop of blood was flowing.
Seeing this, even Yan Daoxin couldn’t help but huff: "Really? Dead for an hour?!"
"An hour is definitely not enough. Now I want to know precisely when he died and under what circumstances," Zhu Yu replied to Yan Daoxin without pausing in her nimble movents, "After the person died, they were made to wear boots but dressed in only an undergarnt.
I originally found it strange. Lu Qing reminded that whoever killed Jia Jun wanted others to see him wearing boots and an undergarnt, imagining that he suddenly heard so important visitor had arrived at ho, quickly put on his boots, and was strangled to death before he could put on his outer robe.
The living can lie, but the dead do not lie.
Today, I will have Jia Jun ’tell’ when exactly he died."
With that, she paused her actions, smiling faintly: "This is interesting."
Lu Qing and Yan Daoxin imdiately looked over, Yan Daoxin taking a step back due to a slight aversion, although not to the point of nausea, his face showed so discomfort.
Lu Qing’s expression remained composed, only slightly furrowing his brows.
Inside Jia Jun’s stomach was a large mass of partially decomposed food, emitting an acidic sll, yet it maintained much of its original form from when it was ingested.
Zhu Yu carefully prodded the mass with a long-handled knife: "Jia Jun sure had poor eating habits, gobbling his food down.
However, he must have died shortly after consuming this stuff, as it hadn’t even turned into a mushy form yet.
But... is this... blood?"
Lu Qing examined it closely: "Yes, it’s blood."
"This is odd..." Zhu Yu’s furrow deepened, "There’s no rupture in the stomach, and the esophageal inlet is intact too, so where did the blood co from..."
This ti, Yan Daoxin didn’t respond. His eyes weren’t even focused on the substance resembling a blood clot in Jia Jun’s stomach.
It’s not that he was disgusted to the point of not looking, but he had noticed sothing else.
"His palm..." Yan Daoxin used a stick to slowly unfold Jia Hui’s half-clenched hand, avoiding the blood and tissue on the fingertips, "This isn’t right!"
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