The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Chapter 103 – Sang Ertu’s Heavy Attack(1)

“Have you seen it with your own eyes?” Ran Yan unhurriedly asked.

Huan Kong was stunned for a moment, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t even know this, so how can you be sure that what they said was the truth?” An autopsy was a serious game. Ran Yan liked the sense of excitement she felt when she discovered the hidden cause of death in an autopsy, but she couldn’t just conveniently find a dead body when she was in a different place. The corpse itself was an arduous task.

Ran Yan helped Liu Pinrang1Provincial Governor Liu because it was in her own interests; there were gains and losses. If Ran Yan wanted to borrow the power of this backer occasionally, what was the problem in sacrificing a bit of her fame? The Tang Dynasty wasn’t the kind of dynasty that regarded women’s fame as life. “Shrew”, “jealous woman” and even “dang woman”, weren’t they all still alive and vibrant? No one dipped them into the pig’s cage. They just have to withstand the pressure of public opinion.

As for this little nun, Ran Yan didn’t come here to save sentient beings. She couldn’t control that much.

“The sisters don’t slander, and the master teaches us this way.” The little nun obviously believed in her senior sisters and stubbornly felt that everything the nuns said was the truth.

“Do you really consider yourself smart?” Ran Yan raised her eyebrows slightly with a faint expression, but everyone could see her doubts.

Huan Kong bulged her cheeks and stared at Ran Yan with round eyes, “Of course, if you don’t believe me, just ask my master!”

“The Buddha said to save the sentient beings. No matter what grievances you have, you can recite more sutras and ask the Buddha to save them. You can’t even understand this and can’t let go. I think your master thinks you are too stupid, so she was just being compassionate and just said those words to comfort you.” Ran Yan said these words leisurely, glanced plainly at Huan Kong, and turned to Wan Lu and said, “Let’s go.”

“Master won’t lie to me!” Huan Kong felt that what Ran Yan said seemed very reasonable, but she really wanted to ask for Ran Yan’s help. For a while, her heart was in chaos, but she was still stubborn.

“Oh. Maybe.” Ran Yan paused, turned around, and lightly glanced at Huan Kong, as if she didn’t believe what she had said at all, “If you think about it, it’s possible that your master didn’t lie to you.”

Ran Yan was right that Huan Kong was very concerned about “Wisdom”, and witnessed her stubborn temperament, so she used provocation to play a small trick.

In fact, Ran Yan knew that Huan Kong had repeatedly been following her, and what she asked for was nothing more than an autopsy, and it was someone she valued more. But now that Huan Kong tried to escape into seclusion, Ran Yan temporarily observed if her mind was pure, so as not to suffer from this love and hatred!

When it came to death, there were things that one would find agreeable. Even if the murderer were to be punished, they would be very happy at that time; but after the incident, every time they thought about it, they would just be heartbroken.

So Ran Yan didn’t care about the yelling of Huan Kong and led Wan Lu back to the yard.

Wan Lu glanced at Ran Yan and knew her own lady in her heart. She thought in her heart that she didn’t expect her to be cruel, but Ran Yan wasn’t being vague at all.

When they arrived in the courtyard, Ran Yan instructed Wan Lu, “Inquire who planted the hosta flower garden at the back.”

The flower garden was huge, covering most of the hillside; but it appeared neat and tidy, not like a wild one.

Wan Lu responded, and immediately turned and went out. When she walked to the door, Ran Yan called out, “Come back, no need to ask.”

Wan Lu returned according to her words but felt bewildered. It was just a small matter. Was it so difficult to choose?

As the saying goes, it didn’t matter how high you hung up, it’s better to be less distinct or less involved. Ran Yan decided to watch the fire from the other side. If Liu Cishi came to ask her to help, she would not refuse, but why should she take the lead for no reason?

Ran Yan has always been able to control herself. She said that she didn’t care, so she really wouldn’t intervene. In the following days, she would only occasionally think about the case when she was drinking tea and admiring the scenery; she would analyze the scars on the corpse one by one. It’s just to entertain myself.

This matter was put on hold. Ran Yan only read books, learned Chinese medicine, and copied scriptures every day. During this period, she was forced by Xing Niang to practice chess, making tea, embroidering, and composing poems.

Ran Yan couldn’t do such an elegant and artistic thing as making tea. After Xing Niang’s training, the taste of her tea was barely clear and her posture was always blunt, and Ran Yan focused on doing it every time. When doing something, her expression was serious, her dead face was tense, and her whole body exuded an aura that would keep others away. It was terrifying to see, so Xing Niang banned her from making tea from then on, especially in front of her future husband. Absolutely not.

Then came embroidery, which was excellent craftsmanship learned by the original master. Ran Yan inherited the original master’s ability. Embroidering was naturally not a problem, but Xing Niang thought her posture was weird. Originally, slowly doing embroidery with an orchid finger up2 https://images.app.goo.gl/ggdDDD7SCYwcwcgV9 would best reflect the femininity of a woman, but when she arrived at Ran Yan’s, it was fast and swift. It wasn’t much different from the usual stitching of corpses. Fortunately, Xing Niang and the others have never seen Ran Yan stitch a human corpse.

Composing poems…Poke straight at Ran Yan’s weakest point. If embroidering was a remnant of the body’s instinct, then poems must be written with the brain. The soul has already changed individuals, and the original master’s talents didn’t remain at all. Ran Yan racked her brain, searched her stomach, and thought about all the ancient poems she could remember, adding the broken sentences and fragments together, and she could break it with ten fingers.

In the end, Xing Niang only said a few words, “Lady, it’s good to be able to read and understand things.”