The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 982 Cheng Huan Ye Weishang 05 [Fanwai 169]

Jun Chenghuan glared at him, he immediately lowered his head, and muttered softly, "Obviously it's..."

"December Silver..."

As soon as Jun Chenghuan opened his mouth, Ye Weishang immediately leaned over, "Princess is right, how can we find out the cause of death without an autopsy?"

Ling'er pushed him away, "As long as you talk a lot, you are here to take care of the records, not to play tricks. During the autopsy of Sister Cheng Huan, you have to shut up, understand?"

Ye Weishang rolled his eyes and stood directly behind Jun Chenghuan.

"Princess Linglong, I beg you not to dissect my son, please..." At this moment, the woman knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, the servant of the Ministry of Industry next to her also knelt down, "Princess Linglong, the dog is dead, please leave him a whole body."

Jun Chenghuan took off his gloves directly, "Since you don't want me to dissect the body, you should take your son to Jingzhao Mansion instead of my Dali Temple."

"That's right, now who doesn't know that autopsies in our Dali Temple usually do autopsies?" Ling'er said coldly.

In fact, not only Dali Temple, since Su Qingran established Wu Zuo Academy to teach his sons to dissect and perform autopsies, the people in Donglin have gradually accepted autopsies.

Hearing the words, the minister of the Ministry of Industry and his wife looked at each other and hesitated.

Princess Linglong, who always judges cases like a god, is exactly the same as King Qinghan of Dali Temple back then.

They knew this, so they brought their son's body to Dali Temple directly.

If they leave now, how will they find out the cause of death?

After hesitating again and again, the two nodded reluctantly and helplessly, "I will obey Princess Linglong's orders for everything."

"The autopsy process was a bit bloody. I'm afraid the two of you will feel unwell. Please wait outside." Ling'er said thoughtfully.

The minister of the Ministry of Industry and his wife shook their heads.

This is their son, how can you rest assured if you don't see it with your own eyes?
"Let them stay." Jun Chenghuan ordered lightly.

Putting on the gloves again, she came to the corpse, and when she was about to undress the deceased, a figure suddenly appeared behind her.

Looking at the man who grabbed her, Jun Chenghuan was displeased, "What are you going to do?"

"Princess, you are a woman. How can you pick up a man's clothes in public?"

"How to dissect without taking off your clothes?"

Jun Chenghuan frowned, "I'm Wu Zuo, and I'm even the Minister of Dali Temple. In my eyes, the corpses all look the same, and there is no difference between men and women."

Ye Weishang: "..."

"Still let go?"

Ye Weishang retreated consciously, but his eyes fell directly on Jun Chenghuan's hand.

After seeing that she only took off the deceased's shirt, he was inexplicably relieved.

"Knife!"

"scissors!"

"Hemostatic forceps!"

As long as Jun Chenghuan stretched out his hand, Ling'er could accurately hand over the dissection tools to her.

Obviously, the cooperation between the two is quite familiar.

As the corpse's chest was cut open, a rancid bloody smell rushed over.

The minister of the Ministry of Industry and his wife did not dare to watch this bloody scene, so they turned their faces away.

At first, they just turned pale and could barely bear it.

When the smell of blood in the air became thicker and thicker, the woman finally couldn't bear it, and ran out to vomit.

Not long after, the minister of the Ministry of Industry also followed out.

"Ling'er, go out and have a look. If you faint, send to the doctor in time," Jun Chenghuan ordered.

"Wait for me, I'll go too..." Ye Weishang couldn't wait to run out.

However, as soon as he ran two steps, a bloody autopsy knife was nailed straight in front of him.

Ye Weishang swallowed, "Princess, you are..."

"Bring me the knife."

"Yes." Ye Weishang carefully pulled out the autopsy knife stuck in the wooden door, and handed it over respectfully.

Jun Chenghuan raised his hand to take it, and continued to dissect.

It was only then that Ye Weishang realized that below his waist, especially his legs, it seemed... that he couldn't move.

Looking at the meticulous dissection of the woman, he couldn't help grinding his teeth secretly, "Despicable!"

"The deceased was eight feet long and died eight hours ago. There was a wound on his forehead that was one inch long and half an inch deep. It was not fatal..."

Just as Jun Chenghuan was talking, he glanced at the man standing beside him in a daze, and frowned impatiently, "Record!"

"Oh! Please say it again, princess."

"I never say it a second time. To be a master in Dali Temple, you have to be smart. If you make a mistake once, five or two months of silver will be deducted!"

With a stern sound, Ye Weishang hurriedly said: "I remembered, the princess just said that the deceased was eight feet long..."

"Have you remembered it all?" Jun Chenghuan raised his eyes.

Ye Weishang nodded like he was pounding garlic, "I wrote everything down, princess, please take a look!"

"Continue." Jun Chenghuan didn't even look at it, but his men moved nimbly and dug out the heart of the deceased.

Ye Weishang's face changed slightly, he tried not to spit it out, and said repeatedly, "Princess, for the sake of my obedience and ability, you should untie my acupuncture points first?"

"That's good."

Ye Weishang: "..."

After Jun Chenghuan cut open his heart, he finally found important evidence - a silver needle!
A smile finally appeared on her usually cold face.

"Princess, you found out again?" Ye Weishang noticed it with sharp eyes.

"Ling'er, invite the Minister of Industry and his wife in."

"Yes, sister Chenghuan!"

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry and his wife almost vomited to collapse, and walked to the morgue with Linger's support.

"Master of the Ministry of Industry, ma'am, please look, I found this silver needle in your son's heart, that is to say..." Jun Chenghuan said and glanced at Ye Weishang, "Record!"

"Yes, yes, please continue, princess."

"Princess Linglong, what do you mean, the cause of Gouzi's death is that someone shot a silver needle into his heart?" asked the Minister of Industry.

Jun Chenghuan nodded, "Exactly."

After the words fell, the woman cried bitterly, "I said that Lin'er was killed by someone, who killed a thousand swords..."

She was about to faint from crying, but Ling'er quickly helped her up.

"Minister of the Ministry of Industry, your son was indeed murdered. As for who the murderer is, Dali Temple will definitely investigate and find out. Please rest assured."

"Thank you, Princess Linglong, thank you..." The minister of the Ministry of Industry thanked you repeatedly.

"There's no need to worry about the job." Jun Chenghuan cupped his hands, "Next, I will sew up your son's body, and after an hour, I promise to send him back to the mansion intact."

"Thank you, Princess Linglong!"

Jun Chenghuan was very serious in his work, but he finished sewing up the dissected corpse in half an hour.

When she raised her waist, the broken hair on her forehead was already wet with sweat.

Walking to Ye Weishang's side, he explained the acupoints and said, "Stay here for a while, and check the records by the way, if there are any omissions, I'll go get dressed."

"Yes, princess." Ye Weishang said with a smile.

Jun Chenghuan walked away. Just as he washed his hands and changed his clothes, a scream came from the morgue, "Help!"

When she walked in, a white figure rushed towards her arms, "Princess, help me, the body moved just now, I'm so scared..."

　Ye Weishang, bad, good night~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)