The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Ran Yan nodded, “Thank you for your sincere words.”

Seeing that Ran Yan didn’t have the slightest rippled on her expression, Madam Yan knew she had done something uncalled for. Although this Miss seemed proud and aloof, she was, in fact, a very clever girl.

After two ke, the result of the skin tests appeared. How fortunate, all three had no allergies towards penicillin. Ran Yan observed once more for about two ke to be sure that no reactions would occur, then she would inject penicillin in them.

As there was no rubber band, Ran Yan had to use the intestine of an animal as a substitute. After cleaning and drying it, its original appearance was already hardly visible, gaining some elasticity.

Even though everyone was full of curiosity, the secrets of medical skills could not be spread to the outside, so no one raised any questions.

Finishing the penicillin injections, Ran Yan advised them of all dos and don’ts, then took Wan Lu and quickly left.

When they were hurrying to the carriage near the entrance of the East Market, they noticed that there was some commotion on the right side, and from time to time there were people stopping at the entrance.

Whenever there was this type of lively scene, Wan Lu would certainly want to go check it out, but she had worked all day long and had no energy at the moment, so she didn’t move into action.

Ran Yan and Wan Lu kept circling the vicinity and didn’t find their carriage. Wan Lu pointed at the place where the crowd gathered, “Could it be that it’s being blocked behind of it?”

“Let’s go take a look.” Ran Yan replied.

The two bypassed the group of people from behind. Wan Lu drifted into a small space in the crowd and caught sight of a tall and slim youth wearing a greyish paofu[1] while crouched inside the crowd. She stooped at the center and hastily pulled Ran Yan, saying, “Miss, isn’t that Mr. Sang? What could have happened?”

Ran Yan involuntarily wrinkled her brows. Every time she came across that fool, nothing good took place. That’s why her instincts told her to not get involved with him. However, remembering the many times he helped her, and that recently she even owed him one autopsy that had not been performed, and probably won’t, she felt compelled to stop.

“Call him out.” Ran Yan said.

Although Wan Lu’s breath was poor, she gave a loud shout, shocking many people, “Mr. Sang! Mr. Sang!”

Sang Chen suddenly stood up when he heard her voice, his face happily looking around. Noticing his reaction, the crowd followed the source of the voice and opened a path on the road.

Wan Lu supported Ran Yan as they walked through the path. They saw a game of chess at Sang Chen’s feet, and an old man knitting his brows, thinking hard about something.

Ran Yan relaxed, letting out a sight. Seeing the situation, it seemed that this fool was at the endgame of his moneymaking.

“What is Miss doing here?” Sang Chen joyfully asked.

Ran Yan casually answered, “Taking care of some things.”

Sang Chen had completely missed Ran Yan’s perfunctory tone, and asked with slightly red cheeks, “When is Miss returning? Could you allow zaixia travel on the same carriage?”

His handsome countenance was dyed with a layer of red, and no one in the surroundings did not sigh when hearing him.

“I intend to return now.” Ran Yan was thinking ‘you are playing chess with another person, you can’t simply leave!’

Who knew that Sang Chen would get excited and say, “Zaixia is also planning to leave right away, Miss, wait for zaixia for a moment.” Finishing his words, he nervously pursed his lips, his bright eyes were filled with expectation as they gazed at Ran Yan.

Following his hopeful expression, the people at the side stared daggers at Ran Yan.

“’ Cough’” Being covered by the gauze, Ran Yan let out a dry cough, saying, “Hurry up.”

Sang Chen’s radiant smile carried a bit of delight and bashfulness. He immediately squatted and began to tidy up the chessboard while speaking to the old man, “Senior, zaixia needs to wrap things up and return home. You (polite) can go home and continue your thinking. Came back tomorrow and look for zaixia, we can then continue this.”

The old man opened his eyes widely, “How can laoxiu remember such complicated game?”

Sang Chen heard this and promptly took a paper and a pen from the basket, then put it on the back of the basket and began to draw a picture of the state of the game.

[1] This is our Sang Chen in the drama ?  

[2] This is the type of basket Sang Chen had: