Ye Feng is also waiting.
He turned his wrist towards the corpses, spread his palms and said, "Please advise."
This is not because he is self-confident or arrogant, but because he is sincere.
Traditional Chinese medicine is vast, profound, and vast, but it has declined over time and into post-modern times. Ye Feng also deplored it in his previous life.
This is also why he studied Chinese medicine with Zhang Wanrong.
In terms of autopsy skills, at the moment, he, Ye Feng, is completely proud of the world, but when it comes to Chinese medicine, he still maintains a mentality of learning and awe.
He also believes that doctors can make great achievements. As an imperial physician, the old doctor should be quite skilled.
The left court ruled.
The first thing to pick was Ziyang’s body.
After carefully observing the color of his face, he prepared to open his mouth.
Ye Feng stopped him. He took out a pair of gloves and handed them over.
The judge on the left side of the hospital took off his glove without even looking at it, and scolded: "How can you judge accurately through skin?"
Ye Feng retracted his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
Can the dead and the living be the same?
But if others don't care, there's nothing he can do about it.
I watched the old man from the left court kneeling down on his knees, pinching open the deceased's mouth and smelling deeply.
The corners of Ye Feng's mouth twitched again.
This sentence comes to mind: Doctors are people who step on the line of safety and jump repeatedly. Whether you step on it yourself or help others step on it.
So he remained silent and watched with his sleeves folded.
No, not watching, but learning, learning!
The left court judge also doesn’t care what the people around him think.
After sniffing, he took out the tongue depressor from the medical box, carefully looked into the deceased's throat cavity, and then used tweezers to pick out the tongue and observe the tongue coating. This is the basic method to test whether the deceased had any symptoms during his lifetime, or whether he died of illness.
Then several strong military officers among the spectators were asked to help remove the clothes from the deceased's body.
Ye Feng and the others would not carry the corpse around naked, they were all clothed. It just doesn't have as many layers as the original.
It's easier to take off now.
Once it was taken off, everyone could clearly see the stitching marks on it.
At present, there is no suturing technique.
This is one of the reasons why Ye Feng admires Zhang Wanrong. He feels that the girl has a very good attitude of acceptance just like him.
But these civil and military officials, especially the old doctors, couldn't accept this.
"What are you doing? Treating the deceased like clothing? You are showing great disrespect to the deceased!"
"How can it be that a person who desecrates his own body and death in this way is not afraid of going to hell?!"
"It turns out that your autopsy skills are amazing, but that's why it's amazing? Do you know how to use needle and thread like a girl?"
"What are you..."
The old man in his 80s was so angry that his whole body was shaking even harder. He wanted to curse something, but he couldn't because of his self-cultivation, so he just pointed his trembling finger at Ye Feng.
They had heard that Ye Feng's autopsy would cut open a person's body and take out their internal organs, but they didn't find it magical and instead felt disgusted. Now they see it like this...
What a loss of conscience and humanity!
This must be seen by the relatives of the deceased. If this falls into the hands of this person after his death...
They all shuddered.
They all said in one mind: That would really be a bad death.
Ye Feng looked at the reactions of these people, looked at the many fingers around him, and felt helpless at the same time as he felt "thousands of people were pointing at him".
No explanation either.
He signaled Xia Hui to open the tool box, put on his gloves, squatted down, took out the small scissors, and quickly cut open the suture line on the deceased's chest. Insert your ten fingers in and push hard on both sides to completely open the sternum that had been sorted and reset.
He stood up, clasped his hands, and turned his head to the side: "Please."
Please leave the court to continue the meaning of "advice".
He is not arguing with these people about the importance and necessity of suturing.
He is a man, not a doctor. If he has such leisure, he might as well go back and teach Wanrong well so that she can shine.
I believe it will take less effort than teaching these people.
When these people saw his actions, they realized that their focus was off. They all glared at him and asked the left court judge to continue.
The Zuoyuan judge calmed down his angry mind. Just as he was about to do something, he looked at the exposed internal organs again... his Adam's apple began to roll up and down.
One couldn't help but wonder if he, like himself and others, was forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his stomach.
After all, he was studying medicine. The judge from the left hospital turned away his eyes for more than ten seconds before turning back and stretching out his hands tremblingly.
To be honest, I have never done anything like this.
To the greatest extent, I had imagined it after hearing about Ye Feng's words and deeds. I thought I could endure and touch them just like the ones I saw on the meat stalls at the market. All you need to do is combine the parts of the human body that you know in your mind when practicing medicine with the real details.
Now we know...how big the gap between imagination and reality can be.
But he didn't want to give up, so he bit the bullet and closed his eyes to touch it.
The thoughts in my heart were consistent with what the old man was muttering at this time: "It is an insult to gentlemen and sages."
Seeing the old man in trouble, Ye Feng squatted down again, spread a piece of oilcloth, and consciously and proactively took out the items one by one and placed them separately.
The left court judge didn't know for a moment whether he should be grateful to this guy or give him a shot.
This is too simple and crude!
But it did greatly facilitate his inspection.
He shook his two fingers and stiffly looked through each item.
Ye Feng suddenly realized that he had misunderstood, a big misunderstanding.
He thought: Chinese medicine would have touched these anyway.
but now……
Only then did he realize that almost all the skills of Chinese medicine practitioners lie in pulse diagnosis.
What's going on inside the human body? How are the symptoms? Zhenzhen is just four words: look, hear, ask, and feel.
Among them, looking, hearing, and asking are all in the service of checking the pulse.
Very few of them will actually come into contact with the inside of the human body.
The decline of traditional Chinese medicine lies in the level of pulse-taking. This is quite metaphysical, and people generally have high expectations for traditional Chinese medicine, the effectiveness of traditional Chinese medicine is relatively slow, and daily diet...
Thinking too far, Ye Feng took back his thoughts and listened to what the left court judge said.
The left court judge could not say anything.
He could see that the heart of the deceased was broken, but he didn't know what caused it; he could only see that the sternum was broken due to huge force.
However, there were others he could see.
He then said, "This... Taoist Priest Ziyang's internal organs have signs of stone decay. It should be caused by taking inappropriate medicine."
"Also, he should have been fighting to death. He was punched hard everywhere on his body, especially on his waist."
No more, no more.
He lowered his head, feeling ashamed to see others.
I was so confident before, but now I am so decadent and depressed.
In fact, he has examined the deceased, but he has not examined the open ones.
And this... Taoist Priest Ziyang's death was too complicated. It felt like being beaten to death, but also like being drugged to death. Looking at the traces of stone decay, they are not within the range of medicines that I am familiar with.
He lost.
The loss is still behind.
Even though Ye Feng really wanted to be courteous to the old man and didn't want to embarrass him too much, he still had to correct him after he came to the wrong conclusion.
He spoke out and first confirmed some of the views of the left court judge.
Then he pointed to the three purple marks on the lower back of the deceased and said: "These three places were indeed hit with fists. But they were all injuries before death, and they were not fatal. Even the bones of the deceased were not broken."
Later, Ye Feng rotated the bone examination knife twice between his fingers, clearly cutting these three parts, and then cut the side parts, explaining the difference between injuries before death and injuries after death.
