"Wow, is there such a difference?"
"Hey, what's the use of knowing this?"
"You know nothing, the difference is huge, think about it yourself."
"I don't deserve to be a coward, so why are you thinking about this?"
"Well, that's true. Then Mr. Ye..."
"He, he is very respectful."
That’s all I can say. It shows that people have really studied the art of writing.
And next.
Ye Feng allowed them to fully appreciate a visual bloody feast. No, it's the human anatomy that has a huge impact on them.
Well, in the end, except for the people from Beizhen Fusi, there was only one judge left in the right courtyard who was able to hold on and not run out to vomit.
He was the only one who watched and listened with fascination until finally he was eager to try.
Ye Feng took out a new scalpel and gave it to him.
He felt like he had found a treasure and couldn't put it down. Under Ye Feng's guidance, he made the first cut of human dissection.
His face was red with excitement and he was extremely excited.
Ye Feng was even afraid that the old man's heart wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Take it easy, take a deep breath, or give yourself two injections first..."
Ye Feng is advising the right court to judge.
Suddenly I saw him holding his knife and clasping his hands, and with a "pop" sound, he knelt down on his knees and bowed his head: "Master Xiu, please accept Taihe as your disciple!"
Ye Feng: "..."
He deeply felt the ancients' pure pursuit and love for academics, and was greatly touched.
However, it cannot be collected.
He turned sideways to let go of the gift, and helped the person up with all his strength.
"President Peng, if you want to learn, I will discuss it with you. Just get up."
He didn't want to be chased by an old man with a gray beard calling him "Master" in the future and serving him tea or something. This will make the world think that he is an old monster who has become a spirit.
Judge Peng was very stubborn, holding both of his arms with both hands, his eyes were hot and his tone was pleading.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, we have treasured broomsticks since ancient times. Any skill is a treasure that can be passed down and revitalized. How about your miraculous autopsy technique? I can't learn it in vain, and I don't have the shame to learn it in vain. If you don't Accepting an official as a disciple will lead to regrets for the entire life of the official."
Whether others can see it or not, he doesn't know. He, Peng Taihe, really realized that what he saw and heard today, no matter what happened to the autopsy, would at least be of great benefit to his improvement of medical skills.
Although he could find something to try with his own hands, he could clearly see that Ye Feng's precision and dazzling speed were beyond what he could achieve by studying hard for several years.
He wanted to learn, he wanted to learn crazily, and he was willing to use half of his life savings to fund his studies.
If Ye Feng doesn't accept it, neither the people nor the money will be accepted.
"This way, Judge Peng, as long as you are willing to learn, you can go to my house to discuss with my wife when you have time. She is also learning this kind of skills. I am also learning medical skills from her, and I will also have the opportunity. Ask you."
Let's exchange knowledge, don't worship each other.
When Judge Peng heard this, he used his strength to light up his head like a chicken pecking at the rice. Ye Feng was even worried that the old man would get dizzy.
However, Ye Feng was actually very happy about this unexpected gain. He has longed for the art of Chinese medicine.
Peng Taihe repeatedly lamented: "Although Mr. Ye is young, his broad mind, powerful spirit, profound skills, and lofty vision are all unmatched by anyone in the world."
It’s extremely, extremely difficult to find someone willing to share their skills. But Ye Feng obviously didn't hold back at all. He just showed it one by one in front of the civil and military officials and explained it in detail.
I did this after being ridiculed, despised and ridiculed.
If it had been anyone else, who could have done it? !
Ye Feng was so praised by Judge Peng that his face turned red. Although his mind, magnanimity, vision and skills are indeed good, it is still embarrassing to be praised like this. What's more, the world he came from didn't have...
Is there really no such thing as self-preservation?
Some don't, some still do.
It doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't have it himself.
No longer listening to Judge Peng's "praising", Ye Feng looked at the officials outside the hall, tilted his head and stretched his neck and shouted: "You'll get used to it after a while. Come back, I haven't finished speaking yet."
The most critical point has not yet been mentioned. All these people have escaped, even the old emperor has disappeared. How to deal with this? It wouldn't be outrageous to leave the dead lying like this.
"Master Ye, do you have anything else to say? Can you tell me for my subordinates to listen?"
Judge Peng's eyes sparkled again.
Ye Feng paused for a moment and thought about it. It would be fine if he was the only one to listen. Anyway, the sound should be able to be heard.
Then he squatted down and pointed at Ziyang's heart and said: "Look at the sternum, which was broken by a heavy punch. It's obvious that the person who hit this punch was very skilled. Moreover, the force of this punch was also very clever, breaking the sternum without using any force. The crack penetrated into the heart. The heart was shattered by internal force. The murderer is a master of the family."
The strength is just right. If it hadn't been for the autopsy, if it hadn't been for him, Ye Feng, to do the examination, no matter who it was, they would have only found that the sternum was broken, but the cause of death could not be accurately determined because the heart was not affected.
Therefore, the left court judge generally stated that the death was caused by a fight.
Ye Feng said and made the conclusion clear: "Ziyang did fight with others before his death, but none of the injuries sustained in the fight were fatal, and there was a time difference between the fatal injuries. Explanation: After he stopped fighting, he was suddenly punched to death from the front. .”
It doesn't matter whether Ye Feng knew the real situation at that time. What he said was the conclusion drawn from the traces.
"Kill and silence, right?"
Peng Yuanjing immediately got a clear result from this conclusion.
The moment he saw Ye Feng nodding, Judge Peng also had a very clear understanding of the art of autopsy: indeed, every trace could be a clue to trace the murderer, which was very important.
It's really amazing and amazing!
Praise for this skill, and even more praise for those who know how to do it!
Ye Feng was not used to being chased and praised, so he asked him: "I want to organize and restore it, are you used to it?"
"Practice, practice, practice!"
Needless to say? Judge Peng immediately agreed enthusiastically and vigorously, squatting down to cooperate with Ye Feng.
The officials outside the palace: "..."
Is this still the Golden Palace? Is it is it?
At this time, Qin Haoxian's men approached with Zheng Lianze's body.
Only then did the officials think of business.
This...doesn't need to be used to identify poisons or cut open, right?
How about waiting for Ye Feng to finish sorting out the body before going in to take a look?
Well, just take a look.
Lao Yuanzheng no longer wants to argue with Ye Feng about drug identification. They can only judge the toxicity from the saliva of the deceased, or from the wounds, or from the surface appearance of the skin. They are far less capable than Ye Feng who can go deep inside to extract and analyze. This is already their loss.
Lose at the root.
If they can win, at best they can only win if they have more experience with poisons.
The old man actually admired Ye Feng and wanted to learn from him. However, he was old and weak, so he didn't want to embarrass him anymore.
Only the left court judge still wanted to "fight to the death."
He failed in the autopsy, but he will definitely succeed in the drug test!
But what about His Majesty?
The old emperor vomited and leaked feces and urine. He was taking a bath and no one was around. And in order to cover up, he did not want the drug test to be interrupted.
He was worried that if it was interrupted this time, the case would not be able to continue, and Qi Jun would carry the body to the Imperial Study Room later.
So Xu Yi was allowed to continue to supervise the court.
Xu Yi stood beside the Dragon Throne and said loudly: "Your Majesty is slightly unwell, but it does not affect your efforts to find the real culprit for Mr. Zheng. Please continue."
