"Little bastard, would I joke about something like this?" Fan Bingrong became even more angry when he heard his son say that. He raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "If you could have stopped the prince, , don’t let him go to Juzhou, where will he cause so many troubles! You also asked me if I was joking, when did I joke about the prince’s affairs? "
Fan Yuru was dumbfounded on the spot and didn't even know how to hide. She was slapped several times by Fan Bingrong.
When Qi Zihao heard this, his face turned pale.
If he hadn't risked his life to save people, Li Zian wouldn't have personally led the team to Juzhou to rescue people.
If Li Zian didn't go to Juzhou, nothing else would happen...
Even Shen Tianshu, who seemed calm on the surface, was already in chaos at this time.
The autopsy did not yield the expected results at all, and now Li Zian has been tricked again.
What should we do?
Seeing Fan Bingrong looking at him as if he was grasping the last straw, Shen Tianshu felt even more stressed.
"I'll go in first to check on the prince's condition." She hesitated again and again, but still did not reveal the results of the autopsy, but turned around and entered the east room.
Li Zian was placed on the bed in the east room, with his eyes closed and his breathing steady and long, as if he was asleep.
This was the first time that Shen Tianshu saw Li Zian like this. Although his appearance was still stunning, his eyes were not as sharp as usual, which made him look much calmer and gentler.
Putting a pulse pillow under Li Zian's wrist, Shen Tianshu began to diagnose his pulse.
Li Zian's pulse was exactly the same as Shi Tao's.
If he had opened the coffin for an autopsy, Shen Tianshu would have felt that this pulse just confirmed his judgment.
But after seeing six corpses with almost different causes of death, she no longer dared to draw casual conclusions.
Shen Tianshu took back his pulse pillow, turned around and asked, "How is Shi Tao doing?"
"Still the same as before, I went out to dance a Nuo opera last night." Fan Bingrong was so anxious that his voice became hoarse. If he had known this, he might as well have let Li Zian follow him into the mountains, and maybe he could have escaped disaster.
"I need to think about it carefully. Could you please Master Fan to invite Yang Lizheng over in a moment? I have something to ask him."
After Shen Tianshu returned to his room on the second floor, he sat by the window and took advantage of the faint morning light to record the conditions of the six corpses that were autopsied last night.
Minghui came in with hot water and saw Shen Tianshu staring blankly at the densely remembered piece of paper on the table.
"Girl, you have been busy all night, so you should freshen up and rest first."
"Now that the prince is like this, how can I have the time to rest?" Shen Tianshu frowned and looked at the words on the paper, trying to find some pattern in it.
Just after breakfast in Diaojiaolou, Yan Laosan brought Yang Fuming over.
Needless to say, Yang Fuming also went to dance a Nuo opera last night. When he was brought here, he was full of exhaustion.
"Brother Yang, this is Mrs. Tong. She has something to ask you. You must answer truthfully."
Yang Fuming was deeply impressed by Shen Tianshu. After all, there were only two women in the group, and one of them always wore a mask.
He thought that Shen Tianshu might have a status like a witch doctor, and since he was Master Fan's subordinate, he naturally did not dare to be disrespectful.
"Mrs. Tong, just ask, and I will tell you everything I know."
Shen Tianshu asked Minghui and Master Fan to come over personally to take notes. Soon, Fan Yuru volunteered to come over with pen and paper.
"Then let's get started." Seeing that Fan Yuru was ready, Shen Tianshu nodded to Yang Fuming and said, "Yang Lizheng can tell me about the conditions of the people who died in the village before they died, as well as their usual physical conditions. What? "
"Of course." Yang Fuming thought for a moment and said, "Let's start with my brother Yang Fuhui.
"He seemed to have some bad gastrointestinal problems and poor appetite during the time before his death. He would feel nauseous and nauseated after eating anything, and his face became more and more yellow as he went to the back. It was so yellow that it was a bit scary.
"I just told my parents the day before that I wanted to go out and ask a doctor to see him, but before I could go out, he wouldn't be able to do it the next morning.
"I had just been helped home after the Nuo performance. Suddenly I started vomiting violently, and the vomit spread far and wide. Then there was nothing left in my stomach, and I started vomiting bile, and finally vomited blood, and then I died."
Shen Tianshu nodded secretly, which corresponded to the condition of the internal organs of Yang Fuhui's corpse.
"How was his health before the problem?"
"My health before was neither good nor bad. The main reason was that I loved drinking too much. I drank so much that I fell unconscious after drinking for three days. After that, I would vomit for several days in a row, and I was very depressed. I told him about this. I tried many times, but he wouldn’t listen.”
Shen Tianshu nodded. Seeing that Fan Yuru had written down the conversation, he continued to ask, "What about the second deceased?"
"The second person who died was a long-standing disease in our village. He had been in poor health since he was born. He was short of breath and had pain in his heart.
“I can’t do anything in the fields, I’ve been sick all the time, I look like I’m almost thirty, and I haven’t even found a wife.
"Before he died, his face was purple, he raised his hands to cover his chest, then slowly fell down and never woke up again."
Hearing this, Shen Tianshu suddenly realized something. He reached out and grabbed his autopsy record, and compared it with the record on it and asked, "Did two of the deceased people usually suffer from lung disease?"
Yang Fuming was shocked when he heard this, but he nodded repeatedly and said: "It is true, the eldest among the deceased had lung disease for more than ten years, and he couldn't breathe when the weather got cold.
"The younger one had a high fever when he was a child. He didn't die in the end, but his lungs were seriously affected. He would always wheeze when the weather changed, but it didn't seem to delay anything."
"What about the remaining two people?" Shen Tianshu asked eagerly. She felt that she was close to finding the thread that could connect all the pieces.
Yang Fuming recalled carefully for a long time, and then said: "The two remaining people, the older one, was in good health when he was young, but after fifty, his health deteriorated. He can be regarded as an old and sick young man in the village. His face is sallow all year round, and he always says My right side was hurting so much that I told him to take him out to see a doctor, but he said he had no money and refused to go."
Shen Tianshu watched Yang Fuming gesture towards the right upper abdomen, which happened to be the location of the liver and gallbladder.
In this way, this person actually had liver disease for a long time.
"What about the young man at the end? I feel that he is still in good health. Why did he get into trouble earlier than others?"
"That child is also very strange. He has always complained of headaches since he was a teenager. At first, he just cried, but later the pain became so severe that he banged against the wall and refused to stop until he was bloody and bloody.
"People in the village wondered whether he was possessed by evil spirits, and at that time they even asked the elders in the village to help him figure it out.
"Later, for some reason, I couldn't see anything in one eye..."
Only then did Shen Tianshu understand why he didn't find anything wrong with the organs of the last corpse. It turned out that the problem was in his head.
