Chapter 121: The Case of the Sinking Corpse

When Yu Changhuan went out after bathing, he was full of roses.

The Gu family had already had dinner, and when they heard that Yu Changhuan was back, Jiang Mian specially cooked a bowl of shredded chicken noodles for him.

Yu Changhuan didn't have time to eat dinner, but now sitting at the dinner table, sucking, he quickly finished a bowl of noodles.

"Still eating?"

"Eat it too." Yu Changhuan put the bowl on the table, and the chopsticks in his hand were still grasping.

"I want to eat it in the pot." Jiang Mian said.

Yu Changhuan didn't react for a while.

Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows slightly, "What, do you still want me to serve it to you?" ā€

Yu Changhuan was silent, and consciously served the bowl to serve the noodles.

"What did the county magistrate tell you to do? Why doesn't it seem like you're being fed? Jiang Mian saw that Yu Changhuan had killed another bowl of noodles, and he was puzzled.

Yu Changhuan got up and went to serve another bowl, "Call me to be a servant, but there are not enough people to make up the number." ā€

"Of course they gave me food, but there were corpses all over the ground, and I didn't dare to eat too presumptuously, so I starved myself when I ate it."

Jiang Mian: "...... Corpses all over the ground? ā€

Yu Changhuan nodded, "In the river north of the city, dozens of corpses were fished out, and the cause of death was unknown, so I asked him to go for an autopsy." ā€

Jiang Mian knocked on the table, "Died in the river, was it drowned, or was it thrown away?" ā€

Yu Changhuan said: "Before his death, he was severely beaten and died of bleeding from his internal organs. ā€

Jiang Mian's eyes narrowed, "This is really difficult, the murderer has killed so many people, not ordinary people." ā€

Yu Changhuan put the bowl down and burped very unvividly.

Jiang Mian glanced at him with disgust.

What a handsome young man, he turned out to be like this.

Yu Changhuan wiped his mouth calmly, but the red ears betrayed him.

"I'll go see the two people you brought back." Speaking of this, Yu Changhuan had something to say, "It's not that I said you, can you just give it to others just because my pills are easy to use?" That kind of medicine is very precious! ā€

Jiang Mian looked at Yu Changhuan stunned, "Are you talking about me?" ā€

Yu Changhuan turned his head to look at Gu Yanning, who was holding Jiang Mian's hand and quietly used it as an ornament, and said, "No, I'm talking about you." ā€

Yu Changhuan didn't believe that Gu Yanning dared to use medicine without Jiang Mian's consent.

Gu Yanning looked up dissatisfied: "You said I'll be fine, why did you say Mianmian?" ā€

Jiang Mian: "Didn't you just take a few pills from you?" The medicinal herbs are all from me, why do you still talk about your cousin after taking a few pills from you? ā€

Yu Changhuan felt that his slightly bulging stomach was even more distended.

"I—I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." After saying that, he took his bowl and went to wash it.

Gu Yanning lay on Jiang Mian's shoulder with a wilt, "Mian Mian, I know it's wrong, I won't use medicine indiscriminately in the future, I feel very distressed that you are being said." ā€

Jiang Mian rubbed Gu Yanning's face, "It's okay, Wangcai doesn't dare to say anything about me, he just complains there." ā€

Yu Changhuan, who was passing by and was about to put the dishes and chopsticks, met the scene of the two of them, you and me, and felt that he had eaten a few more bowls of noodles.

Yu Changhuan went to put the dishes and chopsticks away with an expressionless face, and then went to see the patient.

Xiaoshan and Shi were lying on the bed, and the quilt covering them was still very thin, and they couldn't stop much cold in the autumn night.

Yu Changhuan looked at the two people who were shivering with cold, turned around and went to his room to move his quilt over.

Yu Changhuan examined their wounds. Gu Yanning handled it very well, and now that the wound has a tendency to heal, it is no wonder that the two of them can go out and walk around.

But......

This injury is very similar to the injuries of the corpses he has come into contact with in the past two days.

"Where are you from?"

Xiaoshan and Shi glanced at each other, and finally it was Shi Shi who said: "We were picked up by Uncle Gu in the Ruyi Pavilion." ā€

"Ruyi Pavilion?" What is that place? "Forget it, I don't care where you come from, give me a good rest. Don't fall ill at that time. ā€

After Yu Changhuan gave them all the needles, he went to Dabao's room, planning to sleep with Dabao until he had a new quilt.

Dabao yawned and asked Yu Changhuan: "Uncle Cousin, why don't you go back to your own room to sleep?" ā€

Yu Changhuan wrapped the quilt tightly: "Because my quilt is given to the hill and the stone." ā€

Dabao reluctantly grabbed the corners of the quilt and tried to completely wrap his small body.

The next day, Yu Changhuan was going to Jishitang to sit with Dr. Liu.

Gu Yanning and Jiang Mian drove the bull and sent Yu Changhuan away.

"Doctor Gu, you are here, Doctor Liu has been talking about you for a long time." The guys from Jishitang have seen Yu Changhuan, and they recognize him.

Yu Changhuan said hello to Jiang Mian and the others, and then went into the inner room.

Dr. Liu is grafting bones for a man who has broken his hand.

"Yo yo yo yo, it hurts!"

The bone grafter was in heart-wrenching pain.

Yu Changhuan pricked him with two injections, and the person who was crying wolf stopped calling, and his closed eyes opened slightly, "I...... Why is my hand unconscious? ā€

The man glanced at Yu Changhuan, then closed his eyes again and cried, "Liu, Doctor Liu, is my hand useless?" Why can't I feel that it's rough anymore?! Who are you? How to prick needles indiscriminately! Pierced my hands, woo-woo......"

This person was really noisy, so Yu Changhuan pulled out the needle from his body.

He sneered, "Now, now you have a sense of your hand." ā€

The man's face was wrinkled in pain. He realized that Yu Changhuan was not an ordinary teenager, he might be the descendant of a certain doctor, otherwise why was the needle so powerful?

"Divine doctor, divine doctor, I didn't open the door with my mouth, you still help me put the needle on, right?"

The man's expression was so funny that Dr. Liu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yu Changhuan snorted coldly, and in order to make him continue to howl, he still put a needle on him.

Without the patient's painful struggle, Dr. Liu's bone grafting movement was much faster.

After wrapping the gauze, Dr. Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Your stitching method is really amazing." ā€

Yu Changhuan took back the silver needle, "Do you want to learn?" I can teach you. ā€

Dr. Liu knew that Yu Changhuan had never hidden his secrets, but he didn't expect him to teach him such an important needle.

The man who received the bone was sent out by Dr. Liu's apprentice.

Before going out, he also asked the apprentice: "This little doctor is also the sitting doctor of your Jishitang?" Is his consultation fee high? ā€

The apprentice said, "He sits in the hall with our Dr. Liu, if you want to see him, just come to our Dr. Liu." ā€

The man's face was bitter, "Dr. Liu's consultation fee is so high." ā€

The apprentice said, "That little doctor, if you sit in the hospital, the consultation fee will only be high!" ā€

The man was surprised: "He's so powerful?" Look, I'm only a teenager. ā€

"Young talent. Okay, don't ask around, follow Dr. Liu's instructions, decoct the medicine on time, and come back for a follow-up visit in five days. You have broken the bone of your hand once, and you must not do heavy work, otherwise you will not want this hand. ā€

The apprentice sent one patient away, and then beckoned another into the inner chamber.

After Dr. Liu finished taking the patient's pulse, he would often give Yu Changhuan another pulse. Later, the prescriptions written by the two were compared, and the prescriptions of the two were similar.

After sending the last patient out of the door, Dr. Liu discussed the prescription with Yu Changhuan.

The more I talked, the more frightened Dr. Liu became.

If this person is sitting in the hospital, the position of this number one is probably none of his business.

But he didn't have any bad intentions about it.

This young man is not selfish, but real.

Besides, his talent is too high.

Although most of the diseases he sees today are ordinary diseases, and the prescriptions are only changed in dosage and adjuvants compared with the traditional ones, it can also be seen that he has a very thorough understanding of medicinal properties, yin and yang.

Dr. Liu smiled bitterly for a while, some people are like this, their talent is too good to be good, and it is difficult for others to reach the height he started after spending their entire lives.

"Changhuan, aren't you going to be a sitting doctor?"