"Good morning!"

"Morning! Master Zhu, you're here, where are you going to play? ”

As soon as he saw Zhu Jiangjiang, Datang immediately put away his mobile phone mysteriously.

"I went around the capital."

Zhu Jiangjiang flipped through today's work task list and found that after resting for a few days, there was a lot more work.

"Let's deal with the 38th first, I guess I'll have to work overtime today, it seems that you won't be able to go tonight."

"Master Zhu, how do you know I'm going to sing K at night? Don't, the older single is waiting to be rescued, and the goddess of my high school will go tonight. Datang cried with a fat face.

"Why don't you ask Director He for a leave?" Zhu Jiang Jiang smiled maliciously.

No one wanted to drink Director He's chicken soup, and Datang, who was resigned to his fate, quickly pushed No. 38 over.

Thirty-eight, a middle-aged man with a beard, died on the spot due to a violent impact from the driver's side in a car accident, fractured his high cervical vertebrae, and suffered a brain stem hemorrhage.

"The left shoulder blade is also broken."

Thirty-eight's face was covered with wounds from broken glass, his neck was unnaturally crooked, his entire left arm was swollen, and his somewhat decolored crewneck T-shirt was covered in blood.

The fingers are very yellow, and it can be seen that he is a person who usually smokes.

Zhu Jiangjiang put on gloves and checked it roughly, and prepared to prepare the repair materials that would be used for a while.

"Alas, I heard that the perpetrator has not been found yet." Datang muttered beside him.

"Wait, Datang, you deal with the pants first." Zhu Jiangjiang held down Datang's hand that wanted to cut open the T-shirt.

Then she took off her gloves, took out her mobile phone and took a few photos of the blood stains on the right side of her clothes, and the more she looked at Zhu Jiangjiang, the more strange she felt.

It stands to reason that Thirty-Eight received an impact from the left, and the direction of the blood splash should have been from left to right, or vertical dripping. This can be seen from the fact that most of the blood stains on the body are like this.

However, on the right side of the T-shirt, probably at the shoulder, there were a few drops of blood splattered from right to left. The amount of blood is not much, and judging by the height and direction of the splash, it looks like there is still a person sitting next to it!

"In this car accident, it seems that he is the only one in the car?" Zhu Jiangjiang asked.

"Yes, that's what his family said. His wife also said that the accident may have been because he was too tired from driving and regretted not following him that day. ”

Zhu Jiangjiang thought about it, brought a bag, and motioned for Datang to throw the No. 38 shirt into it alone.

Then he cut out a small piece of the few drops of clothes stained with strange blood stains, stuffed them into a small sealed bag, and prepared to send them to the Public Security Bureau for testing later with No. 38's hair.

I don't know if it's Zhu Jiangjiang's illusion, but when she operated, she always felt that there was a smell of rotten and suppurated on that small piece of clothing.

Taking advantage of Datang's efforts to clean the body, Zhu Jiangjiang began to prepare the repair solution.

The face is mainly epidermal damage, and there is no muscle defect, so there is no need to use cotton wool. Zhu ginger melted a small cup of vulcanized latex and white latex, ready to be used for a while while to repair the face.

The scapula is not an open fracture, and if the swelling is to be reduced, it needs to be bled and reduced.

Zhu Jiangjiang made a cut on the shoulder blade of No. 38, kneaded it slowly with both hands, sensed the direction of the bones, adjusted a little bit, and pulled the misplaced bones back to their original positions.

As the blood flowed out and the joint was realigned, the shoulder blades were less swollen.

"Do we still need to fix the cervical spine? When you put it in the coffin, you should be able to raise the bedding on the left and right sides of the head, right? Datang asked curiously.

"You can fix it a little with a piece of bamboo, his cervical spine is too badly deformed." Zhu Jiangjiang pondered for a while, but decided to take it easy.

She measured the length with her hands, cut a piece of bamboo two fingers wide, sharpened one end, made an opening in the back of the thirty-eighth neck, and pushed it in with some force.

With the hardness support, the head of the thirty-eight was lying straight all at once.

Because No. 38 was only discovered the day after his death, and the body was already stiff, the supine position was very unnatural, and he basically maintained the posture he had at the time of the accident.

The slightly bent arms on both sides are a little easier to handle, but the bent legs can't be reset.

"It's too hard, how can I fix it if I can't put it down?"

Datang tried all his strength, but he couldn't guarantee that he could put down No. 38's leg without damaging the body, and he couldn't help but sweat profusely.

"Put away your crooked thoughts, people are here to repair the body, not to add injuries to injuries."

Looking at Datang's eyes that kept aiming at No. 38's knee, Zhu Jiangjiang had to speak in time to stop him.

"It's because it's too cold, you have to try to give him a little warmth."

Zhu Jiangjiang put his palm on No. 38's knee joint, covered it for a while, felt that his muscles were a little softer, and pulled his leg down.

Slowly, little by little, I finally put Thirty-Eight's left leg down completely.

"That's it, do you understand?"

In the admiring eyes of Datang, Zhu Jiangjiang began to repair the face of No. 38.

First, gently scrape off the peeled skin on the face with a razor blade, wipe off the blood, and then apply a layer of vulcanized latex to the wound.

Then, there are two layers of white latex.

Once the latex is dry, it's time to start applying makeup.

After shaving off all the beards of No. 38, Zhu Jiangjiang found that his face under the beard was unexpectedly young.

Because he often runs long distances, the upper part of his face is tanned, and the bearded areas are whiter.

Zhu Jiangjiang compared the photos of No. 38 before his death, and found that he was a person who loved to laugh and exercise, and decisively gave up his plan to paint his skin white.

She adjusted the foundation of one shade according to the black skin part, evened out the skin tone of the upper and lower faces, and simply colored the lips to look healthy.

"Alright. The clothes his family brought are here, and when he is dressed, he will be put back. ”

The finishing work was handed over to Datang, and Zhu Jiangjiang plucked a few hairs from No. 38 and put them in a sealed bag.

She called the Shunshun rider to come and get something, and was going to send the pieces of clothes and head to the public security bureau for inspection first.

Of course, it is good that two DNA samples can match, but if they don't, it will be a big problem.

Just when Zhu Jiang Jiang lowered her hair and sent a message to Shi Chong, she had a surprise discovery-

The saplings in the tree planting software have grown more than a dozen leaves!

Some time ago, she found the company that wanted to buy the granny snake medicine prescription, and that company was in Suzaku.

A few days ago, in addition to attending Chen Yiyun's wedding, part of the reason why I went to Suzaku was to talk about the sale of prescriptions.

Three snake prescriptions negotiated 100 million, of which she converted 50 million into shares, and the remaining 50 million was donated to several different charitable funds.

Unexpectedly, in just two or three days, more than a dozen leaves have grown. I'm looking forward to what will happen to the little tree when all the leaves have grown.