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Chapter 271 Where Did the Blood Come From?

Zhu Yu grabbed Lu Qing's sleeve: "I want to perform an autopsy."

The "autopsy" she mentioned was clearly not the same as what the coroner had just done.

Others might not know what Zhu Yu meant, but Lu Qing had witnessed her methods. However, they were not in Jin Kingdom at the moment, and he could not create this condition for Zhu Yu in his capacity as the Golden-Faced Censor.

He thought for a moment and nodded to Zhu Yu: "Go out and take a look first. This matter still needs the approval of Prince Shuo. I will think of a way."

Zhu Yu nodded and followed Lu Qing around the curtain, temporarily leaving Jia Jun's study.

The same people were still outside; the Left Chief Secretary had not yet been brought over.

Yan Daoxin hadn't come in with them earlier, and now she stood beside Zhu Cheng, her heart pounding with curiosity. When she saw the two of them come out, she quickly stared at them, hoping to glean some clues from their faces.

Lu Qing also looked at Yan Daoxin, then moved her eyes towards the study.

Yan Daoxin immediately understood. Before Zhu Cheng could speak, he asked Lu Qing, "Was the official inside really dead for about an hour?"

“That’s exactly what the coroner said just now.” Lu Qing nodded to him.

"Your Highness, may I take a look?" Yan Daoxin asked Zhu Cheng with an air of mystery. "If I am not here, then this person is dead and that is that."

Now that I'm here today, whether I'm dead or alive is something only I can decide.

"Oh? Even a miracle doctor can save someone who has already passed away?" Zhu Cheng was somewhat surprised to hear this.

"An hour or so is manageable," Yan Daoxin replied calmly.

"What should the miracle doctor do?" Zhu Cheng asked in surprise.

"Find a house and move him there. Whether it works or not, I have to try first." Yan Dao thought to himself, "The person is already dead anyway, so what's the loss?"
If Your Highness finds it inappropriate, then so be it.

When Jia Jun's wife saw that Zhu Chengdu addressed Yan Daoxin as a divine doctor with utmost courtesy, she immediately pulled her two children down to kneel upon hearing this: "Your Highness, we are willing! If you can save my husband, we will spare no expense, even if it means spending all our family's wealth!"

Jia Jun's two younger brothers exchanged a glance and then knelt down as well.

Zhu Cheng was also having a headache from their constant kneeling, so he waved his hand and said, "Didn't you hear what the divine doctor said? Carry the person into a room!"

Jia Jun's wife hurriedly ordered the servants to go to the study, cover Jia Jun's body with a sheet, and, under the direction of Jia Jun's two younger brothers, carefully carry it on a wooden plank to a side room.

"What are you two waiting for? Come and help." Yan Daoxin waved to Zhu Yu and Lu Qing when he saw that the person had already been carried over.

Zhu Yu hurriedly followed, and the group arrived at the rear room. Yan Daoxin directed the guards outside to close the door tightly, and no one was allowed to enter without his permission.

"Alright, I've done the show for you two. Now go do what you need to do!" Once the door was closed, Yan Daoxin dropped all his airs as a divine doctor. He could roughly guess what Lu Qing was trying to do by giving him that wink earlier, so he quickly said to Zhu Yu.

Judging from his eager expression, he probably really wants to see Zhu Yu's somewhat shocking autopsy techniques again.

Zhu Yu was also very impressed. Just now, Lu Qing hadn't said anything, but Yan Daoxin had understood his meaning perfectly and used his identity as a divine doctor to arrange the pretext needed for the autopsy.

This kind of tacit understanding cannot be formed in a short period of time, nor can it be achieved through ordinary friendships. It's enviable.

However, Zhu Yu had no time to think about these things. She took out the leather bag from her bosom and had Yan Daoxin and Lu Qing place Jia Jun's body on the wooden bed. While quickly glancing at the furnishings in the room, she used a small black iron knife to make a clean cut between Jia Jun's chest and abdomen, and didn't forget to tease him: "It seems that the Jia family doesn't have much confidence in the miracle doctor's ability to bring the dead back to life!"

Yan Daoxin shrugged: "It doesn't matter, I don't have any extraordinary abilities anyway."

This kind of person is so dead that you could even disembowel them; even a celestial being descending to earth would have to go to the underworld to retrieve their soul first.

Zhu Yu didn't hear his teasing and was already focused on the task at hand.

Lu Qing and Yan Daoxin stood aside, silently watching her actions without disturbing her.

Jia Jun's stomach was cut open, but not a drop of blood flowed.

Upon seeing this, even Yan Daoxin couldn't help but snort: "That's it? Dead for an hour?!"

“It was definitely more than an hour. Now I want to know when he died and under what circumstances.” Zhu Yu’s hands moved swiftly and without stopping, and he replied to Yan Daoxin without looking up, “After this person died, boots were put on him, but he was wearing his undergarments.”

I initially found it strange, but Lu Qing reminded me that the person who killed Jia Jun probably wanted others to see him wearing boots and an inner robe, so that they would think that he had suddenly heard that some important person was coming to his door at home, and that he had hurriedly put on his boots but had no time to put on his outer robe before being strangled.

The living can lie about such things, but the dead do not.

"Today I want Jia Jun to tell me for himself when he died."

As she spoke, she stopped what she was doing and a faint smile appeared on her face: "This is interesting."

Lu Qing and Yan Daoxin both looked over immediately. Yan Daoxin was somewhat of a germaphobe, and even though she was standing a little further away, she still looked rather unpleasant at the sight before her. Although she didn't feel nauseous, her expression was still rather unpleasant.

Lu Qing's expression remained unchanged, though her brows were slightly furrowed.

Inside Jia Jun's stomach was a large mass of mixed food that emitted a sour, rotten smell, but had largely retained its original shape when it was swallowed.

Zhu Yu carefully poked at the things with the long-handled knife in his hand: "This Jia Jun has really bad eating habits, he wolfs down his food."

However, he died not long after consuming these things, before they even had a chance to turn into a paste.

But...is this...blood?

Lu Qing examined it carefully: "It's blood."

“That’s strange…” Zhu Yu’s brows furrowed even more. “There’s no rupture in the stomach, and the same goes for the pharynx. Where is this blood coming from…”

This time, Yan Daoxin did not respond; his gaze did not even fall on the suspected blood clots in Jia Jun's stomach.

It wasn't that he was so disgusted he couldn't bear to look, but rather that he noticed something else.

“His palms…” Yan Daoxin slowly unfolded Jia Hui’s half-curled hand with a stick, but then touched the blood and bits of flesh on his fingertips. “This isn’t right!”