“Third one on the left,” Qi Yue said.
Coffin Boy made a sound of understanding, curiously picking up that strange tool and handing it to Qi Yue, his eyes unwilling to miss a single movement of her hands.
Qi Yue’s mind replayed the suturing steps she had designed and practiced many times, her hands working efficiently.
Z-shaped vermillion border suturing… thin-side vermillion border transition incision… triangular vermillion border flap insertion…
Throughout this process, Coffin Boy either helped her pass surgical instruments or assisted Liu Pucheng with retraction and lip clamping, fully participating in the surgery. Except for momentary confusion when faced with various tools, everything else came naturally to him.
“Not bad, young man,” Qi Yue looked at him with some admiration.
“Dealing with dead people all day, naturally nothing scares me,” Hu San couldn’t help but mutter.
A’Ru glared at him, and Hu San sheepishly didn’t dare say more.
Coffin Boy seemed somewhat uncomfortable from her praise.
“Hey, I’d like you to be my assistant,” Qi Yue said, increasingly feeling this boy was very useful. Just this composure in the face of surgery would be a great help.
Liu Pucheng quickly coughed.
Coffin Boy’s briefly brightened eyes immediately dimmed again.
“Madam honors me too much. A lowly person like me wouldn’t dare,” he said flatly.
“How are you lowly?” Qi Yue said with wide eyes.
How lowly? The expressions of everyone in the room were complex. Did this even need to be said?
“But I’m serious,” Qi Yue said. “Young man, think it over.”
Coffin Boy smiled but said nothing.
Serious? These were the most false words in the world.
It was just for these corpses, wasn’t it? No need to flatter him like this – everyone was just taking what they needed.
Liu Pucheng and the others left quickly. Coffin Boy casually threw the money in a corner of the room, took out his own needle and thread, and went to the morgue again.
He stood before that corpse, pulled back the white cloth to expose the chest, picked up a knife to cut through the skin, then looked at the suture marks around the mouth and nose area and picked up needle and thread.
“This kind of suturing…” he recalled what he had just seen, murmuring to himself while his needle flew through the thread.
When she entered the house this time, it was just past the third watch. Qi Yue exhaled – if she kept to this schedule, she wouldn’t need to fabricate lies about midnight emergencies in the future.
Hearing the commotion from her entrance, Chang Yuncheng immediately stood up. Someone pushed through the door, but it was the maid A’Hao.
“The Young Madam is washing up. I came to get clothes,” she said with lowered head.
Chang Yuncheng hummed acknowledgment and sat down.
A’Hao kept her head down, hurriedly took clothes from the wardrobe beside them, and withdrew.
It seemed like a long time passed. Accompanied by the night-duty maids’ greetings outside, the door moved again, and Qi Yue entered with the steam from her recent bath.
“Ah, you’re not sleeping again,” she asked, shaking her hair.
Chang Yuncheng looked at her.
“Why did you come back so late?” he asked with a frown.
Qi Yue pursed her lips and was about to speak when she heard Chang Yuncheng cough.
“…You must be tired,” he added as a supplement.
Qi Yue looked up at him with an examining expression.
Chang Yuncheng felt uncomfortable under her gaze.
“What are you looking at?” he said gruffly.
Qi Yue smiled at him.
“This time it’s normal,” she nodded.
Chang Yuncheng realized what she meant, his anger flaring up. He reached out and grabbed Qi Yue as she swayed past him.
“Hey, what are you trying to do again? Can you blame new injuries on Young Master Fan too?” Qi Yue said.
As she said this, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Chang Yuncheng looked at this woman’s expression, and his pent-up frustration dissipated again.
“Lord, Young Madam, the late-night meal is here.”
The maid’s words from outside made the two separate.
Looking at the fragrant and appetizing clear porridge and side dishes, Qi Yue thanked Chang Yuncheng again.
Chang Yuncheng sat across from her without speaking.
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward and dull, so Qi Yue stopped talking too, and the two ate their porridge separately.
With women, you need to praise them, be considerate of them, constantly say “I know you’ve worked hard, I know you’ve been wronged,” regardless of whether they actually worked hard or were wronged – just saying it is never wrong.
Chang Yuncheng swallowed a mouthful of porridge.
“You were wronged before,” he said.