Young Madam Qi’s spirits remained as vibrant as ever—no, she looked even more radiant than she had the past few days, clearly having suffered no reprimand whatsoever.
No wonder she had someone come to say they could prepare for surgery and ask for Coffin Boy to come.
“Master, seeing you in person finally puts me completely at ease…” Hu San said, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
Qi Yue laughed heartily.
Coffin Boy stood to the side, completely dumbfounded.
He had been guarding the morgue since childhood, seeing countless extraordinary things among the dead and living, thinking there was nothing left in this world that could move him.
He never expected to witness such things so quickly, twice even, and from the same person.
A woman with skills superior to his own, and this woman was beautiful, and this beautiful woman treated men in ways that other women would consider blasphemous.
But her manner of treatment appeared so natural and proper in the eyes of others, without the slightest impropriety.
Just who was she?
“Young Madam, you’ve come.” Liu Pucheng hurried out, his sleeves still rolled up, clearly having been treating patients. He spoke excitedly, the weight on his heart finally lifting.
Young Madam!
Coffin Boy’s eyes widened again.
The Young Madam of the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion!
Oh! That one! Who could perform surgery by opening up the abdomen! Who could make Wang Qingchun crawl all over the ground in defeat! That Young Madam!
So it was her!
“You recognize me?” Qi Yue laughed, “I’ve known about you for a long time too.”
Sitting in Liu Pucheng’s room, Coffin Boy’s initial awkwardness had either dissipated or been hidden away. Hearing this, he smiled.
He had said before that knowing him wasn’t anything special—not knowing him would be what’s strange.
Qi Yue naturally understood his meaning.
“Oh no, not that kind of knowing. That kind of knowing I really don’t know…” she laughed.
Coffin Boy smiled again. This woman’s way of speaking was truly… interesting.
Qi Yue also laughed.
“I sound like I’m speaking in tongue twisters.” She laughed, then continued, “You went to the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion before, remember?”
Coffin Boy paused. He remembered.
“That maid’s matter.” Qi Yue said.
Coffin Boy coughed lightly.
“So when I saw you at the morgue, I was so delighted.” Qi Yue said.
Delighted? Coffin Boy was stunned. This word…
“Listen, I know of someone who was very capable. He was a judicial officer, very skilled at investigating cases. To sum it up in one sentence, he could make dead people speak.” Qi Yue said with great enthusiasm, “He was proficient in anatomy and pathology, valued crime scene investigation, and through autopsy, he believed in listening only to heaven and not to conventional wisdom. He overturned countless wrongful cases. He also wrote a forensic treatise called the Washing Away of Wrongs… So when I heard you were specifically requested that day, and the Prince said you were skilled at this kind of diagnosis, I immediately thought of him…”
The more Qi Yue spoke, the brighter her eyes became, and Coffin Boy’s eyes gradually lit up too, from his initial polite smile.
Autopsy? Making dead people speak? Washing Away of Wrongs?
These half-understood terms sounded so stirring to the heart!
Coffin Boy couldn’t help but stand up.
“Young Madam, please, please introduce me to this person.” He bowed deeply, his voice trembling with excitement. “I would be willing to serve under him as slave or servant, forever grateful.”
Qi Yue was startled and laughed awkwardly.
Where could she introduce him…
“Well… I can’t see this person anymore either.” She had to say.
Coffin Boy was very surprised and puzzled. Liu Pucheng on the side, however, understood.
This woman’s miraculous medical skills and techniques, medicines that could only be possessed by immortals, everything came from the vaguely mentioned master or masters she spoke of.
So this person she claimed to know was also a sage like the masters she mentioned.
What a pity, had such a sage withdrawn from the world?
Coffin Boy’s interest was piqued, and he persistently inquired about this sage. Unfortunately, Qi Yue hadn’t studied forensic medicine and didn’t know much about investigative methods. Apart from fragments she’d seen on television, she couldn’t explain much more.
Even these few fragments had Coffin Boy, Liu Pucheng, and the others listening with rapt attention.
“Dead people don’t lie, dead people don’t lie, so that’s how it is.” Liu Pucheng murmured repeatedly.
“Master, is it really true? If a living person is killed by a knife, the flesh around the wound contracts, but if they’re cut after death, the flesh remains unchanged?” Hu San asked curiously.
Qi Yue didn’t answer, but Coffin Boy nodded.
“That’s right, exactly so, and there’s no blood flow, the color is white…” he said seriously, his eyes shining with excitement.
He knew this too, he knew this too. How honored he was that he thought the same as that sage.
Qi Yue chuckled, then suddenly noticed the water clock and reacted.