Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 603 Compassion

After a light rebuke, the child coroner bowed to Song Ying with an apologetic look on his face, "Please forgive me, Doctor Song. My daughter has been raised at home since she was young and rarely sees outsiders."

"No problem." Song Ying smiled lightly, skipping the pleasantries before getting straight to business. "I've come to you this time because I have some questions to ask you. The Neijing says that the brain is the sea of marrow, and its supply is located in the upper part of the diaphragm and in the lower part of the Fengfu, but it doesn't elaborate on its location. Sir, you've been doing research for years, have you ever seen marrow exposed outside the sea?"

The child coroner paused, and the tea lid in his hand slammed against the rim of the cup.

He glanced at the copper coins hanging under the eaves to ward off evil spirits, and after confirming that there was no wind, he said, "Doctor Song, aren't you afraid of offending the gods?"

Song Ying was naturally afraid of ghosts and gods, but she had never killed anyone, so she was not afraid of ghosts looking for her.

Oh, that doesn’t seem right. The three robbers a few years ago were arrested and imprisoned because of them, and a lot of people died later.

However, they were three vicious murderers, and she was just getting rid of them for the people!

She said righteously, "Doctors study the principles of life and death, so why would they talk about conflict?"

The child coroner raised his eyebrows in admiration. He had been dealing with corpses for many years and was afraid when he was young. But after experiencing more, he realized that what was scary was not the corpses or ghosts, but the human heart.

No matter how skilled Doctor Xiao Song is in medicine, she is just a girl of fifteen or sixteen, yet she can see through things like this!

He fumbled around and pulled out a volume of Xiyuanlu from under the table. He expertly flipped to the section titled "Examination of the Skull" and handed it over. "If you're interested, you might want to take a look at this section. According to Song Cigong, the skull bone is three centimeters thick, and the inside of the skull has concave and convex patterns like tree shadows. This is what you doctors call the sea of marrow. We coroners describe it as a beehive."

Song Ying took the book and saw that it said that people have 365 festivals, and a year has 365 days...

Skull bones: Men have eight skull bones, extending from the top of the head to the ears and back of the head (people in Caizhou have nine). There's a horizontal seam at the back of the head that runs straight down to the hairline, and another straight seam. Women have only six skull bones, with a horizontal seam at the back of the head that runs straight down to the hairline, and no seams...

"Are there different numbers of skulls between men and women?" She looked at the child coroner suspiciously. "Don't we doctors feel differently from our perspectives?"

The child coroner scratched his head. "Well, I can't really say. It depends on how you count. Women's skulls are more rounded, so it's hard to tell how many pieces there are in some places."

Song Ying blinked, "Have you never disassembled the head?"

The child coroner suddenly looked up and looked at her in shock. How could this girl be more daring than a coroner like him? She actually thought of dissecting a person's head!

"We coroners perform autopsies to determine if there's any injustice. According to the Daqian Code, destroying a corpse without reason is punishable by beating."

Song Ying coughed lightly and said, "I'm just a little curious, hehe."

"This isn't something you can be curious about," the child coroner said sternly. "Your body and hair are inherited from your parents. Unless you've encountered a murder victim and need to investigate the case, we coroners are not allowed to perform a private autopsy."

"I understand." Song Ying responded, but he was very disappointed in his heart.

The coroner has never really looked inside the head, so their so-called knowledge and experience cannot be guaranteed to be accurate.

No wonder the "Inner Canon of Medicine" says that the brain is the home of the soul, but it did not leave behind even a detailed diagram.

What should I do? If I can't see inside the head with my own eyes, then all my statements are just speculations.

After thinking for a moment, she continued, "Sir, if you come across a deceased person with a broken head, could you please let me know so I can take a look?"

Child coroner: “…”

Girls nowadays are so brave that they actually want to see such a tragic and disgusting scene!

Although he was shocked, he still agreed.

This was just a small matter to him, as long as she didn't find it disgusting.

Song Ying stood up and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

The child coroner suddenly coughed lightly and said, "Doctor Xiao Song, wait a minute. I have an unwelcome request, and I hope you can agree to it."

"Sir, it doesn't matter."

The child coroner glanced at his daughter, his eyes full of pity, "In our profession, everyone is very taboo. You must have seen it when you came here. The neighbors are very taboo about me. It's considered unlucky to pass by their door.

My daughter has never had a playmate since she was little. She can only stay at home every day, with these flowers and plants. I see that you don't mind this. Can you interact with her more often and be friends with her in the future?"

Hearing this, Tong Yunshu's eyes lit up and he looked at Song Ying expectantly.

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but be moved by his fatherly heart. "Of course I'm willing, but I'm busy from morning till night every day in the clinic, so I'm afraid I don't have much free time."

Tong Yunshu's bright eyes dimmed.

Song Ying felt a little reluctant and added quickly, "Miss Tong, if you don't mind, you can come to our clinic. The neighbors there are friendly and it's much more lively than here."

After a pause, he continued, "The clinic is indeed busy right now. It will be quiet in the twelfth and first lunar months. If Miss Tong is free then, we can get together more often."

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow!" Tong Yunshu's eyes lit up again and he blurted out.

This straightforward answer made Song Ying stunned again, and then he laughed. With this kind of personality, he is easy to get along with.

"Then I'll wait for you at the clinic tomorrow." Song Ying smiled lightly and bowed to say goodbye. The copper coins under the eaves swayed gently in the evening breeze, making crisp sounds.

The next day, Tong Yunshu came early as expected.

She tilted her head and said playfully, "Doctor Xiao Song, I'm here."

Song Ying smiled and said, "No need to be so formal. My name is Song Ying, and my nickname is Lingwei. You can just call me Lingwei."

She got a little excited when she said this. "Zi" was a name used by people of the same generation to address each other, but she usually interacted with mostly older men and women. This was the first time she had officially used "Zi" since it was invented.

Tong Yunshu was surprised for a moment, then followed suit, "Sister Lingwei."

Song Ying pulled her in and pointed at Yuan Shan, who was craning her neck to look outside, and said, "This is Yuan Shan, the medicine boy who dispenses medicine in our clinic."

Then he introduced Yuan Shan: "This is Sister Yunshu, a new friend I met yesterday. She came to visit our clinic."

Yuan Shan opened her mouth in surprise. Hadn't Song Ying been at the clinic all day yesterday? Where did she meet friends?

Also, which kind person would like to come to the clinic for a visit if he has nothing to do?

Hey, wait, Song Ying went to see the coroner last evening, so this girl...

She looked at Tong Yunshu and suddenly felt a sense of fear in her heart.

Tong Yunshu was so curious that she didn't notice her expression. Song Ying took her to the clinic and introduced her to Doctor Ma and Doctor Lin.

Doctor Ma never cared about these little things, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with coming to the clinic to play. After all, the girls from Xinghua Village used to come to the clinic often to talk to his nephew.

He just politely told Tong Yunshu not to be so formal and to just treat him like his own home.

Doctor Lin frowned slightly and asked, "Miss Tong, may I know what your father's and mother's names are?"