There is a god in the sky

Chapter 3 Adopted Daughter Lanxiang 3

By the time the patient was dressed, it was already daylight.

Old Master Wei yawned, and then he heard his daughter suddenly say, "Godfather, the child being buried tonight didn't drown."

He shuddered, his drowsiness vanishing instantly.

This girl has a knack for autopsies; she's been right about several of them.

He asked in surprise, "Not drowned? Then how did they die? The Ding family is the richest family in our Qingmu County."

Wei Lanxiang didn't speak, but judging from her expression, Old Master Wei understood that this matter was not over.

The father and daughter were just ordinary people; even if they knew the truth, they wouldn't report it to the authorities.

He turned to look at his daughter and said, "Lanlan, do you want to be a coroner when you grow up?"

Did the Da Xi Dynasty have female coroners?

In her previous life, Wei Lanxiang was a forensic doctor who had worked for many years and was highly experienced.

She died in a car accident, never expecting that she would travel to this dynasty that was not recorded in history after her death.

She has memories from birth, including her parents and family in this life, her neighbors in Guli Town, and the devastating disaster.

All of the town's more than 5,000 residents died; only she and a few children survived.

Nowadays, Guli Town no longer exists.

“I’ve never heard of that, but coroners are considered lowly, and you’re a woman. If you become a coroner, I’m afraid…”

I'm afraid she'll never be able to get married.

"We'll see," Wei Lanxiang said, not pressuring him.

She enjoys performing autopsies and doesn't want to forget everything she learned in her past life.

Moreover, it is safer to be in contact with a corpse than with a person, as a corpse will not harm you.

The sun was rising, but its warmth was no match for Wei Lanxiang's cold heart.

Old Master Wei told her to rest early, then yawned and went to the kitchen to drink porridge.

"Hmm..." The man on the wooden table let out a soft hum.

Seeing him raise his hand to touch the back of his head, Wei Lanxiang calmly said, "You'd better not touch the wound, otherwise you'll bleed so badly that even a god couldn't save you."

The man paused, then turned his head with difficulty, opening his eyes slightly to stare intently at Wei Lanxiang.

Wei Lanxiang didn't look at him; she kept her head down, tidying up her toolbox.

Over the years, she has gradually collected all the dissection tools, and this set of tools alone is quite expensive.

"Who...are you?" the man asked weakly.

"I picked you up from a mass grave. You're not dead yet, but I don't know how many days you'll live."

Wei Lanxiang didn't want to talk to someone who was about to die, so she said, "Take good care of your injuries. If you're still alive tomorrow, I'll tell you my name."

Otherwise, she wouldn't need to waste her breath on a corpse.

Wei Lanxiang didn't sleep all night. She went to the yard and practiced a set of boxing moves. She didn't feel very sleepy.

For the past ten years, she has been plagued by nightmares every night. Even when she falls asleep, she cannot rest easy. Sometimes she simply works all night and only goes to sleep when she is extremely tired.

After finishing her boxing practice, she watered the vegetable seedlings.

Growing vegetables wasn't her forte, so these few rows of vegetables were barely alive after she planted them.

Old Master Wei was not a diligent person. Apart from drawing talismans and performing rituals, his greatest hobbies were fishing and drinking.

This house was bought by Old Master Wei with all his savings. Over the past ten years, it has been repaired and patched up, and it is only enough to keep out the wind and rain.

But Wei Lanxiang was already very content; otherwise, a five-year-old girl would most likely have been abducted by human traffickers and sold into a brothel.

The children who escaped together back then, no one knows whether they are alive or dead, or where they are.

She herself was in a daze for a month before she recovered, let alone those poor children.