Chapter 2 Adopted Daughter Lanxiang 2
Chapter 2 Adopted Daughter Lanxiang 2
Wei Lanxiang had a habit of picking up corpses from outside when she was very young.
At first, it was just animal carcasses—chickens, ducks, cats, dogs, whatever—and then they were dismembered with a thin piece of metal. It was horrifying to look at.
Later, she acquired more and more tools, and her knives became increasingly sharp. She even started going to mass graves at night to retrieve corpses.
Old Master Wei, at his age, had never heard of any child who liked to play with corpses.
Sometimes they would grope the corpses, and sometimes they would even dissect them!
Even Old Master Wei, who dealt in the dead, was terrified by the sight.
Old Master Wei had subtly reminded her that death is a serious matter, and disrespecting a corpse could easily incur divine retribution.
The person in question argued confidently, "They were left in a mass grave and would be eaten by wild animals in a couple of days. Perhaps they would rather be picked up by me than be devoured by wild animals."
That makes sense!
Old Master Wei thought about it and agreed. In any case, the bodies in the mass grave were all unclaimed, and Lanxiang would carefully sew up the bodies after each dissection, change them into new clothes, and bury them in a remote, desolate place.
Of course, if he hadn't strongly opposed burning the body, this girl would have wanted to cremate it and bury the ashes.
They really don't shy away from anything!
“This person still has a faint pulse and is not quite dead yet, so he cannot be considered a corpse.” The girl’s clear, cold voice reached Old Master Wei’s ears.
Wei Lanxiang looked up, revealing a fair and delicate face.
Despite being only fifteen years old, her eyes were like a deep pool, making it impossible to see through her emotions.
But soon, a hint of warmth appeared in those cool eyes.
“My godfather has returned. There was still hot water in the pot, and a bowl of porridge was warming up.”
Old Master Wei was deeply comforted. Although his adopted daughter didn't talk much, she was very filial to him.
He put down his things, went over and felt the man's pulse; there was indeed a faint beat.
Then look at this person lying face down on the wooden table. A large patch of hair on the back of his head has been shaved off, and herbal medicine has been applied to the wound.
He had some knowledge of pharmacology and would earn a little money by treating patients and prescribing medicine on a regular basis, but his adopted daughter's medical skills were superior to his.
Seeing him staring at the back of the injured man's head, Wei Lanxiang explained, "He only has one wound on the back of his head. Judging from the shape, the murder weapon should be a sharp and irregular stone."
If the killer had used just a little more force, he would have died instantly.
"So, he's still alive?"
"Not necessarily. He lost too much blood and was already in shock. Whether he survives depends on his physical condition and... luck."
Such an injury would be dangerous even in modern times, let alone in ancient times when there were no anti-inflammatory drugs or blood plasma.
Old Master Wei watched as she helped dress the naked man on the stage, and quickly pushed her away, saying, "Let me do it, let me do it!"
If it were a corpse, that would be fine, since it was a living person, and there's a difference between men and women.
I really don't know if this girl will ever be able to get married.
How could her future husband's family tolerate their wife being a dissection maniac?
Old Master Wei was extremely worried.
After dressing the man, Old Master Wei turned his face to take a look.
I must say, he's quite handsome.
If he can be saved, it would be better to keep him at home and let him be Lanxiang's adopted son.
With that thought in mind, Old Master Wei no longer felt bad about the new clothes he was given.
Although these clothes were made of the cheapest fabric, the girl was skilled at needlework, and each garment was made with fine stitches. If sold, they would fetch at least a hundred coins.
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