Ma Qiang and Fang Ming exchanged a glance, their faces filled with disbelief.
Is this child… really just a child?
They had long heard of the Yue Family’s fame, yet nobody mentioned that their son was such a prodigy.
Could it be that their line of work also had a familial legacy?
Cao Qi chuckled dryly, flattering, “Truly, a case of ‘like father, like son’.”
Yan Qiying’s lips curled slightly, showing not a hint of modesty, “It would be more accurate to say ‘the student outshines the master.'”
Upon being praised, Yan Sinian’s brow furrowed slightly, “Are you done over there?”
Yan Qiying immediately became serious, “Subconjunctival hemorrhage in the eye, petechiae under the skin of the neck, evidence of past bleeding in the wall of the external auditory canal, and distension of the jugular veins.”
Cao Qi lost his smile, “You mean, the child’s death really is suspicious?”
Yan Qiying nodded, “There’s no need for a deeper autopsy to guess that there must be bruising on the internal organs.”
Internal organ congestion, blood accumulation in the heart’s chambers, and frothy pulmonary edema are all characteristics of death by asphyxiation.
But there was no need to proceed to that step, they could already make a judgment through various signs.
This child, he was strangled to death by someone.
“Sigh, let her family give her a proper burial.”
Yan Qiying meticulously stitched up the incision; his hands were both fast and steady, and soon, no trace of the autopsy could be seen from the outside.
Respecting the deceased is the most basic moral principle.
After completing all this, Yan Qiying watched as his son removed the surgical blade from the scalpel and placed it in a bag for medical waste, and then he meticulously sterilized the remaining equipment before speaking.
“Let’s go, our task here is done.”
Yan Sinian hummed indifferently, his fingertips moved slightly, but his brow suddenly furrowed.
The Soul-Consoling Spell couldn’t soothe the soul?
Incorrect, had someone already cast the Soul-Consoling Spell in advance?
Are there really cultivators in this spiritually depleted world?
Yan Sinian’s young mind was filled with tremendous curiosity, yet it didn’t show on his expression.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Yan Qiying sensed something off about his son.
“It’s nothing, I just thought, since we’re already here, why not take a look and see what this wicked family looks like?”
Ma Qiang gave a wry smile; this was truly still a child, brimming with curiosity.
“You can’t tell much from the appearance of the Ma Jinbao family, especially the family head, Ma Zhuzi, who seems like a very honest person.”
Now that a conclusion had been reached, Cao Qi’s heart settled, and he took them to peer through the iron gate at a few members of the Ma Jinbao family.
Yan Sinian’s pupils constricted.
Indeed, something was amiss; each member of the family was wearing a Heart-Seeking Curse.
It seems that indeed, there are cultivators in this world, and previously he had been too narrow in his view.
Having reached this conclusion, Yan Sinian lost any further curiosity, reverting to his usual indifference.
“Let’s go, it’s better to return to the city early.”
Cao Qi insisted warmly, “Doctor Yan has traveled far, you can’t go back on an empty stomach, let’s have lunch together at noon.”
What’s called professionalism, this is professionalism!
How long had they been here before they had wrapped up the matter?
Yan Qiying smiled and declined, “This child always has things to do, he would rather be hungry than eat out.”
Yan Sinian didn’t even lift his eyebrows and emotionlessly took out a new pair of gloves to put on before getting ready to climb onto the donkey cart.
Seeing they couldn’t be persuaded to stay, Cao Qi didn’t press further, instructing Ma Qiang and another to get down to business.
“Now that Doctor Yan has reached a conclusion, find a way to break through each one and get a confession out of the Ma Jinbao family, to clarify who exactly killed the child.”
“Oh, and after the matter is settled, send someone to Daye Village, we also owe an explanation to the Yue Family.”
Yue Family? Yan Sinian’s ears twitched.
It shared the same surname as his little junior sister.
But in this world, there are plenty of people with the same name and surname; a single surname is not unusual.
He just wondered how his little junior sister was getting on, hoping she wouldn’t have to endure any hardships given her pampered nature.
Yan Sinian gazed into the distance, displaying a rare touch of tenderness.