Not dead yet

  The mortuary is very large and spacious, with two windows on each of the four sides, and a large skylight on the roof, looking simple but dignified.

  Overall, the design of this morgue is quite good, with excellent lighting and ventilation effects, and no heavy indoor humidity. When entering the morgue, there is no gloomy feeling, nor can you smell the stench of rotting corpses.

  Feng Qingchu nodded in satisfaction. Ancient people were much smarter than modern people, which can be seen from the construction of this morgue.

  No high-tech stuff at all, completely utilizing natural environment, yet ensuring cleanliness and tidiness inside.

  Walking into the morgue, looking at the rows of corpses with strange and cruel deaths in the distance, Feng Qingchen didn't even frown.

  She is not a flower that was raised in a greenhouse, she is a battlefield doctor who has experienced the flames of war, and has seen even more dire situations.

  Those bodies soaked in formalin, all sorts of grotesque shapes, she really hadn't seen a few.

  No choice, she has an older male colleague who is a forensic doctor. During free time, she always gets dragged by her older male colleague to help out.

  She spent much more time with wounded people and corpses than ordinary people did.

  Silently, she bowed three times in the direction of the corpse, showing respect for the deceased. Without needing an official to lead her, Feng Qingchen herself found her way to the side of her maid's body.

  The corpse was covered with a white cloth, only the back of the hand was exposed, and there were dark spots on the back of the hand, with small wounds in some places, which looked gloomy and terrifying at this time.

  Feng Qingxue let out a soft sigh, and her anger towards the maid's betrayal completely dissipated.

  When men die, their debts are paid!

  She's arguing with a dead man, this little girl is just being used by others.

  Damn it's the person who is using this maid!

  "Does she have any belongings?" asked Feng Qingchen to the officer beside him.

  She came to collect the body just wanting to find some clues from this little servant girl's hands.

  "No, when this maid was picked up by someone, hmm..."

  "Has she been violated?" Feng Qingchen's expression changed as he lifted the white cloth covering the corpse.

  Phoenix gently inhaled deeply...

  Her entire body was covered in bruises, with purple marks all over her. The man's fingerprints were visible everywhere on her, and the lower half of her body was even more unbearable, having been violated before death.

  The fingerprints on her body can confirm that it was not just one person. Looking at her face, although swollen like a bun, but the terror and pain before she died can be seen.

  Eyes wide open, staring blankly upwards, as if dead and unblinking.

  Bastard!

  That's too much.

  Feng Qingchen clenched her fists tightly, gazing at the miserable corpse of Wanyin.

  Is he warning her?

  Is this going to be her fate?

  It's too much to warn in this way.

  The official looked at Feng Qing with a look of being in a trance, thinking that she was frightened, and hurriedly shouted: "Miss Feng? Miss Feng?"

  Feng Qingchen regained her composure and hastily shook her head: "I'm fine."

  As soon as the words fell, he was about to walk out, but at this moment, he didn't know if he was too careless or what, Feng Qingchen's legs softened and his whole body actually fell towards the corpse beside Wan Yin.

  "Ah..."

  Feng Qing's voice let out a sharp cry as she struggled to maintain her balance, but it was too late. She had already fallen sideways onto the corpse beside her!

  A loud "thud" sounded, and Feng Qingchen fell to the ground, beneath her was a small, soft corpse.

  "Huh? Warm? The corpse still has a temperature?" Feng Qingchen was motionless, her ear carefully pressed against the heart.

  Very faint, but there is a heartbeat sound.

  Feng Qingchen's face lit up with joy, she knew this person was definitely not dead.

  Feng Qingchen was just about to activate the smart medical pack on his left hand to examine what was going on with this "corpse" when the morgue door suddenly opened.

  A noble young master walked in accompanied by an official attendant.

  As soon as he arrived, he saw Feng Qingchen's hands wandering on the "corpse". The noble young master who was walking in front changed his face and shouted loudly:

  "How dare you desecrate my brother's corpse! Let go of your hand at once!"

  The man who spoke was named Su Wenqing, the eldest son of the Su family, and also a relative of the deceased.

  As soon as the official heard this, he immediately came to his senses and was about to go forward and open the curtain. But Feng Qingchen suddenly glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes and shouted loudly:

  "Get out! Do you want to kill him?"

  The official stopped in his tracks, and Su Wenqing, who had originally rushed forward, also stopped, trembling as he asked:

  "Sister, young lady, what are you saying? My brother he..."

  Su Wenqing couldn't believe what she was hearing.

  Aren't you dead?

  Are you really not dead?

  Su Wenqing was also a young master of a large family, let alone Feng Qingchen, who dressed like this, even friends with similar status as him didn't dare speak to him in such a tone, but somehow they did.

  Su Wenqing stopped in her tracks and stood aside to watch, Feng Qingchen's words had a convincing power that was inexplicable.

  "Not dead, now get out of the way and don't bother me." Feng Qingchen didn't even turn his head, carefully examining the "corpse" in front of him.

  The smart medical package concluded that there was a foreign body in the airway, vital signs were weak, and emergency rescue was required.

  In modern times, just having surgery would be fine, but now...

  She can also perform this surgery, but will the people here let her?

  The servant beside him heard Feng Qingchen's words, his face looked very unsightly, shouting loudly: "Which family's girl is this? Young Master Su has no breath and can be confirmed dead."

  Feng Qingchen's words were a provocation to Ou Zhi, who was naturally dissatisfied!

  The words of Yu Zuo awakened Su Wenqing. He asked the official beside him, "How could he believe a girl?"

  The official cautiously stepped forward and humbly said, "Young Master Su, this is Miss Feng Qingchen. She has come to claim the body; her maid was involved in an accident."

  "Feng Qingchen, the former Princess of Luowang, appeared at the city gate on her wedding day with disheveled clothes. Is she the Feng Qingchen who slaughtered her way into the imperial palace?" As soon as Su Wenqing heard this, his face turned very unsightly.

  He was really foolish, actually believing what the woman said and thinking that his brother wasn't dead.

  Feng Qingchen heard the faint disdain in Su Wenqing's gentle tone and retorted rudely:

  "Is that so, Duke Su? I am indeed Feng Qingchen, but there are two things you got wrong. Firstly, I'm not the former Princess of Luo Wang, and secondly, I didn't kill my way into the imperial palace."

  "I don't care who you are, get out of here right now and stay away from my brother's body. I don't want to see a filthy woman like you touching him!"

  Su Wenqing gritted her teeth and stepped forward, ready to pull open Feng Qingchen.

  In his eyes, an unclean woman, filthy and dirty, he absolutely would not allow this woman to touch his younger brother.

  Feng Qingchen was thinking about a treatment plan other than surgery, when suddenly he was pulled open by Su Wenqing and fell to the ground.

  Looking up at Su Wenqing's face full of anger and disdain, Feng Qingchen was so angry that she wanted to kill someone.

  He who is unclean himself, makes his whole family unclean!

  She is innocent and has nothing to do with others, she is not a source of infection.

  Su Wenqing was glared at by Feng Qingchen, and his face turned slightly pale. He shouted loudly: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and throw this unchaste woman out! Who allowed her to approach my brother?"

  "Yes. Yes." The officer stepped forward, ready to drag Feng Qingchen away.

  Feng Qingchen, a helpless and dependent former official's daughter, compared to the young master of the Su family, is naturally less important than the young master of the Su family. With this discerning eye, officials still have some use, otherwise how can they get by?

  Above the morgue, Xiling Tiankuang and the man in black with a silver face were both watching this scene.

  The former raised a corner of his mouth in a mocking smile. Feng Qingchen, this world is not one where you can survive just because you want to.

  However, with this palace protecting you, you can live a very good life.

  As for the latter, he was expressionless, what did Feng Qingchen have to do with him?