My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 140 A Girl in the Su Family Has a Strange Disease

Seeing that the orange cat is very obsessed with the female cat in the Su Mansion, Yang Jiu thought about giving it a little Yin Yang powder and teaching it how to use it, so that it might be able to embrace the beautiful cat.

Who would have thought that Su Qingcang would come back suddenly and invite him into the mansion for tea.

Although in the Great Wei Dynasty, the status of Zhenfusi was not as good as that of Dongchang, the commander of Jinyiwei was still very powerful.

"Lord Su, it's better to be respectful than obey your orders." Yang Jiu cupped his fists and laughed.

Su Qingcang laughed, stretched out his hand and said, "Master Yang, please."

The gate of the Su Mansion looks imposing, but after entering, it is elegant and not extravagant.

When he came to the main hall, Su Qingcang ordered someone to make the best tea.

When the servants heard this, they knew that Yang Jiu was a very important guest of Su Qingcang.

If it was an ordinary guest, Su Qingcang would say that the pot of tea is good.

If there is a guest with hatred, Su Qingcang will say to make a pot of tea.

The best tea is naturally used to entertain very important guests.

The orange cat didn't follow, maybe she went to find her beloved female cat.

Even if he entered Su's mansion, the possibility of Yang Jiu wanting to help Orange Cat was very slim.

"It's really gratifying to hear that Mr. Yang has been promoted to No. [-] corpse stitcher in Tianzi." Su Qingcang smiled calmly, and he couldn't see the turmoil in his heart at all.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "This is the upper limit of the corpse stitchers in Dongchang."

No. [-] Tianzi can enjoy the salary of a fourth-rank official in the imperial court. This is indeed the ceiling that a corpse stitcher can reach.

"Forgive me for asking, why did Master Yang become a corpse stitcher?" Su Qingcang saw that Yang Jiu was handsome and capable, even if he didn't stitch corpses, he could still earn a living in Chang'an City.

The court of the Wei Dynasty always attached great importance to sewing corpses, but the treatment of corpse sewing people was not in line with this emphasis.

Even the top corpse stitcher cannot win the respect of everyone.

To give a simple example, many families would rather marry their daughters to poor tenants than betroth them to a corpse maker.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Because of love."

love?

Su Qingcang laughed.

Just when someone came to bring tea, Su Qingcang raised his hand and said, "Master Yang, try it."

"It's really good tea." Yang Jiu took a sip, the taste was sweet and slightly bitter.

After swallowing, the fragrance of tea stays between the teeth and lingers for a long time.

Su Qingcang was very proud of this kind of good tea, even saints seldom drink it.

"Master, young lady..." A maid suddenly rushed in in a panic.

Even if there were guests, Su Qingcang didn't blame him, but said anxiously: "Say."

"... fainted." The maid's face was pale and she couldn't speak smoothly.

Su Qingcang stood up and said, "Master Yang, please have some tea first, I'll go back as soon as I go."

"Master Su, please go ahead." Yang Jiu also stood up.

Even if the master leaves temporarily for something, Yang Jiu can't run around.

"Meow..." The orange cat's cry came from the side door.

Yang Jiu drank the tea in the bowl and walked towards the side door.

The orange cat was squatting outside, its eyes gleaming.

"Daju, this is the Su Mansion, you can't wander around. I'll give you something nice later, and you'll get what you want." Yang Jiu patted Orange Cat's head.

The orange cat was very reluctant, but still nodded.

As soon as the orange cat left, Su Qingcang turned around.

"Master Yang, the little girl is unwell, please forgive me..." Su Qingcang's face was full of worry.

Yang Jiudao: "Lord Su, I also know some medical skills, may I let you feel Ling Ai's pulse?"

"This..." Su Qingcang hesitated.

Anyway, Yang Jiu is a corpse stitcher, he works with different corpses all day long, and his body is very evil, I'm afraid he will...

However, Su Qingcang knew that the late emperor was critically ill, and it was Yang Jiu who pulled the late emperor back from the gate of hell.

So many imperial doctors were helpless, but Yang Jiu had a way to save the late emperor's life. It can be seen that Yang Jiu's medical skills are indeed very good.

Yang Jiu could see that Su Qingcang was very embarrassed, and immediately smiled and said: "Master Su, I was the one to be abrupt, so I will not bother Mr. Su, and leave."

"Master Yang, my little girl has been suffering from a strange disease for more than three years. I have searched for famous doctors all over the world, but I can't cure her..." Su Qingcang decided to ask Yang Jiu to take a look.

The two walked and chatted.

Su Qingcang's beloved daughter suffers from a strange disease, which is that her eyes often bleed for no reason.

Sometimes it's just a little bit of blood, but sometimes it's continuous, like a jet, down the nose, which is very scary.

Sometimes blood spurts from the eyes multiple times a day.

Sometimes there is no bleeding for several months.

For such a strange disease, the imperial physicians were helpless, and so were the well-known doctors in the world.

Now that my beloved daughter is past the age of marriage, because of this strange disease, no one comes to propose marriage.

Otherwise, in his name, Su Qingcang, wouldn't there be too many people who want to marry him?
What's more, the beloved daughter has not recovered from her strange illness. Even if a well-known and right son is willing to marry, Su Qingcang is not willing to marry.

Only by keeping his beloved daughter by his side can he take good care of her when she gets sick.

While speaking, he came to a small courtyard with a single door.

There is a three-story pavilion in the small courtyard, and there are magnolia trees growing taller than the pavilion.

"This is the residence of the little girl Jinyun. Just like her mother, she likes magnolia flowers very much." Su Qingcang smiled, as long as he talked about his beloved daughter, his eyes were full of tenderness, and Jin Yiwei was completely gone. Commander's mighty domineering.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Magnolia flowers are really beautiful."

"Master Yang, please." Su Qingcang said as he opened the door and entered the courtyard.

Yang Jiu followed in, and when she looked up, she saw the orange cat hiding on a tall magnolia tree, staring at a room on the top floor with her sharp eyes.

The female cat that dared to love the orange cat was actually Su Jinyun's pet.

Su Jinyun likes to be quiet, so here, only her personal servant girl is serving her.

In addition, there is a snow-white cat.

The imperial physicians did not approve of letting Su Jinyun keep a cat, but seeing that Su Jinyun liked him so much, Su Qingcang chose to be satisfied.

The strange disease of bloody eyes, no one knows when it will take Su Jinyun's life.

Su Qingcang felt that making his beloved daughter happy was more important than anything else.

What's the point of letting her live in depression for a few more years?
Su Qingcang led the way and walked heavily to the third floor.

The orange cat on the magnolia tree saw Yang Jiu's figure and almost jumped over with excitement.

Yang Jiu waved his hand at it, telling him to calm down and do nothing wrong.

This shit shoveler is really good to my king.

The orange cat was so moved that his eyes filled with tears.

Entering the room, Su Qingcang asked the maid who was cleaning the table: "Where is Jin Yun?"

"Master, Miss just fell asleep." The maid replied respectfully.

Su Qingcang sighed, and said, "Master Yang, look at this..."

"Master Su, then I can come back another day." Yang Jiu didn't care, after all, it wasn't his daughter who was sick.

Su Qingcang thought that this was the only way to go, even when the time came, he might have to make a trip to invite Yang Jiu himself.

"Father..." A female voice like a silver bell suddenly came from the inner room.

The layout of the room is extremely simple, with different kinds of green plants placed wherever the sun can be seen.

Especially the pots of rare orchids on one side are even more pleasing to the eye.

But when the voice came, all these seemingly elegant arrangements seemed extremely vulgar.

The bead curtain swayed, and Su Jinyun, dressed in white, came out in slow steps.

Her bare feet are really like white clouds, clean and flawless.

In her arms, there is also a white cat.

That snow-white hair is like cotton candy.

What a beautiful cat.

No wonder the orange cat fell, and all abandoned the little bitch who was devoted to it.

"Jin Yun, this is Mr. Yang Jiuyang, the No. [-] corpse stitcher of Dongchang." Su Qingcang introduced with a smile.

Stitcher?
Su Jinyun was taken aback for a moment, why would father bring a corpse maker to see her?

But, as long as it's not a doctor, it's fine.

I heard that all the corpse sewers are very ugly and have disabilities, but the corpse sewer in front of him is already the No. [-] corpse sewer in Tianzi at a young age, and he looks so handsome, which is strange.

"Miss Su, may I feel your pulse?" Yang Jiu asked with a smile.

Su Jinyun's face darkened immediately, and he pouted, "It's a doctor again."

Really, Dad, it's fine to find those so-called famous doctors in the quack, but what's the point of finding a sewer?

Su Qingcang said: "Be obedient."

"Alright then." Su Jinyun raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his pale jade arms.

Yang Jiu stretched out her second finger, and lightly clasped the jade wrist.

Su Jinyun's pulse was a little weak, but it was normal.

"Master Yang, how are you?" Su Qingcang looked nervous.

Yang Jiudao: "Miss Su's pulse is normal, she doesn't look like someone who is sick."

"But Jinyun..." Su Qingcang's heart aches as long as he thinks of Su Jinyun's eyes bleeding from time to time.

If outsiders saw that scene, they would definitely be scared to death.

"Father, you asked a corpse stitcher to treat me, but you dislike me..." Su Jinyun knew that if he spoke too harshly, it would definitely hurt his father's self-esteem.

Fortunately, Yang Jiu is good-looking, otherwise, she would never let a corpse seamer give her a pulse.

Su Qingcang said coldly: "Don't be rude."

Su Jinyun stuck out her tongue, went to sit at the table, picked up a piece of snack and put it to her mouth.

"Miss Su, I hope you can answer my question truthfully." Yang Jiu probably has the answer in his heart, but he needs to ask a few more questions to confirm his guess.

Su Jinyun said: "Excuse me, my lord. Jinyun will know everything and say everything."

When seeing a doctor, what is needed most is the patient's cooperation.

Yang Jiu nodded, and asked seriously: "Miss, do you have regular periods?"

"Father..." Su Jinyun's pretty face immediately turned red, and she looked at Su Qingcang coquettishly.

Su Qingcang also had a hot face, his daughter had grown up, and his father was listening to this, so it was indecent, so he said: "Jin Yun, answer Master Yang's question honestly."

After finishing speaking, Su Qingcang turned around and walked out of the room, waiting outside.

Su Jinyun turned her head to one side, her red face was very attractive.

"Forget it." Her voice was inaudible.

Yang Jiu asked again: "What about the amount?"

"Master Yang, you..." Su Jinyun was so ashamed that he suddenly raised his head and stared at Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Miss Su, in my eyes, you are just a patient."

"Also...it's okay." Su Jinyun lowered his head again.

Yang Jiu said: "Miss Su, in order to recover as soon as possible, I hope you can tell the truth."

"I'm telling the truth." Su Jinyun said.

Yang Jiu smiled and said: "Actually, your menstruation is not regular at all, it can come at any time at the beginning of the month, the middle of the month, and the end of the month. Sometimes it can come twice a month, and sometimes it takes several months." I haven’t seen it once, as for the amount, I guess it will be very little when your eyes are bleeding a lot.”

"You, how do you know?" Su Jinyun raised his head again, his eyes full of doubts.

She even suspected that Yang Jiuyou had been secretly spying on her.

Even her maidservant didn't know about these things.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "It seems I'm right."

"You..." Su Jinyun was speechless.

Yang Jiu clasped her fists in salute, and said, "Miss Su, take a good rest and take my leave."

"Hmph." Su Jinyun turned his head away, not even looking at Yang Jiu.

But after Yang Jiu left, she just turned around and stared at the door in a daze.

The white cat in his arms slept soundly.

"Master Yang, how are you?" Su Qingcang asked hurriedly when he saw Yang Jiu coming out from the door.

Yang Jiudao: "Master Su, there is nothing serious about your daughter's body. The bleeding in the eyes is all due to the disease of yin deficiency and fire. I will prescribe a prescription and take the medicine on time. It should be cured."

"Lord Yang, are you serious?" Su Qingcang was quite excited.

So many doctors have been asked to show it to Su Jinyun, but no doctor has ever said so swearingly that he can cure Su Jinyun's strange disease.

If Yang Jiu can really cure this strange disease, Su Qingcang is even willing to betroth his beloved daughter to Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "Really."

Su Qingcang's hanging heart fell to the ground, he took Yang Jiu back to the main hall, and found pen and ink.

Yang Jiu's calligraphy is pretty good.

But Su Qingcang didn't care to appreciate the words, but read: "Danggui, Shengdi, Jiushao, Bupleurum, Coptidis, Anemarrhena, Arborvitae, peach kernel, safflower..."

What Yang Jiu wrote is the most common medicine.

Combining these medicines can really cure Jin Yun's strange disease?

Su Qingcang was skeptical, and immediately ordered someone to take the medicine according to the prescription.

It never hurts to try.

"Master Su, then I will take my leave first." Yang Jiu clasped his fists and smiled.

Su Qingcang said: "Master Yang, I will definitely come to the door to thank you someday."

After personally sending Yang Jiu to the gate of the mansion, Su Qingcang turned around.

Not far away, Yang Jiu saw the orange cat appearing on the wall in front of him.

Yang Jiu failed to bring the little white cat out, which hurt the orange cat very much, and the eyes looking at Yang Jiu were full of resentment.

"Daju, come down, I'll give you something nice, and you'll be able to hug the beautiful cat home." Yang Jiu waved at the orange cat.

The orange cat jumped off the wall and squatted in front of Yang Jiu.

Yang Jiu took out a small amount of Yin Yang Powder, wrapped it in paper, and said, "Let that little beautiful cat eat it."

The orange cat was dubious, jumped on the wall with the paper bag in its mouth and returned to the Su residence.

Yang Jiu walked slowly back to the corpse shop.

Xiao Xuanzi was waiting in front of the corpse shop, running around anxiously.

"Brother Jiu, you're back." Yang Jiu wasn't in the body sewing shop, nor was he in the hot pot restaurant, Xiao Xuanzi really didn't know where to find someone.

Yang Jiu asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

"This is an urgent letter from His Royal Highness King Qin." Xiao Xuanzi handed the letter to Yang Jiu.

After suppressing Murong Ba's rebellion, Xue Xue had already returned to court.

But Li Xinghe still stayed in Shu.

Murong Ba's remnants are still fighting stubbornly, and the local people need to be appeased.

Far away from Chang'an, Li Xinghe lived a happy life.

However, not long ago, some villagers found a dead body by the river.

The corpse had been chopped up to the waist and had run away to rot.

When the corpse stitcher was sewing the corpse that night, he was killed by the corpse.

Originally there was only one corpse, Li Xinghe thought about sending the corpse to Chang'an, so as not to let the innocent corpse maker take risks.

Unexpectedly, in the early morning of the next day, there were densely packed corpses by the river.

All the corpses were chopped up to the waist, and even experienced soldiers felt their scalps tingle when they saw this scene.

To transport so many corpses requires a lot of manpower and material resources.

Li Xinghe thought it would be the least expensive to call Yang Jiu over.

"Ninth brother, the Governor asked you to choose anyone you want, and you will set off today." Xiao Xuanzi added.

Yang Jiu sighed, and could only let the corpse beauty in the Xuanzi shop be lonely for a while longer.

Yang Jiu was very interested in what Li Xinghe said in the letter.

Those corpses were most likely chopped up by Murong Ba and thrown into the river.

But before even Murong Ba ordered the corpses to be sewn up, would Murong Ba really throw so many beheaded corpses into the river without seams?
If you want to know the truth, you can know by sewing a corpse in the past.

Yang Jiu came to the hot pot restaurant, talked to Gan Sisi and others, then called Guo Qiniang and other corpse-seamers, and rode a fast horse straight to Shu.

In a few days, I arrived in Chengdu.

In the government office, Li Xinghe had a headache when faced with a mountain of official documents.

Now he only governs Shu, and there are endless trivial matters to deal with.

He couldn't help but think about how busy his father was every day when he was emperor?
But the person sitting on the dragon chair now is Empress Wu Wu Sanyue.

Even the country name of Great Wei was changed to Xia by that woman.

However, the common people in this world don't seem to care about it.

In fact, what the people care about is always whether they can have enough food and live a good life.

Who is sitting on the dragon chair, and what does it matter to them?
Now the people all over the world know that Wu Sanyue wants to implement the New Deal.

The foundation of the New Deal is to lighten the burden on all people and let all people live a better life.

Li Xinghe didn't care either.

Knowing that Yang Jiu and the others had arrived, he put down his pen and walked out of the room with a stretched waist.

Yang Jiu and the others have already arrived in the yard.

"Your Highness, where is the corpse?" Yang Jiu wanted to see the corpse first.

Li Xinghe said: "By the river."

riverside?

Faced with Yang Jiu's doubts, Li Xinghe told the truth.

It's not that it's too troublesome to transport so many corpses, but that except for the first corpse, the corpses that crawled ashore later seem to be growing on the ground and cannot be moved.

In order not to cause panic among the people, Li Xinghe blocked the news.

By the river, shacks for sewing corpses have been set up.

In each shed was a dead body.

The corpse that could be moved was also sent to the riverside by Li Xinghe's order. It always felt unsafe to stay in the government office.

When they came to the river and saw those huts, all the sewers were shocked.

"Master, how many corpses are there?" Guo Qiniang was horrified.

Li Xinghe said: "Currently, there are 320 corpses, but because new corpses will climb ashore every night, the number keeps changing."

"There are so many corpses, how can we sew them?" Bai Xiaopang's ugly face became more and more ferocious.

Even if there is a change in the corpse, it is difficult to see it in the daytime.

Just after noon, Li Xinghe asked everyone to go back to the city for dinner, rest well, and see if they need to sew up the corpse after nightfall.

All the sewers came all the way from Chang'an, and they were exhausted. In Li Xinghe's opinion, it is best to rest for a few days before sewing the body.

Li Xinghe prepared very rich meals.

After the corpse maker had eaten, he was taken into the government office's room to rest.

"Brother Yang, what do you think about this matter?" Li Xinghe left Yang Jiu behind, his voice heavy.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "I won't know until I read it tonight."

"I saw it a few nights ago, those corpses were clearly cut in half, but they were still able to crawl out of the river with their hands and feet..." Li Xinghe thought about the scene and felt horrible.

Li Xinghe poured a bowl of wine and said, "The weirdest thing is that when they go ashore, they will remain motionless, unable to even lift them up."

Yang Jiu held the wine bowl, hoping that the night would come soon.

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