"Dead?"

When Dr. Ling heard Zhong Tianzheng say this, he probably knew it.

After he finished smoking a cigarette, Dr. Ling applied for an extra hour to rest, specifically assisting Zhong Tianzheng in asking about this matter clearly.

"This is my medical record."

Dr. Ling opened his own small notebook to the designated page and placed it in front of Zhong Tianzheng: "This is my habit. There was no abnormality when I treated him."

"I want to talk about wounds."

Zhong Tianzheng was straight to the point and had no nonsense. He couldn't understand this book for him.

"you say."

Dr. Ling made a gesture of asking for help.

This gesture shows that he is of high quality, which fully demonstrates why he has always been so popular in the hospital.

It is far from enough to have a handsome face.

The first thing Zhong Tianzheng needs to confirm now is that Yao Weiqiang's injury that night was someone else or really himself.

"According to his description of our police, he said that the wound was accidentally brought up by him. What do you think?"

"impossible."

Dr. Ling opposed this statement with certainty, opened the drawer and took out the paper and pen, and held the pen and slid it quickly with his fingers.

Soon, a lifelike wound appeared before my eyes.

“How to say it?”

Zhong Tianzheng looked at Dr. Ling more.

I didn't expect that he was so skillful and had a good painting skills.

"This is his wound condition at that time."

Dr. Ling bent over and put it on the tip of the pen to mark the wound: "The pattern I drew was what I saw at that time. The wound on his neck was very neat, and the depth of the wound from left to right was exactly the same. I could roughly peek out. Those who use the knife must have very skilled techniques, and they were simply done in one go."

"No accident will cause such a perfect wound. This wound is like I had surgery. One cut is to ensure that the cut sections must be consistent." Dr. Ling said this and paused for a moment: "So, he should have been hurt by others. Moreover, the person who hurt him is definitely a veteran who uses knife. The depth of the wound is also well maintained, which is comparable to mine."

Finally, he added: "Of course, such exquisite swordsmanship is impossible without hundreds of practices."

"Um."

Zhong Tian was looking at the wound and his eyes couldn't help but squint.

Although Dr. Ling has not made any explanation, through his description, Zhong Tianzheng could roughly imagine what the means to hurt Yao Weiqiang.

An experienced knife hand injured Yao Weiqiang in the suburbs of the wilderness, but for some reason, the knife hand did not choose to kill Yao Weiqiang and left the crime scene instead.

This can be judged from the depth of the wound.

It was only a slight difference from the major artery, which was enough to show how good his knife skills were.

But that's it.

Since he chose to take action, why did he choose to preserve Yao Weiqiang's life?

"According to my personal opinion, I think the knife hand should have asked him what he said and did not get the result he wanted, so he cut his neck."

Dr. Ling looked at Zhong Tianzheng who was frowning and thinking, and expressed his opinion: "When he started, he didn't want to kill him at all, so he deliberately grasped the depth of the knife."

"right."

Zhong Tianzheng agreed with his opinion very much: "The reason why the knife handled was to intimidate Yao Weiqiang. If Yao Weiqiang spoke timidly, he would still get the news he wanted. If Yao Weiqiang didn't speak, it means that he really didn't have the news he wanted, and the knife handle didn't want to kill him, causing him all the trouble."

Dr. Ling answered: "I think the knife hand should know him."

"What's the solution?"

Zhong Tianzheng raised his eyebrows.

"You police did not conduct in-depth investigations into this matter again, which fully demonstrates that Yao Weiqiang killed this matter and did not provide any clues, so he hid it from your police."

Dr. Ling talked happily, and his thoughts were very clear: "If someone normally had his throat cut, he would definitely describe the detailed situation of the murderer. He tried his best to hide it, which means that he must know this person and was afraid of being revenge, so he didn't want to cause trouble."

Zhong Tianzheng frowned: "What is the purpose of the knife hand looking for him?"

"As for why this person is looking for him, I don't know." Dr. Ling made the final conclusion and grinned: "This is your police's business. I'm just a doctor."

"Ha ha."

Just as Zhong Tian woke up from his dream, he patted his head and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I was so fascinated by the conversation with you just now that I almost forgot your identity."

"But to be honest, with your thinking, I dare say that you can just put you in the Criminal Investigation Brigade, and you can also be competent for this job."

Although this is a joke.

However, Zhong Tianzheng still admires Dr. Ling from the bottom of his heart.

In the exchange just now.

Dr. Ling has helped him master a lot of information about the knife hand.

The two just finished talking.

Door.

Nurse Wang pushed the door and exposed her head.

"Doctor Ling, someone asked me to ask me to say it was the police, but I won't see you?"

"Let him in."

Dr. Ling glanced at Zhong Tianzheng, saw it on the latter's face without knowing it, and agreed.

"oh."

Nurse Wang muttered and responded, and her soft voice came from outside the door: "Day day by day, we treat our Dr. Ling as the police assistant. It's so lively that we don't have time to rest."

"Haha, this Nurse Wang is good and he is very good at caring about people."

Zhong Tianzheng smiled with a smile.

"Ahem."

Dr. Ling cleared his throat and refused to respond.

Door.

Someone came to push the door and come in.

Yucheng.

"It's you?"

Seeing Zhong Tianzheng, Yu Cheng's face became more surprised and surprised.

He was surprised and surprised. It was not that Zhong Tianzheng could also think about this point to visit Dr. Ling, but that he did not expect his speed to be so fast.

Last time Zhong Tianzheng invited Dr. Ling to dinner, Yucheng was here, and everyone knew each other, so there were not so many rules and regulations, and it was straightforward.

"I want to know, based on your experience, whether the wound on his neck was accidental or someone else's fault."

Yucheng’s problem is exactly the same as Zhong Tian.

Dr. Ling was not tired of it, so he took out the drawings that had not been put away and explained them again.

But this time.

He omitted a lot of his own opinions and only gave his own judgment.

The wound is done by others.

Dr. Ling looked at Yu Cheng seriously and said, "This view is just my personal judgment, just for reference."

"Thanks."

Yu Cheng nodded, and with his own answer, he turned his body and left without saying anything to Zhong Tianzheng.

"Hey, aren't you going to tell me something?"
Chapter completed!