Jiang Wan, the chief surgeon in the ICU, missed a beat after working continuously for 72 hours. When she opened her eyes again, she became the daughter of an ancient ghost writer. Good news: The professional counterpart has not lost his ability to eat. Bad news: Her father has just been found guilty of dereliction of duty for "poor autopsy," and the whole family is about to be exiled three thousand miles away. In order to fish out her father, Jiang Wan had to disguise herself as a man, uncover the royal list, and examine the injuries of King Jing'an, who was powerful but was poisoned. The palace doctors looked at the cold light shining in her hand... A sewing needle? The collective was outraged: "Absurd! The prince has a rich body, how can he allow a yellow-haired girl like you to act like this!" Jiang Wan said with an expressionless face: "With another quarter of an hour, you can prepare for the funeral directly. The toxin has invaded the heart veins, and without debridement and suturing, it will be difficult for the gods to save him." So, under the horrified eyes of everyone, Jiang Wan, with a pair of steady hands, used homemade catgut and liquor to disinfect, and made a "small incision" in the prince's chest. Since then, the capital has gained a "Detective Jiang" who is an expert in solving cases and has unprecedented autopsy skills. ——"The bones of the deceased were broken in the wrong direction. It was not an accidental fall from the horse, but a blow with a blunt object." ——"There is special pollen in the fingernails of the deceased. Check it! The flower garden in the west of the city!" ——"The empress did not commit suicide. She had a habit of dislocating her bones and could not complete the hanging posture at all!" The minister of Dali Temple touched his beard and was very pleased: De Jiang Wan, why should I, Dali Temple, not solve the strange case? People in the capital rushed to tell each other: Mr. Jiang is here, we can sleep well at night! Only King Jing'an, who was rescued by her, always blocked her way in the dead of night, with a deep look in his eyes:
