Chapter 189

"Dead?"

Hearing what Zhong Tianzheng said, Dr. Ling probably knew it.

When he finished smoking, Dr. Ling specially applied for an extra hour's rest to help Zhong Tianzheng find out about it.

"This is my medical record."

Dr. Ling opened his own small book to the designated page and put it in front of Zhong Tianzheng: "this is my habit. When I received him, there was no abnormality."

"I want to talk about the wound."

Zhong Tianzheng came straight to the point without any nonsense. He couldn't understand this book.

"You say."

Dr. Ling made a gesture of invitation.

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

A handsome skin bag is not enough.

Zhong Tianzheng's first thing to confirm now is that Yao Weiqiang's injury that night was really himself.

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

"Impossible."

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

Soon, a lifelike wound appeared in front of us.

"What do you say?"

Zhong Tianzheng took another look at Dr. Ling.

I didn't expect him to be so dexterous. His painting skills are really good.

"This is the condition of his wound at that time."

Dr. Ling stooped up and put the nib on the wound: "the pattern I drew is what I saw at that time. The wound on his neck is very neat, and the depth of the wound from left to right is exactly the same. I can roughly spy out. The person holding the knife must be very skilled, and it's done at one go."

"No accident can cause such a perfect wound. This wound is the same as my operation. I cut it down one by one to ensure that the cut surface is consistent." Dr. Ling said here and paused: "so, he should have been hurt by others. Moreover, the person who hurt him is definitely an old hand with a knife. The depth of the wound is also maintained very well, which can be comparable to me."

Finally, he added: "of course, such exquisite knife technique cannot be achieved without hundreds of practice."

"Yes."

Zhong Tian was looking at the wound and his eyes narrowed.

Although Dr. Ling did not elaborate, through his description, Zhong Tianzheng can roughly imagine what means the person who hurt Yao Weiqiang.

An experienced swordsman injured Yao Weiqiang on the outskirts of the wilderness, but for unknown reasons, the swordsman 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 the slightest difference from the main artery, which was enough to show how good his knife was.

But so.

Since he chose to fight, why did he choose to keep Yao Weiqiang's life?

"In my personal opinion, I think the knife man should have asked him what he said and didn't get the result he wanted. Then he began to cut his neck."

Dr. Ling looked at Zhong Tianzheng, who frowned and thought, 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."

"Yes."

Zhong Tianzheng very much recognized his view: "the reason why the swordsman started is to deter Yao Weiqiang. If Yao Weiqiang is timid, he can still get the news he wants. If Yao Weiqiang doesn't speak, it means that he really doesn't have the news the swordsman wants, and the swordsman doesn't want to kill him, causing him trouble."

Dr. Ling answered, "I think the knife man should know him."

"What's the solution?"

Zhong Tianzheng raised his eyebrows.

"Your police didn't conduct an in-depth investigation into this matter at that time, which fully shows that Yao Weiqiang bit the matter to death and didn't provide any clues to hide it from your police."

Dr. Ling talked freely and thought very clearly: "if someone cuts his throat normally, he will definitely describe the details of the murderer. He tried his best to hide it, which means that he must know this person for fear of revenge. He doesn't want to cause trouble."

Zhong Tianzheng frowned: "what's the purpose of the swordsman looking for him?"

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

"Ha ha."

Zhong Tianzheng woke up, patted his head and smiled awkwardly: "sorry, I was so absorbed in talking with you just now that I almost forgot your identity."

"But seriously, with your thinking, I dare say that putting you directly in the Criminal Investigation Brigade is also competent for this job."

Although this is a joke.

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

In the communication just now.

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

They just finished.

doorway.

Nurse Wang pushed the door and came in with her head exposed.

"Dr. Ling, someone is looking for a policeman. Can you see him?"

"Let him in."

Dr. Ling looked at Zhong Tianzheng, saw ignorance on the latter's face, and agreed.

"Oh."

Nurse Wang muttered and answered, and her thin voice came from outside the door: "day by day, doctor Ling has been our assistant to the police. It's so busy that there's no time to rest."

"Ha ha, nurse Wang is good. She cares about people."

Zhong Tianzheng squeezed his eyebrows and smiled.

"Cough."

Doctor Ling cleared his throat and didn't answer.

doorway.

Somebody push the door in.

Yu Cheng.

"Is that you?"

Seeing Zhong Tianzheng, Yu Cheng was surprised and surprised.

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

Last time Zhong Tianzheng invited Dr. Ling to dinner, and Yu Cheng was there. Everyone knew each other, so there were not so many rules and regulations. Let's get to the point.

"I want to know, according to your experience, whether the wound on his neck was an accident or someone else."

Yu Cheng's problem is exactly the same as Zhong Tianzheng's.

Dr. Ling was not bored either. He took out the drawings that had not been put away and explained them again.

Just this time.

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

The wound was done by others.

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

"Thank you."

Yu Cheng nodded and had his own answer. He folded and left without saying more to Zhong Tianzheng.

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

Zhong Tianzheng stopped Yu Cheng.