The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Su Yang pushed open one of the iron doors of the funeral home, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with formalin hit him. Zuo Lun was wiping the bone saw in front of the dissection table.

"You're here so early?" Revolver was so busy that he didn't even raise his head. "A man who was involved in a car accident was just sent here. He has three arms and two legs. It's enough to keep us busy for the whole morning."

"My brother has to go to the company for a meeting early in the morning, so I can't just play around."

Su Yang put on his work clothes and saw icy water seeping out of the gap in the refrigerator. Two broken bodies were lying side by side on the stainless steel table.

The left side had its chest wide open, its ribs broken and sticking out like a dead tree, and a bloody hole where the heart should be. The right side had its torso broken at the hip, its calf twisted at a weird angle, and the bones beneath its skin were eerily white.

"I have a lot of work to do during this period. Fortunately, you come to help me every day. It makes my life much easier. Let's work on this first."

The left wheel clamped up a piece of tattooed skin, "Last night there was a high-speed chain rear-end collision, the truck flipped over and crushed the car into a discus.

This man was a fitness coach. He had eight-pack abs when he was alive. Now…” He poked the scraps of meat stuck to his spine with tweezers, “It’s all minced meat.”

"It's a shame that he's still so young."

Su Yang shook his head and sighed, then held the suture needle and started to work. The remaining tattoo on the deceased's forearm was an eagle with spread wings, but it was now torn in half, with the ink-colored lines mixed with solidified blood clots.

"Will his family recognize him?"

"Can't recognize it."

Revolver pieced the broken humerus together. "The skull was broken into more than 30 pieces. The forensic doctor spent three hours trying to piece it together. In the end, he could only rely on dental records to confirm the identity. By the way,"

He suddenly pointed to the refrigerator and said, "The one lying over there is even more miserable. His motorcycle went under the truck and he was caught in the drive shaft. When he was fished out, his intestines were hanging on the wheel hub like a tangled yarn."

Su Yang picked up the scissors and cut open the damaged skin tissue. The fishy smell of rotten flesh and fresh wounds hit him in the face. He clamped the broken artery with hemostatic forceps, and dark red blood flowed into the blood storage tank along the diversion tube.

"Hand me the nerve stapler."

Su Yang's life creed is that he is a hopeless case. He was forced to learn the skill of sewing corpses by his master, who beat and scolded him.

He said that if he fell into poverty in the future, he could still work as a shoemaker to support himself.

Revolver pushed the instrument box forward upon hearing this. "The blood vessel damage this time is too severe. An artificial blood vessel is needed for connection."

As he spoke, he took out biological materials soaked in saline from the refrigerator. The thin film-like artificial blood vessels glowed with an eerie blue light under the dissecting light.

Su Yang took it immediately, passed the forceps through the broken brachial artery, aligned the two ends of the artificial blood vessel, and the suture thread moved so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible.

"Look here." Revolver suddenly used the probe to pick up a tangled mass of muscle tissue. "The quadriceps femoris is completely ruptured, and the tendons are twisted into a knot."

He spread the torn muscles flat on the operating table, revealing the white bones underneath. "First, we need to fix the bones with absorbable screws, and then sew the muscles layer by layer."

Su Yang handed over the bone drill. With a roar, the titanium alloy screw drilled steadily into the femur, and the splashed bone chips were instantly sucked away by the negative pressure device.

The meat collection bag under the dissection table gradually swelled, mixed with broken bones, coagulated blood clots and rotten fat. After Su Yang processed the upper limbs, he moved on to the twisted lower limbs of the deceased.

The soles of the feet were crushed into pieces by the wheels, with only three toes left out of the five, and all of them were folded at strange angles.

Zuo Lun was treating the dead man's ruptured abdomen. The rotting intestines had turned black, and the stench almost penetrated the gas mask. He used tweezers to pick up the ruptured small intestine, measured the length of each section, and precisely removed the necrotic part.

"Pay attention to the tension during intestinal anastomosis."

He reminded and aligned the two healthy sections of intestine at the same time. Su Yang immediately understood and completed the connection with a click with the stapler in his hand. The folds of the intestinal wall fit perfectly under the action of the instrument.

The most difficult part was the victim's shattered head. Su Yang lifted up only one-third of the skull, and the brain tissue inside had long been mixed with blood plasma and broken bones.

"This is too serious. It's all broken into pieces. It can only be fixed with biological gel."

As Su Yang spoke, he poured the prepared transparent colloid into the depression of the skull and watched the colloid gradually wrap around the broken nerve tissue.

Revolver was preparing artificial brain membrane on the side. The smooth silicone film glowed with a pearly luster under the light.

When the suturing work was nearly finished, a new challenge arose. More than 90% of the skin on the deceased's back was missing, and the exposed muscles and fat had begun to turn black and rot.

Revolver stared at the shocking wound and suddenly remembered that there was still half a box of artificial leather in the warehouse.

He turned around and trotted to get it. "Try this." Revolver tore open the sealed bag. "This is left over from when we treated the casualties from the chemical plant explosion last time. It still has three months of shelf life."

Before he finished speaking, the refrigerator next to the dissection table suddenly sounded a shrill alarm, and the red indicator light flashed wildly. The two looked at each other and rushed to the abnormal temperature cabinet No. 3 at the same time.

As soon as the door was opened, a piercing cold air and a stench of decay hit him in the face. The corpse, which was supposed to be frozen, was now oozing a sticky black liquid, and the surface of the skin was covered with blue-gray mold spots. The wound that had been sutured was cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Back off!"

Revolver pulled Su Yang behind him and took out a special scalpel from the drawer. The blade glowed with a faint blue light, and it was a weapon for exorcising evil spirits that was soaked in cinnabar and black dog blood.

At this moment, the corpse's fingers suddenly twitched and curled up, and its empty eyeballs slowly turned towards the two people.

With a flick of the revolver's wrist, the scalpel pierced accurately into the corpse's forehead. Black liquid flowed back along the lines on the blade, and bursts of white smoke rose from the surface of the blade. The talisman mixed with cinnabar and black dog blood was instantly dyed a strange purple-black color.

"seal up!"

He roared, and with his other hand he threw out three yellow talismans, which he stuck on the corpse's Tanzhong, Shenque and Yongquan points respectively.

A sharp scream similar to nails scratching on a blackboard came from the corpse's throat. The originally limp body suddenly bent into a strange arc, and the spine joints made crisp sounds like firecrackers.

Upon seeing this, Su Yang immediately picked up the bone saw on the dissecting table and neatly sawed off the right wrist of the corpse. A large amount of bubbling blood gushed out from the rotten fracture.

Revolver took the opportunity to wrap the hemp rope soaked in black dog blood around the neck of the corpse, and the talisman ignited a blue flame the moment it touched the rotten flesh.

The corpse's eyeballs began to tremble violently, and ink-like liquid oozed out of all seven orifices at the same time. The severed right hand twisted and squirmed on the ground, and the knuckles broke in reverse before propping up the body. The nails grew three inches long and emitted a blue-black poisonous light.

"then!"

Su Yang threw the hemostatic forceps soaked in cinnabar and clamped the corpse's right wrist accurately. The revolver cooperated with the scalpel to pierce the back of the corpse's neck. The two forces exerted force at the same time, and the corpse suddenly exploded into a ball of smelly black mist.

When the smoke cleared, only a shriveled corpse was left on the ground. The skin was like tree bark that had been drained of water, and all the wounds were covered with dark red blood scabs.

The alarm stopped abruptly, and the temperature display of the refrigerator returned to normal. Su Yang bent down and picked up the half-broken finger. "This corpse was cursed, and it can maintain corpse activity at low temperatures. Although the method is not as professional as the corpse refining sect, it is also quite advanced."

Revolver continued to work as if nothing had happened, while arguing with Su Yang, "It seems that things are not peaceful outside these days, there are frequent cases of dismemberment, and bags of torn bodies are being sent to the museum one after another.

The police put the body bags down and left without saying they would piece together the bodies. I secretly checked and found that the limbs of the deceased were violently torn apart before they died, and some of the broken parts had obvious teeth marks on them.