Chang Yuncheng sent the drunk Fan Yilin home and declined the Wang family's offer of food. When he got home, the sky was already dark.

Although he knew Qi Yue was not at home, he still felt warm in his heart when he saw the lights on in the house.

"Master, can we serve the food?" Qiuxiang asked.

Chang Yuncheng shook his head.

"No, I don't want to eat now," he said.

Qiuxiang responded and was about to leave.

"Let the kitchen prepare a midnight snack and wait for the young lady to come back." Chang Yuncheng said again.

Qiuxiang answered again and exited.

After Chang Yuncheng washed up, he couldn't help but walk over to Qi Yue, light up the lamp, and shine it on the somewhat messy table.

This woman is also weird. She doesn't clear the table herself, and she doesn't let the girl clean it either. She says that once she clears her things, she can't find them.

It's hard to find it in such a mess.

Chang Yuncheng smiled and sat down on the chair where Qi Yue usually sat. He seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of powder in his nose.

He turned over a piece of paper and saw that it was full of words that looked like ghostly drawings. A strong gust of wind hit the window violently, causing the candlelight to beat violently.

Chang Yuncheng stretched out his hand to hold the candle, lowered his head and looked at it seriously.

The wind blew, and Qi Yue fastened her hat tightly, watching Hu San and others huddle together again and shivering.

"It doesn't matter, you just get used to it." She said to Liu Pucheng, and asked Liu Pucheng curiously, "Teacher, were you scared when you first came here?"

Liu Pucheng's beard was blown wildly by the wind, and he stretched out his hand to twist it.

"Scared," he said.

Hu San and others felt a little better after hearing this.

"Master is also afraid. We thought Master was not afraid of anything." They laughed.

The atmosphere relaxed a lot, and now they arrived in front of Yizhuang.

On a windy night in winter, Yizhuang becomes even more crowded.

A light suddenly appeared in the night and floated towards them.

Hu San couldn't help but scream.

"Doctor Liu, you are here," the coffin boy said, raising the lamp higher to illuminate his description.

He was talking to Liu Pucheng, but his eyes fell on Qi Yue.

Qi Yue's head and face were covered just like the first time, with only her eyes exposed.

She looked at the coffin boy and smiled.

"Please come in quickly." The coffin boy led the way while holding back his excited heartbeat.

Compared with the last time, Hu San and others' performance was slightly better, but when Qi Yue opened the mouth and nose of the corpse, they couldn't help but look away in a commotion.

This time Qi Yue mainly experimented with Liu Pucheng and did not criticize their reactions.

"...To achieve precise anatomical alignment...the most critical thing is to reposition the orbicularis oris muscle, otherwise it will affect the entire upper lip movement function..."

Qi Yue spoke and operated at the same time.

“What is the orbicularis oris muscle?”

Coffin Boy's voice came from the side.

Liu Pucheng was a little surprised, not noticing that the coffin boy was still here.

Qi Yue raised her head and glanced at him.

"Here, this is it," she said, pointing to him with the scissors in her hand.

Coffin Boy saw her invitation and immediately approached.

"..I will make a full-thickness diagonal incision from here...and then separate the skin...muscles...mucosa...Doctor Liu, you need to help me pull at this time...Yes, that's it..."

"...Here is the separation and cutting of the columella and nose wing. I will divide it into three muscles here... three cross sutures... needles..."

Qi Yue stretched out her hand.

Liu Pucheng's hook was on the other side, out of reach of the needle and thread. Hu San and other disciples were still trembling. Although Ah Ru was not afraid to look, his body was stiff and unable to move at all.

When the time comes for surgery, be sure to keep all the needles and threads by your side, otherwise you will be in trouble.

Qi Yue was ready to let go and get the needle and thread herself.

Coffin Boy reached for it and handed it to her.

Qi Yue smiled at him.

"And tweezers," she said.

Coffin Boy also smiled, his eyes brightened, and he immediately turned his head.

But, tweezers?

"The third one from the left." Qi Yue said.

The coffin boy said, curiously picked up the strange tool and handed it to Qi Yue, looking at her hand without taking a step away.

Qi Yue replayed the suturing steps that she had designed and rehearsed many times in her mind, and her hands were nimble.

Z-shaped lipstick suture.. The thin side lipstick transition part is incised.. The lipstick triangular flap is inserted..

During this period, the coffin boy either helped her pass the surgical tools, or assisted Liu Pucheng in clamping her lips with a retractor. He was fully involved in the operation. Apart from being temporarily confused when faced with various tools, he was completely unfamiliar with everything else.

"Okay, little brother." Qi Yue looked at him with some admiration.

"If you deal with dead people all day long, you're naturally not afraid of anything." Hu San couldn't help but mutter.

A Ru glared at him, and Hu San San did not dare to speak any more.

Coffin Boy looked a little uncomfortable at her compliment.

"Hey, let me ask you to be my assistant." Qi Yue said, feeling more and more that this child is very useful, and his calmness in the face of surgery can be of great help.

Liu Pucheng coughed quickly.

Coffin Boy's eyes brightened and then dimmed instantly.

"My wife has promoted you, but a lowly person like me doesn't dare." He said calmly.

"Why are you so mean?" Qi Yue stared and said.

How mean? The expressions of the people in the room were very complicated, needless to say.

"But I'm serious." Qi Yue said, "Brother, please think about it."

Coffin Boy smiled and said nothing.

Seriously? This is the most false statement in the world.

Isn't it just for these corpses? There is no need to please him so much. Everyone gets what they need anyway.

Liu Pucheng and others left quickly. The coffin boy casually threw the money in the corner of the room, took out his needle and thread, and went to the morgue again.

He stood in front of the corpse, opened the white cloth, exposed the chest, picked up the knife and cut the skin, then looked at the suture marks on the mouth and nose, and picked up the needle and thread.

"Such stitching..." He muttered to himself as he recalled what he had just seen, while he was running the stitches.

This time, just after the ugly moment when he stepped into the house, Qi Yue let out a breath. If he kept to this time, he wouldn't have to make up lies about emergency calls in the middle of the night.

Hearing the sound of people coming in, Chang Yuncheng stood up immediately. Someone pushed the door open and came in, but it was the girl Ah Hao.

"Young lady has gone to wash up, I'll get some clothes." She lowered her head and said.

Chang Yuncheng hummed and sat down.

Ah Hao lowered his head and hurriedly took some clothes from the closet on the side and left.

It seemed like a long time passed. Accompanied by the sound of greetings from the night girl outside, the door of the house rang again, and Qi Yue came in wearing the steam from her bath.

"Hey, you haven't slept yet." She asked, shaking her hair.

Chang Yuncheng looked at her.

"Why did you come back so late?" he asked with a frown.

Qi Yue curled her lips and was about to speak when she heard Chang Yuncheng cough.

"...You must be tired." He then added.

Qi Yue looked up at him with a scrutinizing look on his face.

Chang Yuncheng was so scared that he looked at him.

"What are you looking at?" he said roughly.

Qi Yue smiled at him.

"It's normal this time." She nodded and said.
To be continued...