mtl008 Chapter 798 Brain Opening and Removal
Chapter 798 Brain Opening and Removal
Magnets do not react to gold or silver.
If, by chance, the Tenth Prince had a pure silver or pure gold needle in his brain, it would be very difficult for Lu Yangyang to detect anything unusual unless she could perform craniotomy.
She had never performed craniotomy on a human, but when she was young and learning medicine from her aunt, she had dissected countless animals and opened their skulls, so it wasn't a difficult task.
So when she didn't find any reaction at first, Lu Yangyang thought her guess was wrong. If that was the case, she was afraid that she would not be able to find anything wrong without dissecting the Tenth Prince's body.
Fortunately, she persisted and tried many times before finally discovering the anomaly.
Because whether they use gold or silver needles for acupuncture, embroidery needles, or poison needles for concealed weapons, they are not pure gold or silver. Gold and silver are soft, and pure gold and pure silver are not hard enough and are easily damaged. Therefore, in order to increase their hardness, most of them would mix copper and iron into the gold and silver needles.
Lu Yangyang had also thought of this, which is why she persisted in trying several more times before discovering the problem.
Lu Yangyang's explanation shocked everyone. Even Consort Yu, who was too heartbroken to care about them, was startled and instinctively looked at the Tenth Prince's head upon hearing these words.
Just now, Lu Wei and Min Lingshi hurriedly dressed the Tenth Prince, but because the problem was with his head, his hair was not tidied up. At this moment, the Tenth Prince's hair was still loose, and his face was extremely pale due to the cold. Yu Fei was so shocked by just one glance that she almost fainted.
"Ming'er, Ming'er!" Consort Yu cried, her hands trembling as she gripped the ice chest, her voice choked with sobs. Hatred and pain intertwined within her. "Who? Who would do this to you? My poor child—"
Seeing this, Master Shen hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "Your Majesty, now that things have come to this, we must first find out the cause of the Tenth Prince's death. We cannot let His Highness leave in unease."
Consort Yu collapsed onto the ice chest, her fingernails scraping against the frigid ice without her feeling any pain. "Investigate! I will make everyone who killed Ming'er pay with their lives!"
Master Shen turned to look at Ying Xun.
Ying Xun received a signal from Master Shen, knowing that the two had accepted Lu Yangyang's explanation and were to continue their investigation.
He couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief. Finding the cause of death would make things much smoother, but he was afraid that if Consort Yu continued to cause trouble, she would obstruct him and cause him to miss the truth.
Having a better understanding of the situation, Ying Xun continued to ask Lu Yangyang, "Do you know what kind of needle it was? When was it inserted?"
Lu Yangyang shook her head: "I can't make a judgment. I carefully examined the Tenth Prince's scalp and didn't find any obvious wounds at first. This means that the needle had been stuck in the Tenth Prince's skull for some time. After finding the needle, I examined it again and finally found the healed needle mark an inch below the back of his head. From the time the needle entered his brain to his sudden death, there was at least a month. You might as well ask the people around the Tenth Prince if he had any headaches before his death and when they started. That would give you a rough idea of when it happened."
Ying Xun understood, and then asked, "If you want to know what the needle looks like, is there a way?"
Lu Yangyang honestly replied, "If it had been discovered earlier, or if the needle had been inserted too shallowly, we might have been able to try to remove it with a magnet. But now, the needle has already shifted, causing the Tenth Prince's sudden death. There is only one way to remove the needle."
"What method?" It wasn't Ying Xun who asked, but Master Shen.
Master Shen was no fool. From the moment he heard the young coroner's explanation, he realized that if he wanted to find out the truth about the Tenth Prince's death, the needle that had been inserted was crucial. In fact, if it had been discovered earlier, the Tenth Prince might not have died at all.
But it's no use talking about these things now. The most urgent thing is to find out the truth.
Lu Yangyang lowered her voice slightly, "Remove it through craniotomy."
"Impossible!" Master Shen shouted.
"Good!" Consort Yu's voice rang out at the same time.
Everyone stared in disbelief at Consort Yu, whose face was streaked with tears. Even Lu Yangyang couldn't help but turn her head to look at her.
Consort Yu seemed to have lost her soul. From the moment she saw the Tenth Prince's body, it was as if all her spirit had been drained away, as if all her hopes had been dashed, and she had fallen into a cruel dream. But the dream had already ended, and her son had truly left her, lying here innocently and pitifully. No matter how sad or how much she cried, he would not open his eyes to look at her again, nor would he call out to her as before to comfort her.
"Your Highness, please be careful. His Highness the Tenth Prince is of noble birth, and his body and hair are gifts from his parents. How can we damage him after his death and ruin his peace?" Master Shen was surprised that Consort Yu would have such thoughts and hurriedly spoke up to dissuade her. Firstly, he genuinely felt it was inappropriate. Even ordinary people care about their peace after death, let alone a prince of noble status. Secondly, he was worried that Consort Yu might be blinded by hatred and regret it later, and would never be able to find peace of mind.
Consort Yu's actions were not impulsive. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, red-rimmed, and bloodshot. Since Ming'er's accident, she hadn't slept a wink. Her outburst today stemmed from her inability to accept the fact that Ming'er was dead, and her unwillingness to see him lying alone in the Dali Temple's mortuary, desecrated. But upon seeing Ming'er's body, she finally felt the overwhelming grief that engulfed her completely.
How could she bear to let him be buried with the very thing that killed him, without any explanation, so that he would not find peace in death or even in the afterlife? She had read in storybooks when she was young that if a person's soul was sealed with needles after death, they would be condemned to eternal damnation. Whether it was true or not, she couldn't bear to do it, nor could she take the risk.
“Take the needle out. I can’t let him be buried with the needle that killed him. Find the person who killed him, and I will make him swallow the needle to atone for my son’s sins.”