Miss Truth

The skull, cleaned by Ran Yan, looked much more appealing than the initial sight of it caked in mud and flesh, and its facial features were now fully recognizable.

Next was the correction of the skull, starting with marking positions on it. This was a tedious and intricate process, and immensely crucial, as incorrect positioning of the marks could lead to changes in the reconstructed face. Sometimes, these changes were subtle yet could influence judgments significantly.

In later eras, computers could be utilized to assist in skull reconstruction, but now everything had to be done manually. One could foresee that the results might not be ideal; however, in the absence of any other clues, it was still worth a try.

In the future, a task that could be completed in just a few to several minutes took Ran Yan over three hours just to mark half of the positions, all to ensure accuracy.

Liu Qingsong had already sprawled out and fallen asleep beside the mat.

Xiao Song had left and returned a few times, and when he came back to see that it was getting late, he interrupted Ran Yan’s work, "Let’s continue this tomorrow; I’ll escort you back home now."

If the case was urgent, it was common for Ran Yan to work all night, but the situation was different now, so she accepted Xiao Song’s kind offer. After washing her hands in the outer room, she left with Xiao Song.

Liu Qingsong was secretly thrilled, seeing an opportunity to escape. He couldn’t run out of Chang’an, as he and Ran Yan needed to occasionally treat patients in town to accumulate clinical experience. Among Emperor Taizong’s many favored princesses, no fewer than five suffered from asthma. The opportunity was right before him; given their advantageous circumstances, even someone cunning like Liu Qingsong felt that giving up halfway would be blasphemous.

Perhaps he should head to Sang Chen’s! Once Liu Qingsong made up his mind, he watched Xiao Song leave.