"Fine, I said I would, so I'll just stand to the side and take a look." Knowing where the other party came from, Zhang Xiaoshan was more confident.
He glanced at Lin Yanran beside him, and then said.
"Don't worry, I've got your back today. I'll definitely not let you be wronged."
As he spoke, he placed a hand on the coffin lid.
"Creak..."
The heavy coffin lid was immediately lifted halfway by Zhang Xiaoshan.
Inside, the upper body of a man was revealed.
The man was dressed in his burial clothes, his eyes tightly closed, his complexion pale, motionless.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes inspection, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.
Elder Li and Lin Yanran both looked over and even placed a small piece of tissue paper at the man's nose, let it stay there for half a minute, but the tissue didn't move at all, as if there was no breath.
"Miss, the man is indeed dead."
Elder Li came to a conclusion, and Lin Yanran's eyes, which had contained some hope, dimmed.
