Hearing the voice, Chu Yue, Doctor Hao, and even Doctor Zhou all looked up and looked at the person closest to them.

It turned out to be Zhao Dahu.

Zhao Dahu looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a very young face. He is just big in build, and as his name suggests, he is as strong as a mountain, with a broad back and broad arms, but it cannot hide the fact that he is just a young man under twenty years old.

After a careful look, Chu Yue noticed that Zhao Dahu had a hemp rope hanging around his neck and a white cloth tied around his arm, which were things that only people with family members who had lost a loved one would wear.

Among the six bodies behind them, one was Zhao Dahu's father.

Doctor Zhou would let Zhao Dahu help him come over, and it was obvious that there was some other relationship between them.

Doctor Zhou looked at Zhao Dahu with red eyes, trembling and choking, "Dahu, you..."

When the surrounding villagers heard Zhao Dahu speak, they became excited and hurried over to say, "Dahu, do you agree? That's good! We really have no choice but to let your father suffer a little."

"Don't worry, when we burn paper, we will burn more for your father, so that he will have endless money in the underworld and live a good life in the underworld."

"Da Hu, your father is a good man! The King of Hell will definitely not make things difficult for him. He might even be able to become an official in the underworld and have no worries about food and drink!"

"Da Hu, we owe you and your father. If your family needs any help in the future, just tell us and we will definitely help! We will always remember your family's kindness."

The villagers seemed to have solved a big problem, and some even urged Chu Yue to start dissecting the body quickly and not waste any more time.

His anxious look was completely different from his previous aggressive and refusing to give in attitude.

It’s not that they don’t understand the truth, they are just afraid that this “sin” will fall on their heads.

Doctor Zhou was the only one who objected. "Da Hu! You are confused! You can't touch your father. I don't agree. You can't touch your father!"

The villagers said so many things just now, and one of them was the truth, that is, Zhao Dahu's father was a very good man.

Among the six people who died of poisoning this time, all of them were elderly people. They could be Zhao Dahu’s grandfathers, but how could they be his father?

Zhao Dahu's father had three sons in his early years. During the war years, he sent all three children to serve in the army, and then... the whole family was full of loyal heroes.

All three of his biological sons died on the battlefield.

Zhao Dahu's mother died of depression within a month after hearing the bad news. Zhao Dahu's father was awarded the honor of a "glorious family", but he was the only one left at home.

Eighteen years ago, Zhao Dahu's father went up the mountain to chop firewood and found an abandoned baby in the mountains.

Generally speaking, healthy boys would not be thrown away, but natural disasters were severe in those years, and there was no food everywhere. Even the adults could not get enough to eat, let alone the children.

So even if it was a boy, he was cruelly thrown away.

Zhao Dahu's father was reluctant to let the child die like this, so he took the child home and fed him with dog's and goat's milk. He finally raised the child and adopted him as his son.

This child is Zhao Dahu.

Five years ago, Zhao Dahu's father picked up a little girl in the mountains and named her Zhao Xiaohua, who became Zhao Dahu's sister.

The three people who were not related by blood became relatives.

An elderly and majestic father, a young son, and a daughter who is only five years old.

It was also because of the "family of loyal heroes" back then that Zhao Dahu's father had a very high status in the village, so he was invited to dinner by the village chief, but as a result... he died of poisoning.

Doctor Zhou was a villager, so he naturally knew about the past. How could Doctor Zhou bear to dissect the body of an old father who had lost three of his own sons for the country and not leave a complete body?

"Da Hu, no, your father is a good man, I can't let him suffer after his death. Just do as I say and perform the autopsy on me."

Zhao Dahu shook his head. "Doctor Zhou, my father is a good man. If he were still alive, how could he watch you die? What's more, Xiaohua...my sister has also been poisoned. I want to save her!"

Zhao Dahu's decision was not entirely fearless, he also had selfish motives.

He hoped that what Chu Yue and Doctor Hao said was true, and that they could find out the truth after dissecting the body, and then prescribe the right medicine to save the patient and save his sister.

Finally, everyone unanimously decided to dissect the body of Zhao Dahu's father.

…

In the warehouse, there was a wooden bed and a cold corpse. One could faintly smell the stale smell in the warehouse and the stench of rotten meat coming from the corpse.

After Zhang Weimin had arranged everything, he said in a panic, "Doctor Hao, Doctor Chu, I have arranged everything you want. I...I...I really can't stand the smell. I'll wait for you outside. If you need anything else, just shout for me."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Weimin had already stumbled out.

Zhao Dahu knelt beside the corpse and kowtowed three times.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground seemed to vibrate with his strength.

The young man's face was tense, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red. "Dad, I am sorry for you! Wait for me, son. After I die, you can suffer in hell. I will take your place and let you reincarnate."

Zhao Dahu, who grew up in the village, could not help but believe in feudal superstitions. If there really is hell, all the mistakes are his fault, so let him bear the consequences after his death and don't make things difficult for his father.

Zhao Dahu's words made people feel sad.

Especially Doctor Zhou, who watched Zhao Dahu grow up, couldn't help but turn his head and wipe away his tears secretly.

Zhao Dahu's father was a good man, and he raised a good son.

Zhao Dahu lowered his head and wiped his eyes, then quickly stood up and stood aside, saying to Doctor Hao and Chu Yue, "Comrades, you two military doctors, please start."

He stood aside, supporting Doctor Zhou.

Doctor Zhou patted Zhao Dahu's arm and consoled him, "If your father were still alive, he would definitely agree with you doing this."

Chu Yue put down the medicine box, took out a mask, gloves, and a set of scalpels that glowed with a cold light. They looked very sharp, the kind that could easily cut the skin. She walked towards the corpse on the wooden bed.

"It's her..."

Doctor Zhou looked at Chu Yue in astonishment, then looked at Doctor Hao.

He thought the person who dissected the body would be Doctor Hao, and Chu Yue looked like Doctor Hao's apprentice, but the person holding the scalpel was actually Chu Yue.

Doctor Hao looked at Chu Yue and said proudly, "Don't worry, she has better skills and medical skills than me. Xiao Chu can do it alone."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Zhou and Zhao Dahu inevitably showed expressions of surprise.

Such a young girl actually made Doctor Hao admit that her skills are not as good as others. What level of skill is this?

Zhao Dahu remembered that a while ago, Liu Jinfeng had deducted his wages. If Chu Yue had not kindly paid him, he would not have been able to afford rice that day, let alone feed his father and sister.

Perhaps the bond between them was forged at that time.