National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 722 - 665: Dissection Center (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 722: Chapter 665: Dissection Center (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

By the time Jiang Yuan arrived at the scene, the sky had already darkened. The forensic doctors from Zhengguang Bureau had collected the remains and sent them to the autopsy center.

Beijing has its own forensic identification center, an independent small building in the suburbs. A large, red sign was on the rooftop, illuminated by a red lightbox from behind. Even hundreds of meters away, one could sense its unparalleled ability to depreciate property values. For some reason, the lightbox stopped working later on, and no one repaired it.

So Jiang Yuan changed his shoes and clothes before collecting some soil, maggots, and insect eggs from the body pit, and followed the vehicle to the forensic identification center.

Jiang Yuan didn’t understand much about internet technology, so in the face of these new-age murders, what he could still do was to start from the body itself.

Fellow forensic expert Zhan Kan looked at Jiang Yuan with curiosity.

In the field of forensic medicine, not only in Beijing but nationwide, Jiang Yuan’s fame had grown quite substantial.

However, forensic medicine itself is a solitary circle, and even forensic doctors don’t interact much with each other. Zhan Kan, not being particularly adept at socializing, rode all the way with Jiang Yuan without saying a word, watching him fall asleep.

Entering the forensic identification center, Jiang Yuan took Mu Zhiyang with him to change clothes, while a young man from the center approached Zhan Kan, poking him lightly and asked, "What do you think? What’s Jiang Yuan like?"

Zhan Kan paused, remembering the appearance of Jiang Yuan he had been observing all the way, and replied, "Nice skin."

"What skin?"

"Balanced oil secretion, good hydration, probably normal skin."

"Is that what I asked?" The young man, who had been enthusiastic, was now completely turned off by Zhan Kan’s response, feeling like a man who had stripped naked, cleaned himself thoroughly, prepared the lighting and all necessary items, and sat squarely on the toilet to have a smooth bowel movement, only for someone to start banging on the door saying, "I’m in a rush."

What a rush!

The young man left with his pants in tow, since the new protective suits purchased by the autopsy center were all large sizes, and the ones for the newly hired young men couldn’t even be secured because they hadn’t gained weight yet.

Zhan Kan entered the dissection room and saw that three bodies had already been laid out flat in the middle.

The moved rotting material, insects, maggots, eggs, and various remaining pieces of clothing were all in the next room.

Seeing that the center’s senior forensic doctors were already in action, Zhan Kan couldn’t help but ask, "Where’s Jiang Yuan?"

"He’s researching insects next door." The senior forensic doctor, who was busy positioning bones and taking photographs, answered without raising his eyes.

Just the state of these bones, to take a set of photos of them from every angle, will take quite some time.

Zhan Kan was somewhat surprised, "Captain Jiang knows about insects too?"

"Then you don’t know Jiang Yuan well enough." The young man at his side found his interest again as though a restroom had been vacated, stating proudly, "Jiang Yuan has used forensic entomology in several cases, and his determination of time of death is exceptional. He worked on a case from Beijing once, a murder that had gone cold for more than a decade, the case of a police shooting. By just looking at photos, he was able to correct the time of death—and accurately at that."

"Was the case solved?" Zhan Kan was more practical.

"Of course it was solved. I’m talking about a murder case that went cold over a decade ago!"

"That’s quite impressive," Zhan Kan nodded slightly. He himself knew a bit about forensic entomology. Working at the forensic identification center in Beijing, how could he not have a few specific skills to show off? Without such, he would easily encounter embarrassing situations in daily life.

"Let’s get to the identification," said Zeng Lianrong, the on-duty senior forensic doctor, in a muffled voice.

Beijing and Shannan Province have entirely different ecosystems. In Shannan Province, there are very few forensic doctors capable of forensic anthropology examinations, and even those who know a little are not very confident. Whenever Jiang Yuan was involved, they would actively contact him to participate or, if too prideful, they would still carry out the examination thoroughly and cautiously.

But in Beijing, there are many forensic doctors who know forensic anthropology.

Not only within the police system, but the two institutes also have plenty of impressive forensic doctors, and it’s unknown how many more there are among the cleaners in schools and research institutions.

And when it comes to practical experience, Zeng Lianrong was also an expert-level forensic doctor, likewise a sought-after consultant for various institutions.

Zeng Lianrong had no intention of competing with Jiang Yuan, but since the case had fallen into his hands, he naturally went about his work as usual, not simply shrugging it off for an outside forensic doctor to handle.

As for Director Fan’s request, Zeng Lianrong had no objections either, it was simply a matter of working together.

The workplace for middle-aged individuals is primarily about following orders, never rebelling, being respectful, and doing one’s own thing.

"Body number one, the deceased is female, has never given birth; take a photo here, mark as negative..." Zeng Lianrong quickly entered his work mode.

The job of a forensic doctor performing body identifications is much like solving mathematical proof problems.

It’s a particularly meticulous job, but it’s not about racking your brains and trying to "crack" it.

For this task, the first step is to list all known conditions; the more known conditions there are, the more resources you have at your disposal, and the greater choice of solutions available.

As for the final result and how it’s proven, there’s actually a formula for that; what’s important is how to fit the known conditions into the formula. Body identification is the same; certain states represent certain outcomes, which have been researched by predecessors, and don’t require a forensic doctor to "imagine" on the spot during their work.

Zeng Lianrong considered himself a meticulous person, and his years of accumulation and success only added to his confidence.

When Jiang Yuan came out, Zeng Lianrong merely nodded in greeting with a somewhat reserved expression.

Seeing that Zeng Lianrong had already started working on table one, Jiang Yuan first looked over three bodies, then moved to table two. He looked it over as well and asked, "Have the photos been taken?"

"They have been taken." The process at the autopsy center was very mature, and someone had already done the necessary preparatory work.

Not entirely reassured, Jiang Yuan said, "Let me see the photos."

Since he had not worked with these people before, he naturally needed to confirm their level of work.

Once the examination began, the photos that were taken thereafter were different.

The photos were not problematic, but Jiang Yuan selected a few and requested them to be retaken. At the same time, he took the bones from areas like the pelvis and measured them.

Jiang Yuan whispered a few words to Mu Zhiyang, asking him to record some data, then, with a slightly louder voice, said under observation of the camera in the room, "Body number two, female, 21 years old, 156 centimeters tall, fractures in both arms, likely caused by an electric scooter or motorcycle accident. Check the traffic police records. Signs of physical exercise, probably a frequent visitor to the gym. Severe wear on the knees..."

"From the teeth, there have been dental crowns, and a smoking habit... The dental work can be looked into."

"No fatal injuries visible on the skeleton, but looking at the condition of the petrous part of the temporal bone, the likelihood of mechanical death is high."

What Jiang Yuan was saying was nothing new to a forensic doctor versed in anthropology, but his almost non-stop delivery was hard to ignore.

Even the unusually efficient Zeng Lianrong couldn’t help glancing at Jiang Yuan a couple of times.

However, he said nothing. Forensic work is meticulous; the speed at which it’s done is actually not that important.

Zeng Lianrong used to say such things to his apprentices, but it wasn’t appropriate to educate Jiang Yuan on the spot. Later on, it could be used as a case for some ideological training for the apprentices.

"I’ll move on to body number three first then," Jiang Yuan said.

Not long after, Jiang Yuan moved directly to the front of the third autopsy table.

Zeng Lianrong nodded in his restrained way; he was happy to see someone willing to work more.

Jiang Yuan, as usual, looked at the photos first, then took the skull in his hands, examined it from side to side for a moment, and clicked his tongue, saying, "This person is mixed race."

His level 3 Skull Restoration Skill meant he didn’t need to fully restore it to see the features; just imagining a Frankfurt plane in his mind and looking at indicators like facial width, length of skull base, and the vertex of the skull, he could make out some clues.