Uncle Duan looked at me and nodded slightly and smiled, "That's right."
"Uncle Duan, I'm a first-class red dust in this matter," I said, holding up four fingers to look at Uncle Duan.
"Why didn't I understand what you two were talking about?"
the master asked, looking at me and Uncle Duan in confusion.
I looked at Master with a grin and smiled, stuck out my tongue at Uncle Duan mischievously, lowered my head and began to eat the breakfast in front of me.
"It's okay, it's okay, hurry up and eat, wait a minute, I'll accompany you directly to the autopsy room, the forensic doctor in our bureau is already there."
Uncle Duan looked at the master and said.
"No, you have to tell me what you two were fighting just now," Master asked as he chased after me and Uncle Duan.
"Master, it's really okay, eat quickly," I also urged Master to hurry up and eat.
Master saw that Uncle Duan and I definitely didn't plan to talk, so he could only stare at the two of us, but there was nothing he could do about us.
After breakfast, the three of us entered the public security bureau building and went straight to the dissection room.
After arriving at the dissection room, the forensic doctor in their bureau had been waiting inside for a long time, checking the instruments that needed to be dissected.
This is the first preparation that every forensic doctor has to do when he or she enters the dissection room, and the habits that have been cultivated over the years are not easy to change, and this is how every instructor teaches his students.
"We're here, we already met yesterday, I won't do much today, will you start working now," Uncle Duan looked at everyone and asked.
"Row" "You can start right away" Master and the other party's forensic doctor answered Uncle Duan's question almost at the same time.
This is the attitude and reaction of professional forensic doctors, who collectively seem to be a different person in front of their work.
"Thank you so hard," Uncle Duan said, looking at the two forensic doctors.
I didn't speak, waiting for them to start working, and I would stay with Master for the rest of my life, using my brain and eyes as much as I could, and remembering everything I saw.
The master walked to the dissection table, picked up the coat prepared for her by the other party's reaction, and after a simple disinfection, put on gloves and glasses, the state and aura of the whole person immediately changed, and instantly entered the working state.
Master didn't say a word to me the whole time, she knew that I would be with her later, and she didn't need to introduce me too much.
When Master and the forensic doctor were starting to get busy, I quietly walked to the place where Master had just stood and disinfected both hands.
Although I don't need to do anything, as a forensic doctor who will soon be a medical examiner, I must follow the rules of the autopsy room.
In the process of disinfecting my hands, the forensic doctor looked up at me and didn't say anything.
I nodded politely to him, then picked up the notebook and pen next to me and walked over to Master.
That's what I used to do, and Master worked hard to describe what she saw on the surface of the corpse with her mouth, and then I took notes on the side.
It's still the same pattern, when Master finds me standing next to me, his eyes are fixed on a male corpse on the dissecting table, and he begins to narrate the information about the corpse's surface.
I didn't dare to slack off, so I used the professional recording method taught to me by Master, and quickly wrote down what Master said to me in the notebook. aa2705221: