Uncle Duan's food in their canteen is quite fragrant, and the nutritional mix is very balanced.
The police themselves are very tired and dangerous, so it is absolutely necessary to give a little more care in terms of nutrition.
Even though the food is very fragrant, there are very few people who come to the canteen to eat, and that is because there are many cases that have occurred in the past few days, and everyone is desperately busy.
Some people come alone to cook meals for several people, and then take them to the office and eat while working.
Those policemen who are still searching for clues outside may not even be able to eat at this time.
Therefore, the people's police deserve the respect of every one of our people.
During the meal, Uncle Duan and I didn't say a word, and Master and the forensic doctor had some brief conversations, all of which were discussions on the work of the autopsy just now.
He also talked about the professionalism of the master to the forensic doctor, and admired her for being a female forensic doctor who could perform the whole process of dissection by herself.
Master just smiled and didn't explain too much, because if he explained too much, he would be a little proud.
However, with Master's demanding and strict professionalism, it is incomparable to ordinary people.
The reason why Master is silent is also because she can afford a word of praise from others.
That is also the best affirmation of her, which is the result of her hard work for so many years.
As I ate with my head bowed, I pricked up my ears to listen to the conversation between Master and the forensic doctor.
A lot of it is technical terms, I don't know if Uncle Duan can understand it, but those professional terms seem to have magic power on me, allowing me to obtain a lot of information.
After eating, Uncle Duan said that he had something to deal with, so let me, Master, and the forensic doctor from his bureau go to work in the autopsy room first, and he rushed over after dealing with the work at hand.
When we returned to the dissection room, we began to devote ourselves to intense work again.
One afternoon flew by, and Master dissected six corpses and forensic medicine dissected four corpses.
This is already a very large amount of work, and in such a low-temperature space as the dissecting room, sweat has begun to slowly ooze out of the foreheads of the master and the forensic doctor.
This is caused by their physical fatigue and mental tension under high-intensity work.
Their physical strength has reached its limit But there are still some corpses that have not been autopsied, and it seems that today's work can only be done here.
Tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, I will come here with Master.
I don't want to think about so many things, and I will explain to Guo Mingze after I return to the hospital, I think he should understand me.
At the end of a busy day's work, when we left the dissection room, Uncle Duan rushed back to greet us.
It seemed that he also had urgent matters to deal with, so he hurried back so late.
"How are you doing, aren't you tired?"
Uncle Duan asked, looking at us.
"It's okay, Forensic Doctor Wang should be very tired," said the forensic doctor, looking at Uncle Duan.
The master gave the other party a bit older, and the workload today is also greater than the other party, everyone is a forensic doctor, so the other party knows that the master has dissected six corpses, and he is already working at a high intensity.
"You should be hungry by now, do you want to take a break, or I'll order some takeout and come back, let's sit together and eat something first," Uncle Duan asked as he looked at everyone. aa2705221: