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Qin Wan hurried into the forensic department.

When he came out of the dressing room, his long hair had been pulled up in a fluffy way, and he had also changed into a white coat. He was calm and professional with an undisguised elegance.

Seeing her come out, the assistant forensic doctor Yu Zan hurriedly said: "I have checked, there is no trauma, it is suspected to be sudden death."

While Yu Zan was speaking, Qin Wan had already arrived at the dissection table.

On the dissecting table lay a naked male corpse lying on its back, with various dissecting instruments placed beside it.

She was a little surprised when she saw the face of the deceased.

The deceased turned out to be the blind date she met at the coffee shop yesterday after get off work. If I remember correctly, this person was Song Hang, a construction engineer.

During the blind date last night, Song Hang still disliked her profession between the lines, but he didn't expect to be lying on her dissecting table today.

Perhaps even he himself did not expect that life is so full of drama.

Seeing that Qin Wan was distracted, Yu Zan couldn't help asking, "Sister Wan, what's wrong with you?"

"I saw him last night."

Qin Wan said it calmly, but Yu Zan was surprised when he heard it: "Have you seen him? Are you acquaintances?"

"I'm not familiar with you, it's just a blind date."

Yu Zan wanted to ask a few more questions, but Qin Wan had already started to examine the corpse, seeing her focused and serious appearance, Yu Zan couldn't bear to disturb her, so he had to take notes on the sidelines.

"The corpse showed no signs of vomiting, no trauma on the skin surface, and the bones were intact. The possibility of sudden death is high."

Qin Wan cut open the deceased's abdomen with a scalpel, extracted some stomach contents for testing, and then opened the deceased's chest cavity.

When she saw that the color of the heart was not normal, she frowned.

"The cardiomyocytes of the deceased were all damaged to varying degrees, and there were many red and rose-colored blood spots in the myocardium, indicating that excessive bleeding damaged the heart function and eventually led to myocardial infarction."

Yu Zan was suspicious: "Could it be that the deceased had a heart attack?"

Qin Wan shook her head.

"The heart looks relatively healthy. It doesn't look like he had a heart attack. I suspect he was scared to death."

"Scared to death?"

"Well." Qin Wan continued: "When a person is in a state of extreme panic, the adrenal glands will release a large amount of catecholamines, causing the heartbeat to speed up, blood pressure to rise, and the oxygen consumption of myocardial metabolism to increase sharply. The sudden acceleration of blood circulation is like breaking a bank. The torrent hits the heart, tearing the fibers of the heart muscle, causing the heart to bleed, leading to cardiac arrest and death."

After listening to Qin Wan's analysis, Yu Zan subconsciously looked at the heart of the deceased a few more times, and it was indeed what Qin Wan said.

Then he became a little restless.

"Sister Wan, are you a love insulator?"

Qin Wan frowned.

Seeing Qin Wan's reaction after seeing the corpse, Yu Zan knew that she was not interested in this person, so he couldn't help teasing: "I remember that the person you were on a blind date with last month seemed to have died at home inexplicably, shouldn't you It must be Zhu Gusheng!"

For some reason, upon hearing Yu Zan's words, Qin Wan's heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly recalled a dream that she often had in the past two years.

In the dream, a man who couldn't see clearly restrained her and said to her in an irresistible tone: "Wanwan, you are mine, no one can take you away!"

Qin Wan's eyes fell on Song Hang's corpse, and a sense of fear appeared in her heart.

But she quickly pushed back this feeling, it was just a dream, how could the deaths of the two blind dates be related to the dream?

This is too ridiculous.

"Miss Wan?"

Yu Zan's voice rang in his ears, and Qin Wan suddenly came back to his senses: "Go and sort out the autopsy report first, and I will sew up the corpse."