forensic hunter

Work overtime all night.

Hearing Lao Han coughing for a while, Qi Ming poured a glass of water and handed it over. "Take a break, Old Han."

Lao Han took off his gloves and mask, washed his hands with disinfectant, picked up the cup and drank half a cup in one gulp, then sat behind his desk and rubbed his eyes tiredly.Qi Ming tried the side of his neck with the back of his hand, frowning slightly.

"The temperature is high, Lao Han, go back and rest."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Lao Han waved his hand indifferently, "Smoking too much, bronchitis, and it happens every time the season changes."

Qi Ming sighed.Although they understand the dangers of smoking better than anyone else, there are still many forensic doctors who choose to be smokers.One is to cover up the taste, and the other is to calm the mood.Every corpse on the autopsy table was once a fresh life. What the forensic doctor has to face is the final ending of their life, and this ending is usually far from perfect. It is indeed quite difficult to maintain a normal mind .

"Why don't you recruit interns to help you work?" Qi Ming asked.

"Why don't you recruit? The forensic office is solid, and the trainees are fast." Lao Han smiled helplessly, "Usually they leave after following a case. There are very few professionals in forensic medicine, and very few can get started right away. , I want to poach people from other places, the chief of the bureau called our chief to complain about me."

"After my qualification certificate is reviewed, you can relax." Qi Ming patted Lao Han on the shoulder comfortingly.Lao Han was silent for a moment, and said to him: "Mr. Qi, I submitted my retirement application last week. I am too old to work anymore. The volatile smell of disinfectant made me cough up blood when I was irritated."

Qi Ming was startled, and immediately pulled Lao Han up from the chair. "I'll take a picture of you." There was a small X-ray machine on the autopsy table, and he had to see if there was anything growing in Old Han's lungs.

"It's okay, it's nothing serious, don't worry." Lao Han withdrew his hand with a smile, "My wife has also retired and wants to go on a trip... As for me, I have worked in the bureau for 30 years, but I really spend more time with her." It may be less than three months... She has been worrying about the elderly and children in the family all these years, and I owe her too much. Now that you are here, I can hand over this stall with confidence."

After finishing speaking, Lao Han pulled out a pair of gloves again, put on a mask and continued to work.Qi Ming looked at the slightly hunched back of old Han, imagining every detail of him in front of the autopsy table in the past 30 years, and felt a little sad in his heart. Forensic science 30 years ago lacked the assistance of sophisticated instruments, and the cause of death, murder weapon, and pathology and toxicology mostly needed to be judged by experience. An experienced forensic doctor like Lao Han was a living textbook.

Standing beside Lao Han, Qi Ming assured him when the other party looked sideways at him: "Don't worry, Lao Han, I will never disgrace this forensic office."

Old Han Lu's eyes above the mask narrowed slightly with a smile.

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Putting the organized police records on Fade Chen's desk, Luo Jianan pinched the bridge of his nose that was sore from staying up late looking at the computer, picked up the landline and dialed the forensic office.

"Go to have breakfast, I'm so hungry." He said to Qi Ming who answered the phone, "Call Lao Han together."

"Old Han just fell asleep in the lounge, and he has a little fever."

"Ah? Is it serious?"

"Fortunately, I have taken the medicine." Qi Ming tilted his head and clamped the receiver with his shoulder, and continued to record the autopsy report in his hand, "I still have work here, you can eat breakfast by yourself."

"Then I'll bring you and Lao Han one each, steamed buns with soy milk and fried dough sticks, noodles with ravioli and boiled wheat and preserved egg porridge. What do you eat?"

“Coffee and egg sandwich.”

"..." Luo Jianan held back his eyes, "The cafeteria doesn't serve Western-style breakfast. Would you mind replacing the sandwiches with sesame seeds and eggs?"

"No coffee?"

"How many Chinese people get up early to drink that thing? There is milk."

"Then milk, and the egg you mentioned."

"Don't you want fried dough sticks? Milk soaked fried dough sticks are a classic."

"Don't impose your preferences on others."

"Who fed me like a rabbit yesterday?"

"Didn't I feed you steak?"

"Ah, speaking of which, your cooking skills are as good as my mother's."

"I'm busy, hang up first."

There was a "beep" sound from the receiver, Luo Jianan put down the phone, yawned and walked towards the cafeteria. Fifteen minutes later, he walked into the medical examiner's office carrying three bags of breakfast.Qi Ming was still listening to the recording and sorting out the autopsy report when he saw Luo Jianan coming in and turned his head to the side, signaling him to put his breakfast aside.

Not seeing the corpse on the autopsy table, Luo Jianan confidently pulled out a fritter and soaked it in a milk cup, and sat on the chair next to Qi Ming to eat.Qi Ming was distracted by the noise he made, and gave him an annoyed look.Luo Jianan shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, chewing with puffed cheeks.

Finally, a vein popped up on his forehead when Luo Jianan flipped through the plastic bag, Qi Ming raised his hand and pointed to the door: "Go out and eat!"

"I'm done eating." Luo Jianan put the bag containing the milk cup and sesame seed cakes with eggs in Qiming's hand, "You can take a break and finish the meal first. You didn't eat anything last night. This week You're going to have hypoglycemia, and you have to knock Lao Han up to save you."

Realizing that he might be short-tempered due to lack of sleep, Qi Ming waved his hand apologetically: "I can't touch the keyboard and mouse with oily hands."

Luo Jianan turned around and took out two rubber gloves from the cardboard box, and handed them to Qi Ming. "If you wear this, you won't be able to get oil on it."

Although he knew that the other party had good intentions, Qi Ming still threw him out of the office—even if it was brand new, who could eat it while wearing gloves for touching corpses?

Forensic doctors are also human beings, how could they have no taboos at all!

The author has something to say: In the chapter of warmth, high coldness is not the exclusive skill of forensic medicine, look at how cute old Han is~

In fact, Brother Nan still loves his wife very much [No! 】

Because I have been busy recently, I can only compress the number of words in each chapter in order to keep updating, please understand

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