National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 64 - 63 Peaceful Years

As Doctor Wu raised his voice and gestured, the detectives who saw him immediately set aside their tasks and encircled like a net.

The man’s forehead was engorged with blood and he became even more agitated: “I don’t want a forensic doctor to bandage me.

Let me go, I’ll get an assessment somewhere else.”

However, all he could do at that point was to struggle in the embrace of the detectives.

Like a shrimp grasped by crab pincers.

Doctor Wu hadn’t expected this turn of events but watched Jiang Yuan with a mild gaze.

The man’s emotions were clearly off, as he began to resist again: “I won’t do it, won’t do it.

I have the freedom not to.”

“Stop moving.

Keep it up and I’ll slap a handcuff on you.” The detectives weren’t as gentle as Doctor Wu, their voices rougher.

The injured man couldn’t break free no matter how much he struggled, his strength waning.

He sighed deeply and simply sat down on the floor, defiantly saying, “I came here to have my injuries examined after being hit by a car.

You must all be in this together…

this is injustice, injustice…”

“Move him into the room.

I’ll call Captain Lu.” Wu Jun, with his extensive experience, knew that the more a person made a scene, the more likely they were hiding something.

Jiang Yuan followed the other two detectives, helping to carry the man to the injury assessment room.

Not long after, the leader of the Criminal Science and Technology Squadron, Lu Jianfeng, rushed over excitedly.

When Lu Jianfeng started his career, it was at the height of the new drug boom.

He established Ningtai County’s drug testing laboratory and played a significant role in bringing down several drug traffickers.

But ultimately, Ningtai County was just a small town with limited consumption power.

After the peak period of new drugs had passed and a few rounds of intensive screening were conducted, the drug testing laboratory had less and less business.

Lu Jianfeng, the squadron leader, almost became a community anti-drug ambassador.

Finding it difficult to come across a suspected drug user, Lu Jianfeng hurried over with a large box.

Nodding to Wu Jun and Jiang Yuan from his squad, he enthusiastically took out an assortment of variously packaged rapid test kits.

Then, Lu Jianfeng picked out a square kit among the many rapid test kits, with an earnest look that resembled a regular at a hotel who hadn’t been there in weeks.

“Let’s start with a simple one, these are pretty straightforward,” Lu Jianfeng said as he tore off the square box’s wrapper.

On it, three sets of words read “Positive,” “Negative,” and “Invalid,” each corresponding with a tic-tac-toe-like pattern of squares.

Below that were rows of small text labeling: “Morphine,” “Methamphetamine,” “Ecstasy,” “Ketamine,” “Cannabis.”

Lu Jianfeng, smiling, said, “Just need a urine sample and we can begin.

If not, we’ll test hair, and if you dispute it, we can test a blood sample…”

“I really haven’t taken drugs.” The man with the gashed forehead became increasingly anxious and angry, exclaiming, “I just wanted to scam some money, is this necessary?

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Really necessary?”

“Let’s have it then,” Lu Jianfeng laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

Considering the man was babbling but had no smell of alcohol on his breath, it suggested Jiang Yuan’s judgment was likely accurate.

In no time, Lu Jianfeng merrily began to test the urine, akin to how a pregnancy test is conducted.

The injured man, sweaty hands clenched, sat on the chair refusing to speak.

It didn’t take long for the results to appear.

“Methamphetamine, huh,” Lu Jianfeng sighed.

“You’re a bit unoriginal.

To still be using meth now, and without even a single friend to join you.”

“You…

you tested wrong…” The injured man looked as if he would never lie down in a coffin even if he saw one.

Lu Jianfeng didn’t mind and said, “If the test is wrong, then just test it again.

If that doesn’t work, we’ll draw blood.

I think you’re hallucinating, man.

You got high and came to the police station to swindle us?”

“I’m out of money.” The man with the broken forehead wasn’t very convinced.

“Ran out of money and came to the police station, huh, this isn’t the first time we’ve come across this.” A detective next to him chuckled: “So this is ours now?

Come on, let’s move to another spot.”

This officer was from the third squadron, and at the moment, he seemed to have hit the jackpot, warmly taking the arm of the man with the broken forehead, and giving Wu Jun a series of thanks.

Doctor Wu said, “It was Jiang Yuan who noticed it.

The kid has a sharp eye, otherwise, he might have gotten away.”

The officer thanked Jiang Yuan as well: “Doctor Jiang is amazing.

Thanks a lot.”

Catching a drug user now was an incredibly fortuitous event, and everyone felt boundless joy.

Jiang Yuan courteously smiled, like a newcomer to the professional world.

After he returned to the office in the evening glow, he stuffed a pack of Soft Zhonghua cigarettes from his drawer into his master’s hands.

…

After work, Jiang Yuan rode his little electric scooter home.

Following the river, the shadows of the trees retreated, the evening breeze caressed his face, and the passing time was beautifully serene.

It wasn’t until he reached Jiangcun Residential Area and got close to the local convenience store that the mix of greetings and curious noisy voices forced him to stop.

“I was out on a trip,” Jiang Yuan couldn’t disclose the specifics to everyone, so he explained it this way.

“You have to travel for your job as a forensic doctor?” Auntie Thirteen shouted from her shop: “Is it someone from our county who died somewhere else?”

“It’s not exactly like that,” Jiang Yuan replied, and then pondered to himself: to his own surprise, Auntie Thirteen’s guess was somewhat accurate.

Uncle Six’s wife then said, “How many days has it been since Jiang Yuan has been home?

A long trip, was it?”

She was from his grandfather’s generation, and Jiang Yuan stopped and said, “About two weeks.”

“Then you dissect one body a day, that’s over a dozen people dead in these two weeks?” Uncle Six’s wife exclaimed, “No wonder you’ve been so busy.”

“There haven’t been that many deaths,” Jiang Yuan said with a laugh.

“Then why haven’t you been home for so many days?” Uncle Six’s wife frowned.

Jiang Yuan’s voice got softer, “Yes, it has been pretty busy.”

“You’re a forensic doctor, isn’t it all about dissecting bodies?” Uncle Six’s wife continued to inquire, with people around her nodding in agreement.

Jiang Yuan was caught off guard and said, “It’s not just about dissecting bodies.”

“Didn’t you finish Uncle Seventeen’s body in one day?

In over ten days, don’t you have to handle over a dozen bodies?” Uncle Six’s wife easily completed the logical loop, tapping on the door of the convenience store with a knowing look.

The crowd gathered around Uncle Six’s wife and began wildly speculating:

“A couple rented my house a few days ago, agreed on everything, and then vanished, not answering calls.

Who knows if they’re dead.”

“Don’t mention it, the other day I went to the market, and an old lady who sold fruit had it all rotten.

When I went back, she was gone, don’t know if she’s dead too.”

“My husband went out to play cards yesterday and hasn’t come home yet, also don’t know if he’s dead.”

Taking advantage of the heated conversation among the crowd, Jiang Yuan continued pedaling his little electric scooter.

Looking at the building of his home from a distance, he felt a warm familiarity.