National Forensic Doctor

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The hearse pulled the body and ran away quickly, leaving a heavy body on the trolley.

"For forensic medicine, we have to start by moving corpses." Wu Jun put his hands behind his back and said with an unbearable smile on his face: "Your body is really suitable for moving corpses."

His classmates in big cities had already lived a life of freedom in moving corpses twenty years earlier, but Ningtai County was a place that couldn't keep people. The newly recruited forensic doctors came and left, and they left again and again. Throughout the year, he couldn't live without someone moving corpses a few times. The worst luck comes when there is no body when the new medical examiner is here, and only after he leaves does the body come in.

Jiang Yuan pushed the cart and asked curiously: "Doesn't the county bureau have an autopsy room? The kind that turns white when exposed to light..."

"Like the one in the TV series?" Wu Jun shook his head and said: "Rich cities can afford it, so don't even think about it in a small county like ours. When we do autopsies, we not only need an autopsy room, but also an ice coffin and the like. The equipment for storing corpses should be a little more particular. These ventilation equipment and bathrooms must be maintained and managed. It is better to rent a funeral home and the county bureau will provide hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands to complete the autopsy room. ”

"It will be inconvenient to collect evidence and so on."

"Usually just draw some blood and get some stomach contents. In such a big county, you can go as far as you want, and parking is more important." Wu Jun said with a smile and said: "We don't pick the corpses anyway."

Jiang Yuan looked down at his Seventeenth Uncle and thought to himself that Seventeenth Uncle seemed a bit picky when he came to the house during the Chinese New Year. Of course, I probably have no interest in showing off my personality now.

"When you come here again, remember to carry a pack of cigarettes in your pocket, buy some cakes and the like occasionally, and make friends. It will be easier to do things if you get along with the people at the funeral home." Wu Jun walked beside him, pressed the elevator, and lowered his voice. Sheng Sheng taught Jiang Yuan: "Funeral homes are also workplaces."

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "Okay."

Ningtai County Funeral Home has its autopsy room in the basement.

Fortunately, there is an elevator to get up and down, which is quite convenient, but the flashing red fire lights in the dark corridor are a bit intrusive.

There is plenty of light in the room, with large tiles on the floor and small tiles on the walls. In the middle is a stainless steel autopsy table. To the left of the door is a wash basin and a long row of stainless steel cabinets. If you don’t look carefully, I thought it was a kitchen decoration for ordinary people.

At this time, Wu Jun stepped forward to help, pushed the trolley to the side of the autopsy table, stepped on it with his feet, raised the top of the trolley to be level with the autopsy table, and then slowly poured the body onto the autopsy table. He said, "Go and see if the family members are here. If they are, call someone over and do an autopsy."

Jiang Yuan responded, looking straight at Uncle Seventeen.

Uncle Seventeen, who was fat and strong, was now lying on his back on the stainless steel table. His belly was bulging high and shining white. Under the light, you could still see the fine hairs standing up, which made Jiang Yuan feel a little scared for a moment. Panic, more often than not, uncomfortable palpitation.

"The phone is by the door." Wu Jun reminded Jiang Yuan lightly without saying much.

Jiang Yuan looked away, walked to the door, picked up the landline phone, and called out.

In China, autopsies require close relatives to be notified and signed. However, in actual practice, those who come are often non-blood relatives such as brothers-in-law, uncles, or sons-in-law. Occasionally, those who come are immediate relatives. Usually, an extra trash can needs to be prepared. .

After a while, someone was brought in, looking at everything around them in confusion and fear.

"Uncle." Jiang Yuan recognized the person. Calculating, he was the brother-in-law of his seventeenth uncle, who was also the husband of his nineteenth aunt. The two should have met during the ancestral ceremony two years ago.

"Jiang Yuan!" When my uncle saw Jiang Yuan, he was extraordinarily kind. He looked at Jiang Yuan across his uncle's body with emotion-filled eyes: "Your seventeenth uncle left in a hurry. Fortunately, you It's the coroner, make him look nice..."

"Let's start." Wu Jun interrupted the chat between the two, stuffed Jiang Yuan with a full-body surgical suit and asked him to put it on outside the clothes, then took off the white cloth on the body and asked: "Confirm, Is it Jiang Jiancheng himself?"

My uncle retched before saying, "It should be."

"Sign. Also write down your ID number." Wu Jun watched the family members write, then put the documents away, then looked at Jiang Yuan and asked: "Not everyone dares to do an autopsy on someone they know. If you don't want to do it, , also normal.”

"I can." Jiang Yuan had already done some mental preparation before coming in. Now, he has a mixture of emotions in his heart, but he doesn't want to simply retreat.

Wu Jun confirmed again, nodded and said: "You come first."

He also wanted to see Jiang Yuan's ability. If Jiang Yuan couldn't do it anymore or made mistakes, he could give him lessons. The new forensic doctors who came before were all educated in this way by Wu Jun.

Jiang Yuan's expression was serious, slightly nervous and hesitant.

Jiang Yuan himself did not have much experience in autopsy, but in the few practices in school, his performance was praised by the professor and he was called "extremely talented".

If it wasn't Uncle Seventeen's body this time, he might be calmer.

"First check the corpse form." Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, frowned briefly, then became immersed, put a notebook next to him, and while looking at the corpse, said: "The deceased, Jiang Jiancheng, was 50 years old, male. Height is 169 cm, weight is 188 cm... There is a crescent-shaped birthmark on the left hip, about 5 cm long..."

"Then there are general status records. The rectal body temperature is..." Jiang Yuan was busy with his work, writing down the condition of his scalp, baldness, pupils, conjunctiva, nasal cavity, teeth...

Most of the body surface examination was completed on site. Jiang Yuan just read the previous parts step by step. When it came to the conjunctiva, teeth and other parts, he carefully inspected them again.

This approach made Wu Jun quite satisfied. He nodded and said: "It can be done...Have you done any dissection?"

Jiang Yuandao: "I have done several cases in school."

"That's good. In many schools now, students can only do one example."

"I participated in several dissections when I was working on a project with the professor."

"Oh, have you ever opened three cavities?" The three cavities Wu Jun mentioned are the cranial cavity, thorax and abdominal cavity. They wrap the important visceral blood vessels and nerves of the human body and are an important way for forensic pathology to determine the cause of death.

Jiang Yuan answered "yes" and said, "I've done it twice."

"Then you come and do it." Wu Jun handed the scalpel to Jiang Yuan and said: "You may know, but I still remind you, be careful not to cut your own hands when cutting. The temperature in the dissecting room is too low. , the blade is so fast, you won’t even feel it when it first cuts. The criterion is whether there is blood flowing out. The corpse does not bleed, so the only one who bleeds is you..."

Jiang Yuan nodded, looked at the corpse in front of him again, adjusted his posture, picked up the scalpel, lowered the blade, put it against the neck, and drew a straight line to the top of the pubic symphysis...

Uncle Seventeen's body is thick and needs to be cut very deeply, and the fat that comes out is yellow and white.

The extremely long straight incision is extremely long and extremely large, and looks far more cruel than the autopsies in movies and TV shows. This technique is also commonly used by domestic forensic doctors, and is slightly different from the Y-shaped incision in the United States.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yuan began to separate the muscle tissue of the chest, and then moved the knife along the cartilage dividing line connecting the ribs and sternum.

The autopsy had just begun. The nervous uncle took a deep breath, then his expression changed, he turned around and vomited.