Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

"I..." Ye Fan's problem was that he hesitated when making a decision and couldn't let it go after making a decision. The worry that was stuck in his heart was suddenly revealed, leaving him speechless.

"Let me ask you again, did you falsify the autopsy report because of our only one-time friendship with my dad, or did you do anything that violated discipline to exonerate my dad?" Ye Fan asked again.

"Of course not. All the forensic work I have done follows the principles of forensic medicine, and I can be responsible for every word in the report." Regarding professional principles, Chu Yichen changed his previous decadence, straightened his back, and looked at

Sparkling, every word is sonorous.

"Then, the palm prints found in your second report do not match those of my father, Ye Weiguo, and then became a strong piece of evidence to remove his suspicion. Is this also based on facts?"

Ye Fan pressed forward step by step, making Chu Yichen and Feng Sen suddenly think they were facing the disciplinary inspection leader.

Chu Yichen couldn't help but sit upright and replied loudly: "Of course, I said that I can be responsible for every word in every report."

Ye Fan took a breath, and the momentum around him disappeared. He held his chin with one hand, blinked his eyes, and suddenly transformed from a 'discipline inspection leader' back to a playful high school student. He raised his lips and smiled: "If you continue like this, why is Brother Chu still there?"

Want to withdraw from the case? You have not violated your duties as a forensic doctor at all. You have seriously and solemnly performed your professional judgment and principles as a criminal investigation forensic doctor."

"You want to say that you violated discipline and forensic duties by giving me the autopsy report in private?"

"However, since you can take responsibility for every word in your report, it means that my father Ye Weiguo is most likely innocent and has nothing to do with the murder of Li Qiaojing. I cannot be regarded as the daughter of a 'murderer', but just

An ordinary high school girl, then I read your autopsy report. Are the consequences as serious as you think? Do you think you have gone too far?"

Chu Yichen opened his mouth and was confused by Ye Fan's sudden series of words. Thinking about it, she seemed to be right. If Ye Weiguo was the suspect in Li Qiaojing's case aside, Ye Fan, a high school girl, didn't seem to be interested in it after looking at the autopsy report.

What impact will it have on the case? But she is not ordinary, but because she is extraordinary, she may be able to see problems that the criminal investigation team cannot see, and maybe it will help solve the case!

Did you really overreact? Was it wrong to no longer participate in the case?

Chu Yichen couldn't help but have doubts about his decision, but he always felt that something was not quite right.

"I once heard a saying that the most sacred interpretation of the most important duty of a forensic doctor is 'to speak for the rights of the living and to speak for the dead.' Brother Chu, as long as you do this, you will be worthy of your heart and worthy of this profession.

Instead of getting hung up on cold rules."

Rights for the living, words for the dead!

These eight words shocked Chu Yichen deeply, leaving him completely speechless.

Ye Fan smiled, then suddenly turned his gaze to Feng Sen, who was a little too quiet, grinned, showing his big white teeth and said: "Captain Feng, do you think I am right?"

Feng Sen, who was quietly watching Ye Fan's performance, didn't expect to be called out coldly. His expression was stunned for a moment. Before he could recover, he subconsciously nodded stupidly.

By the time he came to his senses and wanted to speak, Ye Fan had already made the final decision to Chu Yichen: "Look, even Captain Feng agrees with what I said."

Then Chu Yichen looked at Feng Sen blankly and nodded.

Two men with the same dull expression looked at each other affectionately, with two mosquito coil coils hanging in their eyes, and a few lines of words floating above their heads——

who I am?

Where here?

What am I doing?