Rebirth: A Female Forensic Doctor

"Anatomy?"

In Xia Dong's office of the forensic team, Hong Ying suddenly stood up and looked at Ye Fan with a pair of blood-red eyes. His face lost the kindness and sunshine in the past, and his brows showed a bit of violence. He gritted his teeth and said

: "My eldest brother has died so miserably, and you still want to dissect me? Ye Fan, even if my eldest brother offended you, he is already dead, why are you still unwilling to let him go? Why is Ayu treating you like this?"

Okay, you..."

"Shut up." Hong Wuxing shouted to Hong Ying calmly.

"Uncle." Hong Ying called out dissatisfied.

Hong Wuxing didn't look at him. He turned to look at his younger brother who was sitting silently next to him. He had been like this since he learned that the Hong family inherited the 'hanging door' last night. It made him worried. He would rather have him cry and scream.

It's better to vent it out than to hold it in your heart until it hurts internally.

"A Kun, you decide this matter." Hong Wuxing gritted his teeth and said, if he didn't want A Yi to perform an autopsy, he would still stand by him even if he tried to disobey Ye Zu's wishes.

Hong Wukun lowered his head, sat still, and said nothing for a long time. The eyes of everyone in the room fell on him. After a while, he slowly raised his head, his face was deathly silent, and he looked at Hong Ying and said: "Ah

Ying, you go out first."

"Dad..." Hong Ying frowned, retracted his unspoken words under his gaze, glared at Ye Fan, and went out with anger.

Ye Fan turned around and said to Captain Chang and Xia Dong: "Team Chang, Senior Xia, please go out and wait for me."

Captain Chang and Xia Dong looked at Hong Wukun, said nothing, nodded, and left the office.

When there were only three of them in the office, Hong Wukun suddenly knelt down towards Ye Fan.

"Second Uncle Hong." Ye Fan was not prepared for his sudden move. He was startled and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Hong Wukun knelt still, pressed Ye Fan's arm with both hands, raised his head, the canthus of his eye was cracked, blood oozing out, and his voice was hoarse: "Hong Wukun didn't know that Ye Zu was the ancestor of my Hong family before, and he spoke lies and licentiousness.

You are a fool and deserve to die."

Ye Fan used the force of his counter-pressure to gently lift the person up from the ground, helped him sit back on the sofa, sighed and said: "Second Uncle Hong, don't say that, in Ye Fan's heart,

You are Brother Lu's uncle, you are my uncle, Ye Zu died thousands of years ago, you really don't need to..."

"Ye Zu." Hong Wuxing had already anticipated Hong Wukun's actions and did not stop him. However, when he heard Ye Fan repeating his old tune again, he couldn't help but interrupt her and quickly knelt down on one knee to apologize.

After Ye Fan finished supporting this one, he turned around to help the other one. He touched his forehead helplessly and sighed. It was really hard for her to understand how deep the faith they talked about was something that was deeply rooted in their bones and blood.

Thousands of years have passed, and she is no longer the same Ye Zu. Why can they still respect her, a junior, like a god, and respect her without any limits?

Even when he first found out who the "hanging door" was, Hong Wukun, his attitude towards her completely changed. She could feel the faith derived from his kneeling.

Having no choice but to compromise, Ye Fan stopped talking. She stood in front of them, suppressing them and not letting them kneel down at every turn, and talked about Hong Yi's case.

"Hong Yi's case is very complicated. The murderer also killed another woman before killing him. It was the woman that the police suspected Hong Yi had killed. She was killed with the same cruel method. The murderer was very cautious and left almost no trace at the scene.

If you want to find out the murderer as soon as possible, you must perform an autopsy and conduct a deeper autopsy."

Logically speaking, there are some things that should not be said to the victim's family, but Ye Fan still said it: "I did Hong Yi's autopsy, and I found something on his body. Before he died, he burst out with internal energy and injured himself.

When it comes to the murderer, he most likely swallowed something into his body."

Hearing what Ye Fan said, Hong Wukun raised his eyelids, opened his mouth and said, "Ye Zu, I agree to the dissection."

"..." Ye Fan was ready for him to refuse. After all, she could see how much he loved his son Hong Yi. Unexpectedly, he agreed after she said a few words.

"Everyone is dead, and all that's left is a body." Hong Wukun tugged at the corner of his mouth, making a curve that was even more ugly than crying, "What's more, it was the clues A Yi left for us before he died. I

This father cannot hold him back, as long as the murderer can be found, I will agree to anything."

Ye Fan took a deep look at him, turned around, took a document from the table and handed it to him: "This is the anatomy consent form."

Hong Wukun took it over, picked up the pen and signed the consent form without hesitation, and then handed it over to Ye Fan, his hands shaking all the time.

Ye Fan took it, looked at the somewhat crooked signature, then looked up at his gray hair, which was ten years older than yesterday, and the lifeless look on his face, pursed his lips, and suddenly said: "Second Uncle Hong, what do you want?"

Take care of yourself, Hong Yi cares about you very much."

Hong Wukun's originally lifeless face suddenly shook, his pupils suddenly widened, and with red eyes he leaned forward and grabbed Ye Fan's hand, until the veins on the back of his hand popped out, and his voice was trembling with excitement: "Ye, Ye Zu,

What do you mean by this? You can see A Yi, right?"

"Yes." Ye Fan nodded without hiding anything.

Hong Wukun wanted to kneel down to Ye Fan again, but was stopped by an invisible force. He could only hold her hand tighter, and kept kowtowing and begging: "Ye Zu, please, let me

See Ah Yi once, just once, please."

"Second Uncle Hong, please calm down first." Ye Fan winked at Hong Wuxing and asked him to comfort Hong Wukun, and then said: "When the real murderer is brought to justice, if possible, I will let you meet him."

"Thank you, thank you Ye Zu." The tears that Hong Wukun had been holding back for so long finally fell. Once vented, he couldn't stop crying anymore.

Ye Fan gave him the tissue, and at the same time took out a Concentration Talisman and shook it in front of his head. The Concentration Talisman burned without fire and turned into a stream of green smoke that flew into his head.

His head, which had been hazy since last night, suddenly became clear and he vented his anger again. Hong Wukun's spirit seemed much better.

After his emotions calmed down, Ye Fan didn't know when, holding a notebook and a pen in his hand, he asked: "Second Uncle Hong, I have a few questions about Hong Yi that I want to ask you."

Hong Wukun wiped his face with both hands and said in a hoarse voice: "Master Ye Zu, please ask."

"Seven years ago, that is, in 2012, Hong Yi was still studying at University A. Do you know if anything special happened to him that year?" Ye Fan asked.

"2012?" Hong Wukun recalled it, his brows furrowed deeply.

"It may have something to do with a girl." Ye Fan reminded.

The confusion in Hong Wukun's eyes dissipated, a strange color appeared, and he blurted out: "Could it be her?"