Chapter 252: Human Perfume

The next day, no sunshine, still overcast and rainy, just like every case—the ending isn't always going to satisfy everyone.

At the cafeteria for breakfast, Old Liu comforted him and said, "I know it's weighing on you. I asked about the case on my end."

"It's nothing. I've come to terms with it."

"Let me tell you—both of them will be punished. And I got a certification issued over there: the man was also involved in the murder, not just a simple accomplice."

"I know. Because the woman's cause of death was excessive blood loss, but when this man buried her, he was also committing homicide."

"Right."

Both of them got punished—that was the best outcome—and the audience looked completely baffled.

When they learned about the case from last night, they were also quite surprised. Are forensic doctors really this busy?

But in reality, there aren't that many cases in real life. It's just because this is the Fayibu Sect, so everyone gets the feeling that cases happen every day.

Meanwhile, Li Tian came to find Chen Fan with something and said, "Can you take a look at this?"

Chen Fan glanced at the coin and said, "This thing—it came out of a graveyard, didn't it?"

"Yeah, found it over at the market. Someone was selling stuff there, someone bought it, and I managed to get my hands on it."

Chen Fan looked it over from top to bottom and said, "Just arrest them directly. This thing is usually a burial object from a tomb—probably dug out by grave robbers and then sold to someone else."

The four new recruits also got up one after another. Old Liu pulled down the blackboard and said, "Today I'll teach you something new: forensic pathology."

The few of them sat down one after another.

Old Liu brought out a PowerPoint and said, "Beyond solving cases, forensic work actually involves other things too—like disability assessments, for instance, and pathological examinations. Normally, hospitals can do these too, but when a forensic doctor does them, it's for the judicial system."

In the observation room, Qin Ming explained, "This thing is actually requested by the deceased's family. After the hospital issues a death certificate, if the family doesn't agree, they might sue or something, and then the forensic side has to do a second examination. So forensic doctors also need to study pathology."

Teacher He asked, "Forensic doctors are doctors too?"

"No, no, no—we only care about complications, not about treatment."

Old Liu continued, "Xiao Ye's lung infection is mainly caused by pyogenic bacterial infection. The lesion starts in the bronchioles and spreads to the surrounding or peripheral lung tissue, forming a pyogenic inflammation distributed in patches with the pulmonary lobule as the unit. Because the lesion centers on the bronchi, it's also called bronchopneumonia. It's most commonly seen in infants, the elderly, and the frail and sickly. The lesions are mostly located in the lower lobes and dorsal side of the lungs, distributed in patches. The foci are dark red or grayish-yellow, of varying sizes, irregular in shape, and slightly firm in texture. Under the microscope, it's a pyogenic inflammation centered on the bronchioles. The bronchial and bronchiole lumens in the foci contain purulent exudate, and the surrounding alveolar spaces are filled with neutrophils, a few red blood cells, and shed alveolar epithelial cells, with relatively little fibrin."

The few of them listened until their heads were spinning.

Chen Fan said, "Let me give you a simple explanation. You cut the person open, reach your hand in, and squeeze the lung. If it feels like you're holding snow, then it's basically infected."

"If it feels smooth when you squeeze it, or like you're squeezing skin, then there's no problem."

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Pfft—can that really work?

Old Liu said helplessly, "Yeah, your unorthodox tricks are plenty, but what you said is actually pretty accurate. Generally, when you're holding it, if it feels like holding snow, then there really is a problem with the lung."

The few of them stared at Chen Fan, speechless.

Chen Fan said, "Why are you looking at me? This is just a quick way to tell. Are you supposed to wait until you collect blood and run tests? Wouldn't that kill you from exhaustion?"

In the observation room, Zhang Xinyu asked, "Teacher Qin Ming, is what Chen Fan said correct?"

Qin Ming said, speechless, "This is the first time I've heard of it, but it actually does seem to be true. It's just that no one's ever done it—who would care what it feels like when you squeeze it?"

Well, everyone had come to understand Chen Fan's freakishness by now. At this point, everyone was already numb to it.

Old Liu continued talking about body fat and said, "Regarding fat extraction and such, you need to pay attention… this involves a fat-removal method."

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Chen Fan held back his laughter. Everyone looked at Old Liu, not quite understanding what he meant.

Qu Yiling asked, "Teacher, the fat removal you're talking about—is it… human fat?"

"Yes, that's right. What about it? Any problem?"

"No problem, teacher. Please continue."

Teacher He was completely shut down at this point. In the observation room, watching Old Liu's presentation—good lord, this entire lecture is hands-on work.

How can Old Liu say these things so calmly?

Is his heart really that peaceful?

Qin Ming said, "This actually counts as a special case, because only by knowing the method can you not be caught off guard when you encounter it."

"What case?"

Everyone looked at Qin Ming.

Qin Ming said, "There's a foreign movie called Perfume, you've probably all heard of it—that fantasy film about a freak. Of course, that has some artistic license, but in reality, it's not like that. I've actually seen human fat in real life, and the smell is genuinely awful."

Old Liu took out a glass bottle and said, "Smell it for yourselves."

Xiang Qinqin took a sniff and said, "Eh, it's not quite the same smell as the one at my funeral parlor."

The three new recruits all turned to look at Xiang Qinqin at once. Wait—sis, are we really all studying forensics at the same place?

Chen Ti took one whiff and immediately threw up.

He really couldn't take it.

The other two weren't doing well either.

"Remember this smell. If you encounter it at a scene in the future, you can make a judgment in advance. It saves quite a bit of time."

Qu Yiling raised her hand and asked, "Teacher, what's the purpose of us doing this? Is it just to process the scene faster?"

"Ah, yes. Chen Fan's pursuit of efficiency—I think it's pretty good. I looked into it last night and felt that, indeed, it can speed things up. Then everyone would have time to rest, right?"

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At this moment, the screen was filled with question marks.