Chapter 537

Performing autopsies, I'm a professional.

Lin Dongfan gave an evil smile; the whole autopsy process emphasized being recklessly bold—ah, no, it emphasized being completely unrestricted!

Soon after.

The 'corpse' under the white cloth seemed to awaken from sleep; its body twitched slightly, obviously trying to suppress its movements, yet unable to stifle the stress response born of biological instinct.

Preliminary assessment: this is a female corpse.

Fan Ye's autopsy actions could only be described as 'unprofessional' in three words, but that didn't stop Fan Ye from smiling.

Several minutes later...

The 'corpse' on the mortuary table finally came back to life, emitting an involuntary sound.

That was a woman's voice.

What does "professional" mean?

Fan Ye bent down.

He moved to roughly the "head" position, almost teasing the white cloth: "This... uh... ghost, since you've come back to life, won't you get up?"

"!!!"

The motionless "A Piao" lying there had a red face under the white cloth—whether it was anger or embarrassment, only she herself knew.

Lin Dongfan put his hand to his nose and sniffed.

A fishy smell.

He wiped his hands with the white cloth and then laughed, saying, "Enough already, do you want me to examine the corpse again?"

"Hmph! Shameless wretch!"

As soon as his words fell, the motionless "A Piao" finally sat up, the white cloth on her flung to the ground.

They both stared at Lin Dongfan, a mix of shame and anger.

Wanting to curse.

For a moment, she was also at a loss for words.

She had thought this jerk who offended her was a big-bellied, thick-waisted oily bureaucrat, but she never expected him to be such a handsome, three-dimensional hunk.

She asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

"Chief of the Anti-Corruption Bureau of Baiyue Province—Lin Dongfan."

While chatting and laughing, Lin Dongfan reached out again, lifting her chin to examine her closely.

Xiang Wen Ting!

As the top star of the province Renmin Yiyuan, she really does look good—her features are exquisite, even her angry look is so pretty, no wonder she had Director He and Chief Wei bewitched.

Lin Dongfan narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Your makeup is well done, your complexion deathly pale—it fits the atmosphere here. But your composure isn't great; how would a corpse make that kind of sound? Not professional at all."

"!!!"

Speaking of making a sound, Xiang Wen Ting's face flushed again.

She steadied herself.

With a half-smile, she threatened Lin Dongfan: "I'm not interested in flirting with you—let me go! Otherwise, I'll sue you for molestation!"

"I was just examining the corpse, merely not very professional."

Lin Dongfan solemnly emphasized: "Without evidence, so-called molestation doesn't exist. Don't spout nonsense about it—be honest and upright."

"Honest? All I see is you being shameless."

Xiang Wen Ting glanced at Lin Dongfan's right hand, then chuckled lightly: "Want evidence? Believe it or not, I could chop off your hand right now and take the evidence anytime!"

"Really?"

Lin Dongfan took off his coat and tossed it aside.

He rolled up his sleeves.

He flexed his arm strength, showing off his solid biceps.

And he let out a regretful sound: "Grandpa has two hobbies: racing and boxing; I once had a record of taking on ten opponents. How could you chop off my hand?"

"!!!"

Faced with those handsome muscles, Xiang Wen Ting was speechless—this wasn't exactly the male god she'd dreamed of? Why is her life so miserable…

Xiang Wen Ting closed her eyes and turned her head away.

She let out a sorrowful sound: "Do you really have to arrest me?"

"I must arrest you."

Lin Dongfan nodded noncommittally.

Xiang Wen Ting then turned back, her eyes full of resentment, gazing pleadingly at Lin Dongfan: "Can't you give me a chance? I'm not that bad-looking, am I?"

Lin Dongfan nodded: "You're really very handsome."

Xiang Wen Ting's eyes lit up; she flipped back her hair, sitting on the mortuary table striking all kinds of poses: "Using hands is boring—if you want me, from now on I'll be yours."

That seductive pose—whoever sees it can't hold back.

Lin Dongfan took out a cigarette, lit one, first taking a puff to calm his nerves: "I'll say it again—I was just examining the corpse; that's a very sacred act."

Seeing Lin Dongfan not taking the hint, Xiang Wen Ting's face darkened with anger.

She jumped off the bed, staring at Lin Dongfan up close: "What did I ever do to offend you? You insist on playing rough and killing me!"

At this moment, the distance between them was only ten centimeters.

Lin Dongfan, looking into her clear, mirror-like pupils, saw a handsome, suave man—he never expected she'd have already placed this handsome hunk in her heart so quickly.

"Sinful!"

Being handsome really does invite romantic disaster.

Lin Dongfan shook his head regretfully, took a slow drag of his cigarette, then exhaled slowly: "You haven't offended me, and I don't have a habit of killing people violently. But you're really hateful. Huang Xiuju spent everything to treat her son's illness, ended up losing all her wealth, and in the end her son's life wasn't saved—he died on the operating table."

Speaking of this, Lin Dongfan's expression turned solemn.

He stared fixedly at Xiang Wenting's eyes, solemnly and sternly criticizing: "You, as an attending physician, not only failed to give the family a proper explanation, but you also sent Huang Xiuju to prison! Could you really do such a heinous act? Have you ever considered putting yourself in her shoes—if you were Huang Xiuju, how would you go on living?"

……!!!

Xiang Wenting lowered her head after being scolded.

After Along silence, she finally spoke: "Regarding the death of Huang Xiuju's son, I am indeed responsible. At first I also wanted to actively resolve this matter, to compensate whatever amount was needed. But this matter…… I cannot decide on my own."

"What do you mean by that?" Lin Dongfan snapped sternly: "Speak plainly!"

Xiang Wenting replied solemnly: "Director He did not agree to my admitting the surgical error; he said it would affect the hospital's reputation, and the key was that he feared blame from the regulatory authorities, so…… that series of events followed. None of this is the outcome I wanted to see. Huang Xiuju was arrested, and I feel terrible about it as well."

"Are you putting on an act with me here?" Lin Dongfan wondered.

Xiang Wenting gave a bitter smile: "You can go investigate; if I utter even half a lie, may I be struck by lightning. For the sake of promotion, I have indeed done some dishonorable things. But regarding matters on the operating table, I have not gone so far as to play with human lives. Huang Xiuju's son died on the operating table because he concealed his family's medical history. He had a cardiovascular condition, which he did not mention before the surgery, leading to an irreversible mishap during the operation."

"Does Huang Xiuju know that her son has a cardiovascular condition?" Lin Dongfan pressed.

Xiang Wenting shook her head: "She is just a rural village woman with limited medical knowledge, so she likely was unaware. In her understanding, as long as there are no symptoms, there is no illness."

"Then your statement is wrong; since she didn't know, you cannot say she concealed her family's medical history. The responsibility still lies with you—you failed to conduct a thorough examination before the surgery." Lin Dongfan said.

Xiang Wenting frowned slightly: "Yes, it is my responsibility; I already said earlier, it's not that I don't want to bear the blame for the surgical error, but the hospital administration does not allow me to admit fault."

"But you chose to flee today—don't you find that contradictory?" Lin Dongfan wore a look of contempt.

Xiang Wenting replied confidently: "The surgical error alone would not land me in prison. My flight has nothing to do with the surgical error."

"Understood, it's a power-for-sex transaction."

Lin Dongfan pulled out his handcuffs, seized Xiang Wenting's wrist, cuffed her, and said: "Come back with me first to settle the matter clearly."