[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner":3,"chapter-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-106":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Nation's Forensic Medical Examiner",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2326801,4551,"Chapter 106","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-106",106,"\u003Cp>One-piece disposable suit, 3M mask, two layers of rubber gloves…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan dressed fully and arrived at the autopsy room; Li Zhen stared at him in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he’d seen a tightly wrapped corpse walking in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For highly decomposed bodies, I just wear a disposable protective suit,” Li Zhen said. “Your Ningtai County must be rich.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disposable one-piece suit is the same kind worn by the “Big Whites” during the mask era—each set costs over a hundred yuan to purchase, comfortable and offering extremely strong protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to a disposable protective suit, a disposable one-piece suit is like being guarded by a hundred and five strong men, covered head to toe in muscle, bursting with security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While a disposable protective suit is like being guarded up close by Sun Erniang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since leaders rarely step onto the autopsy table, most purchases focus mainly on disposable protective suits. Only when a leader is willing to go to the front line will some units buy a few disposable one-piece suits for the leader’s use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan, wearing a filtered mask, mumbled: “I bought these myself—ordered online a couple days ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You paid for them yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Li Zhen looked utterly confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan gave him a disgusted look. “I don’t want corpse fluid on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what if it gets on you? What’s the big deal?” Li Zhen paused, then asked cautiously: “Are you dating someone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan was momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhen hurried on: “You should’ve said so earlier!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to push Jiang Yuan away, but this young man was surprisingly strong—far stronger than this old, gloomy forensic doctor—and Li Zhen couldn’t budge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me handle the body. Hey, being a forensic doctor and dating is tough. Back when I was dating, I bathed all day long, terrified someone would smell something, felt uneasy—because of this job, several girls introduced by relatives broke up with me; they just couldn’t accept it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he suddenly grew nostalgic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once, during a blind date, I met a girl who was incredibly beautiful. At the time, we also ran into a green corpse—my master handled it himself, trying hard not to let me touch it… Still ended in a breakup.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m already dressed, no problem.” Jiang Yuan held up his gloves, without explaining he was single and fast-handed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhen noticed again: “Two layers of rubber? How luxurious…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His innermost layer was plastic—like the gloves used for eating crayfish—cheap, slightly practical, but uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I took two extra boxes and left them in the cabinet. If you need them, just grab one.” Jiang Yuan said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. Disposable items? Who’d waste money on something this expensive? No matter how rich you are, you wouldn’t spend like this.” Li Zhen shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan couldn’t help smiling. “Some luxury clothes are disposable too—can’t be washed, worn once then thrown away. Even swimwear and umbrellas made by them can’t get wet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhen spat: “Then they should make our protective gear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan nodded: “They already do. Prada makes protective suits and masks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At luxury prices?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. One mask can sell for over a thousand yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sometimes I really want to crack open the skulls of those luxury designers, see what’s inside, study what they’re thinking.” Li Zhen finished putting on his gloves, rubbed his hands, and said: “We’re just too remote, not a tourist spot, can’t attract these designers. Otherwise…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Li Zhen was talking, Jiang Yuan had already begun arranging the bones in order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fully skeletonized body, documentation during collection is essential, and placement must follow strict sequence—especially for buried bodies with “graves.” When the person died, the bones were still in normal alignment; collecting them top to bottom already reduces the main burden of reassembly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only minor concern is the position of small bones—like the hyoid bone, hand bones—tiny yet crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, if the hyoid bone is broken, that’s ideal—it suggests death was likely by strangulation, i.e., “mechanical asphyxia” in official terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the tendons and membranes disintegrate, the hand bones break into twenty-seven pieces per hand, totaling fifty-four for both hands. Once muscles and soft tissues vanish, any defensive wounds on the hands can only be determined by the bones’ condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arranging bones is like solving a puzzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone with OCD would find it deeply satisfying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jiang Yuan arranged the bones, he also inspected them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Forensic Doctor Li Zhen helped casually, occasionally chatting with Jiang Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained calm—a forensic doctor has seen too many corpses, just as a teacher has seen too many students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were a fresh corpse, he’d have to turn it over repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turn it over” isn’t metaphorical—it’s literal work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it’s heavy work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A forensic doctor must turn a corpse over and over again—literally, flipping it like an egg on a pan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But corpses are heavy—like flipping an ostrich egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s exhausting. Corpses grow heavier after death, yet to examine the back, check rigor mortis, blood pooling, you must flip them repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this alone, female forensic doctors or older ones truly suffer physically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just turning the corpse is grueling enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with only bones, it’s simple—all numbered. Li Zhen just passed and placed them, and soon they were all set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once arranged, the body somehow felt familiar; Jiang Yuan wasn’t afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sun Jingyi’s bones are arranged. Is it her?” Li Zhen didn’t even bother to look himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already witnessed Jiang Yuan’s “expertise” in forensic anthropology; he didn’t want to embarrass himself, nor waste mental energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this corpse, Jiang Yuan didn’t need to expend much thought either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d reviewed the documents beforehand, compared the bones during collection, and now confirmed: “It’s almost certainly Sun Jingyi. She once broke her tibia while traveling—fell off a horse. Look at the left anterior tibia—this scar is from the fall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhen nodded after checking. “If it’s not a coincidence, we can confirm it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked the family to photograph the X-rays and send them to me. Let me find my phone.” Jiang Yuan reached to remove his gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!” Li Zhen shouted, then opened the door and yelled: “Xiao Wang, come help me check the phone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning back, Li Zhen said solemnly to Jiang Yuan: “Your rubber gloves are all 3M, right? You’d take them off just to check your phone? If I had gloves this good, I’d wash them clean and take them home to sleep with my wife!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow—he’d thought Li the forensic doctor didn’t have a wife, so he must’ve found one after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed: “It’s not that serious…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is serious! How isn’t it? Back then, we reused rubber condoms—washed and reused them. Those were thicker than your gloves, you know? Even a limp cock could be pinched back into shape.” Li Zhen panted: “Now conditions are better, but we still shouldn’t waste. These gloves use so much rubber.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll do one more check.” Jiang Yuan returned obediently to the autopsy table, picked up each bone, examined them one by one, making full use of the two pairs of rubber gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But apart from the tibia, there were no new findings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skeletonized remains differ greatly from fresh corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal forensic doctor examining a fresh corpse rarely gives a negative conclusion—meaning they almost always find the cause of death. But for skeletonized remains, failing to find the cause is normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sun Jingyi’s body showed no bone evidence clearly indicating the cause of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s pause here with the body. Shall we check her personal effects?” Jiang Yuan asked Li Zhen again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your call,” Li Zhen replied, then added: “Want to rest? You’ve been running all day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s look through everything first, then decide whether to rest.” Jiang Yuan was tired too, but he’d traveled so far to Langgu County, endured so much hardship on the Old Hunter’s Trail—all for this case. Resting now felt like a waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhen helped him return the bones to the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan still arranged the bones in order; when he reached the skull, a shiny dumpling rolled into his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Jingyi’s Legacy: Sketching (Lv2)—Sketching was the skill Sun Jingyi practiced longest; she once hoped to use it to enter university, but found art exams equally grueling and failed. Still, she loved drawing daily. She enjoyed sketching outdoors with friends in the mountains; she loved life. Her sketches weren’t skilled, but they felt warm and peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan froze, especially upon hearing “warm and peaceful”—a strange ache rose in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently thanked Sun Jingyi, then gently closed the lid of her bone box.\u003C\u002Fp>",1437,"2026-06-20T18:55:00.150Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fa30f4d807781c7ceba79595cb53d2e6ef4c0f41db2386b2681d2c282e6d5028","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-107","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-105",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-cover.jpg"]