[{"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-62":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},2326757,4551,"Chapter 62: Since You","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>“Minor injury, grade two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wu Army’s conclusion matched Jiang Yuan’s guess exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a straightforward judgment: no matter where your hairline used to be, it’s gone now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it’s gone, you can only go by the standard three-part division—shaving your head won’t help; the hairline still exists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come back to pick up the report later. It won’t be ready today.” Wu Jun pointed out the window. “Come here directly tomorrow and just call the phone on the wall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.” The injured party agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The injured party’s mother still looked reluctant. “Minor injury grade one is more serious than grade two, right? Can’t you rate it as grade one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t be rated that high.” Wu Jun pointed to the injury. “It’s barely meeting the standard for minor injury grade two. If you think it’s unfair, go get another evaluation in the city.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His head was split open—you didn’t see how it looked, blood was everywhere.” The mother pulled out her phone, trying to show Wu Jun videos and photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The injury assessment standards focus solely on the area and severity of the wound; blood loss isn’t considered. Moreover, the difference between minor injury grade one and two is minimal in court—it’s all about the circumstances. Your videos and photos are more useful for the investigating officers or the prosecutor than for us.” Wu Jun finally persuaded them out with patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they were gone, Wu Jun exhaled and turned to Jiang Yuan, who had remained silent. “See how I handled that? I kept my attitude firm but my tone soft. For ordinary families, injury assessments are a big deal—most are frantic and anxious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan understood: “Those coming for injury assessments are usually still in the middle of a case. Many already carry a full load of anger they want to vent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly.” Wu Jun slapped his thigh. “As forensic pathologists, we can be tough during autopsies, but when doing injury assessments, we need to understand human nature.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan chuckled. “So even forensic pathologists have complicated doctor-patient relationships.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pure pathology work is simpler—we don’t have the conditions for that in our small county.” Wu Jun tapped the table twice. “Besides, the people we deal with in injury assessments are far more complex than patients doctors see. Patients threatening to hit a doctor are just bluffing; the ones we assess have just been in a fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or been hit.” Jiang Yuan said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least they’ve gotten bolder and picked up some forensic clinical knowledge—they know exactly where to hit you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan fell silent, but after thinking it over, he realized Wu Jun was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jun sat down at the computer and began filling out forms, then called Jiang Yuan over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Modern injury assessment reports are printed on computers and then stamped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jun filled in the blank fields with the injured party’s name, age, ID number, and finally wrote in the assessment opinion box: “In summary, the injury assessment of Li Bingxiu is classified as minor injury, grade two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the printer whirred to life, the first half of the injury assessment was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan finished his thoughts and asked: “So, where should you hit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Wu Jun, older and slower, couldn’t keep up with Jiang Yuan’s sudden leap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When fighting, where should you hit to get a better injury assessment?” Jiang Yuan rephrased the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jun didn’t think twice. “Thick flesh—belly, butt, that sort of thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s like kids fighting,” Jiang Yuan shook his head. “Normal people don’t fight like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… if you want to distinguish from kids…” Wu Jun thought seriously. “Grab the opponent’s body, pin them between your thigh and elbow, then hit the butt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still a kid’s trick… oh!” Jiang Yuan suddenly realized and gave Wu Jun a thumbs-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock knock knock!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A police officer led someone in. “Officer Wu, someone’s here for an injury assessment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Wu Jun had just gotten up—he sat back down and let the man in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a traffic accident. Take a look. I’m off.” The officer waved and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man, about fifty or sixty, entered, glanced around, then leaned on the table. “I got hit by a car. The driver won’t pay. Should I come to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We only do injury assessments—determining the severity of your injuries. First, fill out this form.” Wu Jun gave a brief explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man grumbled as he filled out the form, groaning all the while: “I got hit by a car—I’m dizzy, my head hurts, I can’t sleep at night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head? Where? Let me see.” Wu Jun put on gloves and stood up after the man finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right here. Right here.” The man pointed to his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. Sit still.” Wu Jun gently held his head, turned it left and right, pressed gently. “No external injury, no swelling…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man suddenly stood up. “A big car hit me straight on—how could there be no injury? How could I not be hurt? I can’t sleep from the pain at night!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forensic assessments only cover objective injuries—like external wounds. Your headache or dizziness are subjective feelings; they can’t be used to determine injury level.” Wu Jun explained patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man frowned. “So it has to have a wound, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pretty much.” Wu Jun noticed the man’s emotions rising and stood up. “Let me check your eardrums—see if there’s any damage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay.” The man sat up straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jun took an otoscope, bent down, and examined the man’s ear canal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eardrums are intact. No injury.” Wu Jun stated honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stared at Wu Jun, frowned, stood up abruptly, and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jun, worried, pulled Jiang Yuan and followed at a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a few steps away, still inside the annex building, the man broke into a run, then slammed his head hard against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact made a loud thud. He held the wall with both hands and slammed his head three more times—blood immediately streamed down his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four impacts left the man dizzy and disoriented; Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun were equally stunned, too late to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want an external wound? Easy enough!” The man muttered, staggering toward the injury assessment room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept his head down, hand pressed to his forehead, steps unsteady, emotions heightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed the stunned Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun, he reached out and shoved them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…” Wu Jun grabbed his hand but didn’t know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met. Wu Jun’s were full of awe; the man’s expression shifted repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone felt awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’m going back.” The man, now with a split forehead, ultimately bore it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuan, just returned from Changyang City and still mentally at peak alertness, suddenly grabbed the man’s other hand and said warmly: “You’re here already—why not get a drug test before you leave?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1136,"2026-06-20T18:55:00.150Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c98831064f73906ed739da8293f4407d763d7c88196e97bef275b7c0edec02d2","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-63","the-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-chapter-61",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-nation-s-forensic-medical-examiner-cover.jpg"]