National Forensic Doctor

Chapter 1387: Chapter 1311: This Is What God Jiang Is Like

The sensation of cutting fat and muscle is remarkably different.

If the knife is sharp, cutting muscle provides a quick, clean feeling, not hard at all. The muscles of a drug-fueled fitness champion have a similar texture. With a swift stroke of a fast knife, it’s just like slicing through A4 paper, only the body reacts after the cut is complete.

However, a quick knife does not cut fat the same way. Fat is greasy or sticky; even with a sharp knife, the fat clings to both sides, sticking the blade and making it harder to cut through, requiring more force.

While the surgical knife is thin and sharp, one cannot use brute force, as it might break, not only causing injury but also disrupting the forensic results.

Thus, when dealing with a heavyset politician, a single person’s autopsy would be exhausting. It’s best to have someone hold the cut fat apart, the lead forensic only needing to make a gentle cut, then an assistant pulls it apart, repeating this process. It’s akin to the effort of wiping, with the core of the action emphasizing being light and clean while the peripheral requires effort.

This also is a unique pleasure for senior forensic doctors; the more people assisting in the task, the more satisfying it becomes.

It’s ideal to make one cut and immediately clamp it open with two assistants, then make another cut, while one or two more people assist, making the action particularly smooth and satisfying.

During such times, even usually reluctant forensic doctors favor making a cut.

Of course, no one enjoys the later part of extracting the heart and soul.

Due to the thick layer of fat, and since it cannot be fully removed, one must reach in with an arm to pry it out. If the fat is four-fingers thick, you need to stretch your arm four-fingers deep. The taut arm must rub against the taut internal organs, known to be as thick as that of pigs with an 18% body fat limit, but merely the starting point for ordinary humans since men’s abs become visible with body fat below 15%...

The recently deceased politician’s body was still warm, resembling the thermal state of beef favored by Twin Ponytails District, and the organs were in good condition, except for a decomposed pancreas, the rest were fine. Jiang Yuan let Jacob extract and weigh them all together, sampling the apex blood for analysis.

While Jacob was busy, Jiang Yuan’s focus was on the neck of the body.

A reverse grip cut is undeniably cool, but in the case of a casual slice, the angle and force reveal the moment of the cut, the positional relationship between the killer and victim.

Often, if it’s determined both were standing, this allows a forensic doctor to deduce the attacker’s height and reach.

However, this victim wasn’t standing straight when cut, so Jiang Yuan deduced based on the known attacker height, thus estimating how much their knee bent...

It’s just not useful.

Most data from criminal identification are indeed useless. But like a barrage, you don’t know which shell ends up effective.

Hitting with a sniper’s precision is commendable, but ultimately an act of last resort.

With resources at disposal, who’d willingly use steely resolve to confront cannons and aircraft?

The autopsy concluded.

Jiang Yuan put down the scalpel, and Jacob immediately stood up, clapping his hands enthusiastically.

"Well done!" Jacob bowed with everyone, even looking up midway to say, "God Jiang’s guidance has been enlightening."

"Uh, it’s not so significant," Jiang Yuan modestly waved with both hands, a bit unused to Jacob’s British demeanor change.

Jacob was unfazed, standing straight before leaning in to Jiang Yuan, whispering, "God Jiang, I was online learning about ceremonial practices of Chinese forensic doctors in the dissection room, if there’s any mistake, please instruct."

Jiang Yuan’s expression shifted from surprise to contemplation, eventually saying, "Perhaps you should first distinguish between Chinese and Japanese styles?"

...

Back at the police station, a gust of cold air blew in as they entered.

Looking around, uniformed officers passed quietly, with the usually bustling hall café nearly deserted, devoid of lively conversation.

Jiang Yuan exchanged glances with Mu Zhiyang, both sensing the peculiar atmosphere.

A similar somber mood occurred in Ningtai County Bureau during Huang Qiangmin’s era, particularly when tough-to-solve major cases surfaced or upper-level deadlines pressured unfruitful investigations.

It’s akin to dwindling business, dropping income, or trailing academic performances, where despite indifferent subordinates or students, capable leaders instill aspirations.

"Has the case evolved?" Jiang Yuan didn’t rush up, instead stopped a familiar face.

He didn’t recall the person’s name, but the other recognized Jiang Yuan immediately and, after a slight hesitation, said, "The director identified a suspect, but during the arrest, faced resistance, and now the suspect reportedly escaped."

"What about Ni Cha?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"I’m not sure, off pursuing?"

"Alright, thanks." Jiang Yuan let go of the person and relayed the information to Huang Qiangmin in Chinese.

Huang Qiangmin responded with a couple of nods and picked up his phone, saying, "I’ll call Cui Xiaohu over and ask Chu Guanliang about the situation. You try calling Ni Cha."

Almost as soon as he said it, Ni Cha came rushing down from the second floor. noveldrama

"God Jiang!" Seeing Jiang Yuan, Ni Cha’s excitement was palpable.

Huang Qiangmin intercepted, saying, "We’re ready to leave."

"Hmm?" Ni Cha was taken aback. "Aren’t you too hasty? The case... isn’t it unresolved?"

"Solving the case is one thing, pursuing the fugitive is up to you." After dealing with previous frantic and bloody escapes of younger individuals, Huang Qiangmin was averse to Jiang Yuan handling such cases, especially with evident political entanglements.

"No, no." Ni Cha waved dramatically, saying, "It’s not a chase. We’ve pinpointed the suspect, but now when attempting arrest, we fear insufficient evidence."

Having said this, Ni Cha turned to Jiang Yuan, "I hope you understand. Though personally, I believe the footprint evidence is impeccable and conclusively implicates the suspect. Our director and involved officers concur, but for warrant applications, we need further supporting evidence..."

Ni Cha looked earnestly at Jiang Yuan, explaining while pondering how to elaborate further.

Jiang Yuan gestured dismissively, "Where shall we discuss? With whom?"

"Uh... a few individuals, including prosecutors and officials, in the conference room..."

"Let’s go." Jiang Yuan nodded, bracing for describing evidence, seeing little difference.

Ni Cha eagerly added, "Do you have a plan?"

"Certainly," Jiang Yuan couldn’t help but smile.

By his side, Mu Zhiyang offered a mocking grin.

Upstairs.

Around the conference table, several individuals engaged in heated debate, but upon seeing Jiang Yuan through the transparent doors, halted.

Jiang Yuan entered, prompting someone to rise first, followed by everyone else.

"Mr. Jiang Yuan has new evidence." Worrying about misunderstandings, Ni Cha quickly informed, before introducing, "Let me introduce, this is our renowned prosecutor Yahos... And this is Representative Lazi’s proxy... and here..."

"Excellent." The eager council representative urgently declared, "We were discussing just now... The suspect’s special identity demands substantial evidence for arrest, otherwise, we must unfortunately just watch for now."

Mu Zhiyang interjected, "At least bring them in for questioning..."

"No need to translate that," Huang Qiangmin urged, following the translator’s interpretation before feigning seriousness.

Mu Zhiyang shrugged, smiling as he stepped back.

Jiang Yuan returned to the spotlight.

He wasted no time before addressing everyone, "I’ve just completed the autopsy, to put it simply, during the investigation phase, the judgment based on footprint analysis is supported by autopsy and trace analysis. I can offer additional non-footprint evidence if this suffices..."

This revelation stunned everyone, not only the policemen like Ni Cha but seasoned prosecutors like Yahos as well.

Old memories resurfaced for Ni Cha, who seized the moment to tell his peer, "God Jiang is like this."