The Little Forensic Doctor Starts by Dissecting the Secrets of the Wealthy Daughter

What is it like to be obsessed with a wealthy daughter who has just come back to life from the autopsy table? The experience is: My instant noodles were replaced by top-quality Wagyu beef, my old Jetta was replaced by a world-limited sports car, and there was also a charming flight attendant who drove a private jet who insisted on being my driver, euphemistically called witness protection. Oh, by the way, there was also a cool illustrator who only smiled at me and said that my brain structure was the most beautiful piece of art she had ever seen. And, of course, there are the wave after wave of killers who want to silence me forever. They all thought that I was a lucky man who saved a thousand pieces of gold through luck and flew to the branches. Only I know that it all started when I closed the door of the anatomy room and said the first words to the corpse: Stop pretending, I know you're still alive. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.