Forensic doctor Su Qingman, who returned from studying abroad, encountered difficulties during his first autopsy.
The deceased was a quartermaster, and the scene was handled extremely professionally with almost no flaws.
Colonel Lu Zhengye of the Military Region personally supervised the case and looked at it carefully: "Miss Su, the anatomy learned abroad has come in handy now."
Her fingertips traced the tiny burn marks under the ribs of the corpse, and she raised her eyes to meet his suspicion: "Colonel Lu, the bullet entry point is in the back, but your man reported that he was shot in the front - is someone lying, or is your soldier supposed to go back to the military academy to retrain?"
He came closer, and a shadow enveloped her slender but straight spine: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth. Miss Su, the model of the Browning in your bag matches the wound."
She chuckled, and the slit of her cheongsam shone with cold light: "Do you want a gun test? Why don't you first explain why you smell of the same special gunpowder as the deceased?"
In troubled times, conspiracies lurk. She cuts through the fog with a scalpel, and he breaks the situation with gunfire.
Until he was ordered to leave the front line and put the blood-stained pocket watch into her palm: "Wait until I come back, Qingman."
Later, the good news spread throughout the city, and the list of dead was like snowflakes.
Her cheongsam still changes every day, and the gun she gave him has never left her body.
People say that Su Forensic Doctor is waiting for a hero who will never return.
She rubbed her pocket watch and looked at the endless crowds of people at the train station - some agreements had nothing to do with life or death.
