There is a countdown on his wrist, and his file had written "natural death" three years ago.
Forensic doctor Ying Huai stood in the autopsy room, looking at the high-pressure bone saw that was slashing at his head. He slowly took off his latex gloves and picked up the translucent gray scalpel.
Dozens of teeth on the bone saw shattered.
In this world eroded by high-dimensional rules, causal chains will rot into monsters, and dead accounts can grow flesh and blood to launch attacks. The General Administration of Liquidation calls these "lesions" - Ying Huai also calls these patients.
Mount physical lies, derail the absolutely sterile field; clamp the causal artery, and bluntly dissect the lesion core. As long as they enter his operating room, no matter whether it is a cruel distortion auditor or a very serious patient that even the General Administration dares not touch, they all have to cooperate in debridement.
"In my operating room, the General Administration of Liquidation's budget is not as effective as my doctor's orders."
When the General Administration came to the door with his death file, Ying Huai took out the scalpel from the pocket of his white coat.
He is a dead man. But there are still accounts to be settled.
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