Others Engage in Espionage, I Rely on Corpses to Pass on Secret Information

I, the genius forensic doctor of the 21st century, have become the worst cannon fodder in the Republic of China. My stepmother wanted to sell me for a wedding. The military commander said I was an underground party member, and the underground party members said I was a military commander. It wasn't until all forces gathered in Shanghai that they discovered that there was no secret under my scalpel. And my real contact person turned out to be the vendor who brought me wontons every day. "Comrade, the last task the organization gives you is to stay alive."