Chapter 4 - 4 4 Uncle Seventeen's Legacy

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4: Chapter 4 Uncle Seventeen’s Legacy 4: Chapter 4 Uncle Seventeen’s Legacy Jiang Yuan and Wu Jun’s expressions remained unchanged. Wu Jun merely glanced at the floor to ensure the family member’s vomit hadn’t contaminated it before expressing satisfaction. Meanwhile, Jiang Yuan proceeded to lift the chest cavity and opened up the abdomen, exposing the deceased’s intestines... He worked slowly and methodically. Things learned in school were after all school things, and now, as Jiang Yuan faced his first real-world application, it felt to him like a test as well. Wu Jun assisted with his actions, making notes, but mostly he observed Jiang Yuan’s technique. For Wu Jun at his age, autopsy had become a task of significant physical labor, and he was more than willing to have a new colleague take on the heaviest part of the work. However, he also needed to ensure the job was handed down properly, at the very least so as not to affect the case itself. Seeing Jiang Yuan working smoothly, Wu Jun let him carry on further. Watching Jiang Yuan step by step perform the organ examinations on the deceased, removing each organ after inspection, weighing it, and then moving on to extract tissue samples for subsequent lab tests. In the end, after all organs had been removed, both men breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll cut the stomach now,” Jiang Yuan said, then took hold of the deceased’s stomach and sliced it open with a knife. The food spilled out in profusion, the acidic putrid smell wafted through the air, escalating the unpleasant odor to another level. The uncle who had just caught his breath took one look and immediately returned to hug the trash can, contributing an even richer array of smells. But compared to the smells he was vomiting out, the odors emanating from the corpse were always a notch more potent. To put it more concretely, a living person’s vomit is nothing more than the partial expulsion of stomach contents, whereas an autopsy lays bare all the contents of a dead person’s gastrointestinal tract. The two are not even on the same scale. Wu Jun turned and took a conical flask, ready to collect the stomach contents. The material inside could not only help pinpoint the deceased’s time of death but also aid in determining the location of death and other information. Jiang Yuan jostled the somewhat thick-walled stomach, and at that moment, a glittery object surfaced, resembling a glowing bun. Jiang Yuan subconsciously touched it with his hand, and a line of information appeared in his mind: Received Uncle Seventeen’s legacy: Egg Fried Rice cooking technique (Lv3) — This was Jiang Jianfeng’s specialty dish, refined over many years of contemplation and improvement. Jiang Jianfeng could make a delicious bowl of egg fried rice with a standard ratio of one-third oil, one-third vegetables, and one-third eggs. The cost of ingredients was far lower than the market average, the taste was still good, healthy and environmentally friendly, satisfying many customers. The shiny dumpling flickered twice and disappeared instantly, without any hesitation. “Did you see that?” Jiang Yuan asked Wu Jun abruptly. Wu Jun, puzzled, asked, “What?” Jiang Yuan immediately knew that the glowing bun was only visible to him, so he casually changed the subject, “There’s a lot of stomach content and it’s not well digested.” “Indeed,” agreed Wu Jun, and then he continued, “Let me take over from here.” At this stage, it was impossible for Wu Jun to entrust all the forensic work of a homicide case to a rookie. Especially when it came to determining the cause and time of death, he was not quite confident in Jiang Yuan. Jiang Yuan reluctantly stepped aside – after all, it was his Uncle Seventeen, and he felt he could do it with more care... In contrast, Wu Jun worked much faster. He swiftly stitched a few incisions, then found a mortuary brick to place under the neck of the deceased, beginning the examination of the neck. The injury at the cervical spine was quickly exposed for all to see. After a careful observation, Wu Jun said, “Hangman’s fracture. Take a photo, from multiple angles. This is the fatal injury.” Jiang Yuan didn’t even need to take off his gloves, just rinsed them briefly, then picked up the camera on the table and began to snap away. At this point, Uncle Seventeen probably didn’t care about contamination anymore. After taking the photos, Jiang Yuan took a closer look at the cervical spine. The hangman’s fracture is actually a fracture of the axis, which is the second cervical vertebra, so named because it was commonly seen in hangings in the old days. However, the hangman’s fracture does not only occur in hangings. The fragile structure of humans means that all kinds of trauma can cause a fracture of the axis. In the case at hand, it was the entry of a fruit knife into the neck that led to the fracture of the axis. “A small fortune in an unfortunate situation,” Wu Jun said with a tsk. The hangman’s fracture is one of the quickest ways to die; most of the time, the bisected axis pierces the brainstem, bringing instantaneous death without a trace of fear. From this perspective, it seems to be a little lucky. In the end, Wu Jun also took samples of the brain tissue, performed an examination, and then handed the autopsy report to the little uncle to sign, “It’s over, you can sign and go back now.” By this time, the little uncle had emptied his stomach and, not daring to look, bowed his head, asked a couple of questions, signed his name, and fled the autopsy room. Wu Jun, who had seen many such scenes, smiled indifferently, then called for Jiang Yuan to help clean up and put the stitched body back into the refrigerated morgue.

Chapter 4 - 4 4 Uncle Seventeen's Legacy

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