Chapter 75: Chapter 75: A Helping Hand?

    “The leaders in the city are taking this case very seriously, and they’ve specially dispatched Doctor Yan to assist. This is a rare opportunity, and you must all perform well.”

    Cao Qi, with a stern face, finished instructing his two subordinates before turning his head to face Yan Qiying, where his expression immediately changed.

    “Hehe, Doctor Yan, I’m afraid we’ll have to trouble you again.”

    “It’s no bother, it’s what I should do.”

    Seeing how much respect the director had for Yan Qiying, Ma Qiang felt doubtful. Why bring his son along too?

    If it were just for a free trip, there were surely better places than Jinshan Village.

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    Unaware of his subordinate’s thoughts, Cao Qi, smiling, said to Yan Qiying, “You must be tired from the journey, shall we go have a meal first? The food at our office is quite good.”

    But Yan Qiying waved his hand, “We’re here to handle business, let’s take a look at the situation first. After all, a body can’t wait, and the sooner we look, the more clues we might find.”

    Ma Qiang became serious with respect, feeling that his previous internal doubts about the man were completely unreasonable.

    Especially upon arriving at the location, Ma Qiang was even more taken aback when he saw the child, Yan Sinian, take a small box off his back and pull out a square toolbox.

    Yan Qiying shook his head, “Although I’m not a professional forensic doctor, I know that sometimes, odors can be important pieces of information.”

    Ma Qiang couldn’t help but glance at Sinian, “Doctor Yan, your son is so young, it’s not appropriate for him to witness this scene.”

    “It’s fine, he’s used to it.”

    The offhand comment from Yan Qiying left everyone present in shock.

    Sinian walked up as if accustomed to it all, skillfully fixing the blade of a scalpel to its handle with forceps.

    A child so loving of cleanliness, faced with a body covered in livor mortis, didn’t show the slightest sign of distress and directly handed the surgical knife to his father.

    Yan Qiying took it, making an incision from the throat downward.

    Sinian, composed, assisted, closely observing the condition of the body.

    “The face, lips, and nails presented cyanosis.”

    “There’s a distinct feeling of swelling in the face.”

    “The lividity is dark deep purplish-red.”

    One after another, professional terms spilled out of the child’s mouth, leaving Ma Qiang and the others too stunned to speak.

    Sinian looked up, stating calmly, “Taking everything into consideration, the likelihood of a death caused by asphyxiation is as high as eighty percent.”