The best miraculous doctor and son-in-law

"This..." Zhao Kun hesitated, his eyes evasive.

Ye Chen immediately became alert and took a few steps closer to him, his eyes sharp.

"What, is there any inconvenience?"

This tiger-like momentum startled everyone present.

Especially Zhao Kun couldn't help but take several steps back, almost losing his balance.

He quickly raised his hands and explained: "No, no, no, please calm down first."

"It's not inconvenient, it's just that," he licked his lips and said hesitantly, "the corpse looks a bit too scary."

"Even though you are a doctor, I'm not sure you have much experience in surgery."

"That scene," he grinned and shook his head, "I'm afraid it will make you unable to eat for several days."

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth raised slightly: "You don't have to worry about that."

"I've seen scenes where you look at him no matter how disgusting you are. Just take me there."

Zhao Kun looked back at the people behind him. Everyone looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"Okay," he sighed, "Be mentally prepared and come with me."

The group of people walked out of the inpatient department building, walked around in a circle, and came to a snow-white building behind the hospital.

The dark door was filled with air-conditioning, and there was no life at all.

"Stop, what are you doing?" A middle-aged security guard with pale skin raised his hand to stop them.

Zhao Kun walked forward and approached with a smile: "Brother Wei, it's me."

"Oh? Old Zhao! What are you..." Old Wei looked at them in confusion.

"There is a person in our medical association. Oops, he just had an accident and is lying inside."

"The exact cause of the accident is still unclear."

"We have a pretty good relationship with him. We thought we could come over and see if we could help. Please be accommodating."

"I'm afraid this is not very convenient." Old Wei touched his nose, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Hehehe," Zhao Kun lightly slapped the opponent's chest, "You old guy, you still do this in front of me."

"Yes, yes, I know it's not easy for you to watch me here every day. Come on, take it." He waved to the back, and the person below him immediately handed over a card, and he immediately stuffed it into the other person's hand.

Old Wei raised his eyebrows and stuffed it into his pocket with a smile: "Old Zhao, you also know that I have no choice but to take it."

"I understand," Zhao Kun nodded and patted the other party's shoulder, looking in the direction of the morgue, "Do you think we can go in?"

"Okay, but hurry up. If anything happens, I will notify you and you must come out immediately."

"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble." Zhao Kun nodded, turned around and waved, gesturing for Ye Chen and others to follow him in.

The dark corridor shone with a dark green light, not only because of the psychological effect, but also because of the cool air coming from the refrigerators on both sides.

Everyone present felt chilly and had chills all over their bodies.

Ye Chen didn't notice it at all, and scanned carefully: "Which morgue is it in?"

Zhao Kun pointed to the second one on the right.

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Opening the door, Ye Chen strode in.

There were corpses covered with white cloth on both sides, except for a huge bulge of white cloth in the middle, which looked like a pile of rubble covered up.

Ye Chen's eyes moved down, and he suddenly saw Crita's name written on it.

He was also a little confused for a moment and looked back at Zhao Kun.

The latter came over reluctantly and slowly pulled off the white cloth.

In an instant, a strong fishy smell assaulted the nostrils, and even though the temperature here was extremely low, it could not be concealed.

The scene that caught his eye made Ye Chen gasp.

There's no trace of a human being here, it's just a pile of broken limbs and rotten flesh.

"Didn't you say that Crita's neck was just crushed?" Ye Chen suddenly came back to his senses, with deep suspicion in his eyes.

He suspected that these guys had found such a pile of indistinguishable pieces of meat to fool him.

"Oh, look." Zhao Kun sighed, picked up the stainless steel pliers next to him, and fiddled with it gently. A human head about the size of a football suddenly rolled out of the piece of meat. It was Crita.

"I saw that you were too stimulated at the time, so I didn't describe it in detail." He continued to explain.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people from the medical association bulged their cheeks, covered their mouths, turned around and ran out to vomit.

"After someone called the police," Zhao Kun suppressed his nausea and whispered in Ye Chen's ear, "the people in the police station could only use shovels to shovel this pile up."

"His body was almost crushed into a piece of cake. Using a shovel to shovel it made it even more...unseemly."

"Not only did people from the police station conduct investigations, but I and several professional surgeons under my command also conducted examinations. It is true that not a single bit of evidence could be extracted."

"Yes, I can testify that the three of us inspected it together with the vice president." A man in his early thirties stood up.

"It's all just messy tree branches and fly ash, and there are a lot of ruts, so it's impossible to find out."

"I guess he was hit and killed last night. Many passing cars didn't see him and just ran him over."

Ye Chen listened without saying a word, just looking straight at the pile of rotten meat on the morgue.

Zhao Kun couldn't bear it and patted his shoulder gently: "Okay, I know you feel uncomfortable, but this clue is indeed broken."

"You must control your emotions and clean up your mood. Let's think of other ways."

Ye Chen ignored him, walked aside and put on his gloves, then picked up the tweezers and carefully cleaned the pile of meat in front of him.

His limbs were all in disarray, and it took him more than half an hour to piece together a palm.

The group of people stayed together like this, and everyone's expressions were very complicated, ranging from worry to distress, and they shook their heads and sighed.

Zhao Kun scratched his head. He was an outspoken person.

Seeing Ye Chen piecing together the body parts in such a maniacal manner, I felt even more sad and distracted, fearing that he had lost his mind.

Taking a step forward, he grabbed Ye Chen's wrist.

He also put down his arrogance and went directly to persuade: "Brother, listen to me, we have many solutions. If this clue is broken, we will find other ones."

"But if you collapse, everything will be over."

"Think about it carefully. Your wife and your unborn child are all waiting for you to save them. Show your responsibility as a man!"

Ye Chen's eyes were surprisingly bright, he gently pushed his hand away and suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, I knew it... I knew it!"

Zhao Kun's face was filled with astonishment and he thought, "Oh no, no, no, this is really crazy."

He hurriedly turned around and looked at a woman: "Dr. Zhou, you are an expert in psychiatry. Come over and check on him."

"I'm not crazy," Ye Chen took off his gloves and sneered, "Don't you all realize that this body is fake?"