The best miraculous doctor and son-in-law

Ye Chen's words shocked everyone present, with their eyes widened and their mouths slightly opened.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Kun seemed to accept the reality and nodded slowly.

"I understand, you must have been hit too hard and suffered from delusion."

"Dr. Zhou," he said with a serious look, "you'd better give him a quick look."

Zhou Mei nodded and put on a gentle smile: "Ye Chen, don't be nervous. Don't resist me. I'm here to help you."

"Tsk," Ye Chen frowned, "I told you I'm fine, I'm calm, and I'm awake."

"Fart," Zhao Kun couldn't help but raise his voice, "Crita's head is here, and you still say that his body is fake. Are you delusional?"

The people in the medical association behind him nodded.

Ye Chen smiled mysteriously and pointed at the pile of rotten meat: "You are all experts in various fields, and I am afraid there are also experts in forensic medicine."

"You may have been too nervous before, so you didn't see it clearly."

"Now you can take a closer look."

The three doctors who helped Zhao Kun perform the autopsy came out and looked at the pieces of meat curiously.

He also picked up the tweezers and looked through them carefully.

But no matter how they looked, they didn't find any clues.

"Vice President, I think it's okay. This is Crita."

"Yes, I came to the same conclusion."

Zhao Kun spread his hands and said, "Ye Chen, you have heard that these three are our famous autopsy experts in Yuncheng."

"There have been several big cases in the past that were solved by them with the help of people from the police station. They are not just mere illusions with solid theories, but they also have practical experience."

The implication is that Ye Chen is an outsider, so the conclusions he draws may not be accurate.

Ye Chen did not refute, but took a careful look at everyone present.

"You guys really don't see the problem."

Everyone shook their heads in confusion.

"Okay," he pointed to the pieced-together palm, "The first doubt is, you see, this palm is obviously larger than Crita's palm."

"The phalanges should also be several times thicker."

The doctors came forward, bent over, lowered their heads, frowned, and looked carefully. Their frowns gradually relaxed, and they couldn't help but start whispering.

"Hey, don't tell me, it seems to be really thick."

"Yes, I have seen Crita's hands before. As a man, his frame itself is relatively small."

"After undergoing surgery and injecting various hormones, the bones may have shrunk even more."

"I don't think so, and our impression may not be accurate. I think we'd better do a DNA test."

Everyone agreed with this suggestion.

But Ye Chen shook his head: "It's not necessary at all."

First, he was very confident that the body was not Creta. Second, he had no time or patience to wait for the identification results.

After all, it would take at least twenty-four hours to get the results. By then, Qin Feixue and her child's situation would definitely be more and more dangerous.

"But," Zhao Kun frowned and stroked his chin with one hand, "On this basis alone, it is impossible to confirm that this is not Crita's body."

"So," Ye Chen picked up the tweezers, "I found the second doubt."

As he spoke, he took out a large piece of minced meat.

"You should be able to tell where this part is, right?" He looked at everyone.

Zhao Kun tilted his head slightly: "It should be the skin and muscles of the calf. Look at this tendon."

"Yes," Ye Chen nodded, "Then Vice President Zhao, you should have noticed something is wrong."

Zhao Kun's eyes widened, he took a closer look, and shook his head helplessly: "I don't see anything wrong with it. Isn't this just a piece of meat on the leg?"

"Alas," Ye Chen sighed, using tweezers to pluck a leg hair from the flesh, "here's the problem."

"Isn't this just a hair? Is there a hair problem?" Zhao Kun looked confused.

Everyone also expressed confusion.

Ye Chen was really speechless at this time: "I said everyone, have you forgotten that Creta shouldn't have leg hair?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Kun couldn't help but laugh, "Does everyone have legs? I'm afraid even Dr. Zhou..."

He turned to look at Dr. Zhou, but his words stopped suddenly and the smile on his face stopped completely.

Then his whole body became numb, and his eyes slowly moved over, staring at the leg hair without moving.

He said to himself in a daze: "Yeah, why are there leg hairs?"

Everyone also suddenly realized.

Because Krita is a shemale.

To become a shemale, in addition to surgery, a large amount of estrogen must be injected into the body to highlight female secondary sexual characteristics.

Under the influence of estrogen, the skin will become smooth and delicate, and all beards and body hair will fall off.

Moreover, if shemales want to maintain their female characteristics, they must continuously inject estrogen.

At least during this period, Krita's feminine characteristics are very obvious.

This also means that he has been injecting estrogen.

Even if Crita's surgery was not thorough, it is absolutely impossible to have so much, thick and elastic leg hair.

The reason why everyone was unaware of these details was because they were deceived by the head.

At this moment, Zhao Kun finally expressed his doubts.

"Then what's going on with the head? There's no way Crita has two heads."

Ye Chen sneered and shook his head, fiddled with the head with tweezers, and gently tapped the cheek and jaw.

"There are obvious signs of surgery here," he squinted his eyes slightly, "If I guess correctly, this person has undergone plastic surgery."

"Perhaps he prepared a substitute for himself in advance, or perhaps they have some means to completely reshape a person in a short period of time."

Zhao Kun looked carefully and found that there were indeed very fine white scars.

He touched the bones of his face again, as if he was electrocuted, and suddenly withdrew his hand, his face full of shock: "I did move my face."

Everyone was completely enlightened and looked at Ye Chen with eyes filled with shock and admiration.

Despite the huge pressure, he was still able to discover such tiny details, and everyone couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

After all, each of them claimed to be a master in their respective fields, but they didn't even see any clues.

"But if this body is fake, then where is the real Crita?" someone asked.

"Yes," Zhao Kun frowned, "It stands to reason that he is just a pawn of the mastermind behind the scenes. It is unlikely that he would go to such great lengths for him."

Ye Chen's eyes were cold: "There is only one explanation. He is not as unimportant as he said."

"In short, since he is still alive in this world, he will definitely leave traces."

"With one move, the golden cicada escapes from its shell. I'm afraid he has already sunk into the sea of ​​people and cannot be found." Zhao Kun's face was full of bitterness.

"No," Ye Chen's eyes were firm, "You have forgotten another point. Who sent this thing?"

Zhao Kun took a breath and said dumbly in a low voice: "It's from the police station...you, you mean..."

"Yes," Ye Chen's eyes were cold, "There is a traitor in the police station."

"This is absolutely impossible!" Zhao Kun denied it.