Dissection

"Smack."

The slap rang throug the corridor. Lian Jing glared at the woman in disbelief. Anger rose in his heart when he saw that she was panting with rage.

This woman. He had been slapped, but she was angrier than him?

Did she know how many women were queuing up to climb into his bed?

"How dare you hit me." Lian Jing endured the pain in his cheek, his chest heaving.

Shen Yin avoided his body. She hated being so close to a stranger. "You grabbed me and forced a kiss on me in public. Do you think you're the president? You're lucky I didn't call the police. This slap is just to teach you a lesson. Don't mess with me again."

"Very well." Lian Jing licked his lips to moisten them. The softness of her lips still lingered on his. "I'll remember you. What's your name?"

"No comment." Shen Yin stepped around him and walked away without looking back.

Nothing good would come out of meeting this person. How could she have forgotten that his grandfather also had a heart attack and was hospitalized here? If she had known that she would run into him, she would have swapped places with Meng Heng.

She would rather go to the mortuary to move corpses than meet him here!

She really could not stand the overbearing CEOs that often appeared in novels.

Shen Yin calmed herself down. In her mind, she punched Lian Jing a few thousand times before she felt a little better.

She breathed out and walked to the nurses' station as if nothing had happened. She showed her identification and put on a polite, official smile. "Hello. I would like to ask you about Wen Wen's hospital stay here."

Shen Yin's questioning was very detailed. She learned from the nurse that Wen Wen had received a letter a few days before her death. Other than that, no other suspicious person had appeared.

After thanking her, Shen Yin hurriedly took the photocopied file and walked out of the hospital.

Meng Heng had been waiting in the car for a long time. The team had sent a special car to remove the body. It was waiting for Shen Yin to go back and dissect it.

The overhead lights lit the icy cold autopsy table with a blinding glare.

Shen Yin disinfected the body according to protocol. After putting on her protective gear, she gestured for Wang Sheng to unzip the body bag, revealing a pallid face.

"Let's begin." Under Shen Yin's command, Wang Sheng picked up the scissors. As Shen Yin wielded the scalpel, they worked together to cut open the victim's chest.

The tip of the knife cut deeply through the skin to reveal the soft flesh within. Shen Yin continued to cut away nimbly. In her hands, the body was like an ordinary piece of meat, not a young girl made of flesh and blood.

Wang Sheng was in a daze. He recalled that when he first came here, every time he helped his mentor dissect a corpse, he would be so disgusted that he almost vomited up bile.

However, the young lady in front of him had already removed the heart while he was still in a daze. She placed it on the tray without batting an eyelid and even leaned closer to study it.

It seemed that she really had the talent to reach such a senior position at a young age.

Shen Yin did not notice Wang Sheng's distraction. The heart did show symptoms of heart failure, but it was not enough to prove that Wen Wen had been not died of natural causes.

Following the convention, she picked up the scalpel again and sliced open the victim's abdomen, ready to examine her stomach contents to see if she could find anything else.

"Forceps." Shen Yin extended her hand, but received no response for a long time.

She frowned and looked at the person beside her in confusion. "Brother Wang."

Only then did Wang Sheng recover his wits. In embarrassment, he hurriedly picked up the forceps and handed them to her.

Shen Yin ignored the small incident. She took the forceps and carefully picked out an undigested lump from the victim's stomach.

"What's that?" Wang Sheng was puzzled and he leaned closer to study it. The lump was covered in dirt and mucus. He spread it out on the tray and his eyes widened in shock. "Paper?"

Shen Yin narrowed her eyes. She remembered the nurse saying that Wen Wen had received a letter. No one had mentioned it during the meeting today, which meant that it had not been found among Wen Wen's belongings. That meant the lump in front of her was likely to be the letter.

What was so important that Wen Wen had not hesitated to swallow the paper before her death, rather than allow it to be discovered?

Puzzled, Shen Yin continued to dissect the corpse. As Wang Sheng gasped, she expressionlessly pulled a formless foetus from the deceased's womb.