After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

"Now, I'll take you to the scene and let you perform the autopsy yourself!"

Gu Zheng's words were resounding and powerful, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The office was deathly silent.

Li Jian's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. An on-site autopsy? What kind of place was that? It was Political Commissar Zhang's office! The primary crime scene! Sending the prime suspect to the primary crime scene, or to handle the most crucial piece of evidence—the body?

This isn't handling a case; this is just making a scene!

"I object!" Li Jian blurted out without hesitation. "Commander Gu, this is no joke! She's a suspect now and has no right to handle evidence!"

[Idiot, all you know is rules and mush.] Ye Zhen thought to herself with a cold snort.

Gu Zheng ignored him, his gaze fixed on Qian Weiguo's face. In those dark eyes, there was undisguised provocation and interrogation.

To go or not to go? It's a matter of a single word for you, the head of the special investigation team.

Qian Weiguo's face was like a spilled palette, alternating between green and white. His usually smiling eyes had finally lost all their mirth, leaving only unfathomable calculation.

The Gu family lad is a general!

In front of Li Jian, the embodiment of "rules," and himself, the "authority of the capital," he presented a scheme that Li Jian could not refuse.

Agree? That would mean he, as the team leader, was being led by the nose by a young girl, and his authority would be completely undermined.

Disagree? Ye Zhen's words had already hammered the nail into everyone's hearts that "not daring to perform an autopsy means you have something to hide." If he refused, it would be tantamount to confirming that they were colluding to frame someone and protecting the real culprit!

Grandpa Gu's warning, "Don't get on the wrong boat," still echoed in my ears.

Should he get on this ship or not?

Qian Weiguo's mind was racing. He looked at Gu Zheng's determined face, then at Ye Zhen's frighteningly calm eyes, and a more terrifying thought suddenly popped into his head.

These two people weren't asking him for help; they were informing him.

They have a trump card up their sleeve.

After a long pause, Qian Weiguo took a deep breath and put on his signature, fake, warm smile again.

"Xiao Li," he patted Li Jian on the shoulder, his tone gentle, "don't be so rigid in your thinking. Comrade Ye Zhen is both a suspect and a rare medical expert in our military region. It's reasonable and justifiable to have her assist us in the investigation as an 'expert consultant.'"

He looked at Ye Zhen, smiling like an old fox: "Expert Ye, you'd better look carefully. We're all waiting for your professional conclusion."

The implication is: the stage has been set for you; if you sing well, you're an advisor; if you mess it up, you're a criminal.

"Let's go." Gu Zheng didn't bother to say another word to them. Leaning on his cane, he turned and walked out.

Ye Zhen immediately followed.

Xiao Wang quickly grabbed Gu Zheng's cane as a backup, and then pulled out a brand-new medical toolbox from somewhere, hurrying behind the two. Their posture didn't resemble that of someone going to investigate a case; it was more like they were preparing to open a mobile operating room.

Li Jian's face turned green, but he could only suppress his anger and follow behind with his men.

The group was large and imposing, creating an eerie atmosphere.

……

A long cordon has been set up outside Political Commissar Zhang's office at the military region's logistics department.

The corridor was filled with tense-looking security officers, and the air was thick with a sense of oppression and grimness.

Upon seeing Gu Zheng and Ye Zhen appear, everyone's gaze turned towards them like searchlights, filled with shock, confusion, and hostility.

"Open the door," Gu Zheng ordered the two guards standing at the door.

The guard glanced at Li Jian, and seeing him nod with a dark expression, he reluctantly removed the seal and opened the office door.

The moment the door opened, a peculiar smell, a mixture of blood, medicine, and death, wafted out.

The office was dimly lit with the curtains drawn.

Commissar Zhang's body lay stiffly on the floor beside his desk, his body already showing obvious signs of rigor mortis and lividity. His face was an eerie purplish-red, his eyes wide open, his expression distorted, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died.

Next to the forensic evidence label in the trash can, there was the conspicuous penicillin bottle and the used syringe.

The scene was perfectly "protected," like a meticulously arranged stage.

"vomit--"

One of the young cadres who came with Qian Weiguo, perhaps never having seen such a scene before, immediately covered his mouth and rushed out with a pale face.

Qian Weiguo and Li Jian also had furrowed brows and uneasy expressions in their eyes.

Only two people remained calm.

Gu Zheng was used to life and death, while Ye Zhen was used to seeing life and death.

The scene was well-preserved, but unfortunately, corpses don't lie.

Ye Zhen put on the sterile gloves and mask that Xiao Wang handed her, and without the slightest hesitation, walked straight to the body and squatted down.

Her movements were calm, professional, and without the slightest hesitation.

"Xiao Wang, turn on the lights, bright light," she ordered without looking up.

Xiao Wang immediately turned on the high-powered searchlight in the toolbox, and a bright beam of light shone precisely on the corpse, exposing every detail.

Ye Zhen's gaze, like the most precise scalpel, swept over the corpse inch by inch.

"The time of death is more than six hours, rigor mortis has spread all over the body, and the lividity is dark purplish-red, which does not fade when pressed." Her voice came from behind the mask, clear and calm, as if she were giving a public lecture.

"The pupil is dilated, and the conjunctiva is highly congested."

She reached out and gently pried open the deceased's mouth.

"The lips and nails are noticeably cyanotic. However," she changed her tone, her voice suddenly becoming sharp, "there is no obvious edema in the laryngeal mucosa, and the tracheal wall is smooth, without edema or excessive secretions."

Qian Weiguo and Li Jian's expressions changed simultaneously!

Although they weren't forensic experts, they understood. The absence of laryngeal edema meant that it didn't meet the typical characteristics of acute anaphylactic shock!

Ye Zhen didn't stop. She took out a small pair of surgical scissors and carefully cut open the deceased's sleeve to expose his arm.

"Where is the IV drip site?" she asked.

An officer in charge of the on-site investigation next to Li Jian immediately pointed to a needle mark on the inside of the deceased's elbow: "Here, we found the injection point, and there is slight redness and swelling around the skin."

Ye Zhen leaned closer, glanced at it, and then let out a cold laugh.

"This is an injection after death," she said decisively.

"Impossible!" the officer immediately retorted. "We investigated; there were signs of life around the pinhole!"

"Yes, there was a 'vital response'." Ye Zhen raised her head, her gaze piercing through the mask as she looked at him coldly. "But tell me, would a military medic with thirty years of experience insert an intravenous injection needle into a location where there isn't even a vein?"

She gently picked up the piece of skin with tweezers and showed it to everyone.

"At this location, the subcutaneous tissue is muscle and fat; there are absolutely no veins available for injection! The needle is being inserted into the muscle, not through a vein!"

"Acute anaphylactic shock requires medication to enter the bloodstream rapidly. Intramuscular injection simply cannot provide enough speed of action to cause such rapid death!"

Her words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Li Jian's expression was beyond ugly; he stared intently at the pinhole, his lips pressed tightly together.

Ye Zhen dropped the tweezers, stood up, and looked around at the crowd of people with varying expressions.

She walked up to the evidence bag containing the penicillin vial, picked it up, and held it up to the light.

"On the bottle, there's only Political Commissar Zhang's fingerprints. There are no fingerprints on the syringe." She looked at Qian Weiguo and repeated his words slowly and deliberately.

"It's extremely difficult for a non-professional to give themselves an intravenous injection. And why would they wipe away the fingerprints on the syringe but leave them on the medicine bottle?"

She paused, then posed the final, and most crucial, question.

"There's something that's been missing from Political Commissar Zhang's office since the beginning."

Gu Zheng leaned against the door, watching her performance, a playful smile curving his lips.

"What is it?" Qian Weiguo asked instinctively.

Ye Zhen's gaze swept over the exquisite purple clay tea set on the desk, and finally landed on the trash can in the corner.

"It's tea."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly froze the air in the entire office.

"Political Commissar Zhang is a well-known tea connoisseur who can't live without tea. But his teacup is always empty, his thermos is always full, and there isn't a single used tea leaf in the trash can."

She slowly turned around, her gaze finally settling on Qian Weiguo's bloodless face, and gave her final conclusion, word by word.

He did not die from a penicillin allergy.

"He was poisoned by someone using a special chemical solvent mixed into his tea."

Ye Zhen took off her mask, revealing a face that was soaked with sweat but surprisingly bright.

"This solvent is colorless and odorless, and can rapidly damage the central nervous system and circulatory system, creating a false sensation similar to an acute allergic reaction."