Chapter 51 Doctor Shen
Such an abrupt sentence made Zhou Ning stunned.
What a strange way of thinking. Oh, someone died, and he first blames the hospital for it without asking what happened?
There are so many police officers here, what’s going on?
Want compensation?
Xu Dayuan's face darkened.
"Are you Zhang Jiahui's father?"
The man was stunned, and his crying stopped abruptly. He nodded in confusion.
"Yes, I am Zhang Jiahui's father."
"Okay, let me ask you a few questions first. When did Zhang Jiahui leave home? Has she contacted you in the past few days? Or where does she live?"
Zhang Jiahui's father looked a little embarrassed and wiped his face. Seeing the police's attitude, he didn't dare to do anything else.
"This child lives by herself. She rented a house next to the Eighth Hospital. My wife knows exactly where it is. I have never been there. She usually comes home for two days every two weeks or a month. She is always busy with work and works overtime. She always complains about being tired. I thought... I thought..."
He did not dare to say the next words, but Xu Dayuan continued to ask:
"The deceased was found on the east side of the Baimahe Reservoir. There was a tire tied to her body and a head injury. According to our preliminary analysis, she was killed six days ago. So recall when was the last time you contacted Zhang Jiahui? Does she have a boyfriend, or someone she has an enemy with?"
Zhang Jiahui's father looked confused, his facial expressions kept changing, and he kept tugging at his fingers. It showed that he was nervous and was trying to hide something.
Zhou Ning was a little surprised. Normally, when a daughter dies, wouldn’t the first thing she do is tell everyone she knows?
"I don't know much about this. She has always been in contact with her mother. The last time she went home was New Year's Day. But she said someone in the department is on maternity leave and will be very busy until the Spring Festival. She won't be home for the time being. As for her boyfriend, it seems she has one."
After receiving this series of uncertain answers, Zhou Ning handed over the autopsy consent form without any further ado. Xu Dayuan of course understood what he meant and raised his chin directly in the direction of Zhang Jiahui's father.
"The deceased had trauma to his head and a tire tied to his body. We can do an autopsy directly, but since his identity is unknown, we have to check it out. I also want you to confirm his identity. If you are sure it is correct, please sign it."
The man didn't waste any time and quickly signed the consent form.
At this time, the door of the autopsy room was opened again, and the woman who had fainted from crying walked in. She seemed to be more stable at this moment, and the taste of the quick-acting heart-saving pills was very pleasant.
The woman rushed to the dissecting table, pulled the man to the side, and faced Xu Dayuan.
"You have to find the murderer. If you have any questions, just ask me. I heard part of it outside just now. You can investigate however you want. We understand. As for the child, I know that he is a waste."
Several people glanced at Zhang Jiahui's father for a moment. The man didn't feel embarrassed at all, but just took a step back. The woman rummaged in her pocket for a long time and took out a separate key.
"This is the key to the house my daughter rented. It's in Building 3 of Shuiqingxinju, diagonally north of the Eighth Hospital. There are many men courting our Jiahui. I know she rented the house probably because of this. But I don't know her name. I just remember there was a doctor named Shen, who seemed to be from our hospital."
Xu Dayuan and Zhou Ning looked directly at the director of the nursing department. Chen Xiaohong thought about it for a moment and raised her head as if she had suddenly realized something. However, with this movement, she subconsciously glanced at the person in the hospital office.
"There is only one doctor named Shen in the anesthesiology department in the whole hospital. His name is Shen Guanlin. But is this a mistake? Doctor Shen is the director of the anesthesiology department. He is 58 years old this year. I'm afraid he is a few years older than Zhang Jiahui's father?
I don't know about their personal relationship, and it's not convenient for me to speculate. After all, it's their private life. I wonder if Director Zeng knows about it?"
Chen Xiaohong's words were very tactful. At least she couldn't accuse the deceased in front of his parents. But Zhou Ning understood that this was a statement from the old Zeng whom Xu Da knew.
Sure enough, Old Zeng lowered his eyes slightly, and when he looked up again, there was no expression on his face .
"We don't know what happens outside of work, and we have no right to interfere. If necessary, we can help contact Shen Guanlin to assist in the investigation."
Xu Dayuan nodded.
"Very good, then contact him. Lao Zeng, find us a few offices, preferably far away from your office area. I want to understand the situation here. As for this place, it must not affect the forensic autopsy."
Lao Zeng pointed to the right.
"That's no problem. Go directly to the police station at the south gate. The seven or eight offices behind the police station have just been emptied and are being renovated. They will be used as a fever clinic in the future."
Xu Dayuan was naturally not dissatisfied with this arrangement. He waved his hand towards the door, signaling everyone to go out, and then looked at Chen Xiaohong. This director of the nursing department was a smart person.
"Director Chen, please notify the people in the operating room to go to the police station in batches. Remember not to whisper to each other. Even if you have been interviewed, you cannot reveal it before the case is announced. As for Doctor Shen, how about letting Lao Zeng notify him?"
The two nodded, and except for Zhao Xinli, they all followed him. The huge dissection room suddenly became quiet. Zhao Xinli, who had been watching the fun with great interest, now lost the smile on his face and looked at Zhou Ning with a bitter look on his face.
"Do you still need my help?"
Zhou Ning glanced at it.
"If you don't want to be scolded, just come over with your camera. As usual, you help me take pictures and record them."
Zhao Xinli refused in his heart, but his body was still honest. He walked to Zhou Ning with the camera. Seeing that Zhou Ning had already removed the clothes of the deceased, he obediently followed the direction of Zhou Ning 's finger and started taking pictures.
Zhou Ning scraped the victim's head for external injuries and took samples, then carefully checked various parts of the body under the clothes. The victim had very slight abrasions on his brow bone and nose, with obvious signs of life. There was also an abrasion on the outside of his left instep, which was also an injury sustained before death, but with very little bleeding.
After opening the deceased's mouth, foamy light pink drowning fluid could be seen in the throat. Zhou Ning paused. The deceased had drowned. She was still alive when she was thrown into the reservoir.
As for the drowning fluid and foam, they are formed by a large amount of protein liquid under the action of respiration. As for the light pink color, it is due to the rupture of capillaries. Of course, the deceased was quickly frozen after falling into the water, so that these evidences can be preserved intact.
Zhou Ning took a sample of the foam and discovered a hair next to the last molar on the lower right side of the deceased, and there was also a hair in the gap between the canines. The hairs were all black and spiral-shaped, and Zhou Ning was unable to make a judgment for a while.
"Huh?"
Zhou Ning paused subconsciously, and Zhao Xinli quickly brought the camera over and took a few pictures. He also saw the two hairs. As Zhou Ning took them out with tweezers, Zhao Xinli shook his head and spoke.
"Oh my god, young nurses are playing so wildly now. Are they playing poker with men with their mouths?"
Zhou Ning glanced at Zhao Xinli, who raised his eyebrows twice with a sly smile on his face.
"Don't look at me like that. I'll give you two seed files someday so you can learn from them. Don't just use a knife or study tire tracks and software all day. This is a turbulent age. You're living like a monk. That's not okay. As the Buddha said, when things are full, they will overflow."
Zhou Ning glared at him and raised his chin in the direction of the recorder.
"The recorder is on. Please continue. I have to tell you that the provincial government has issued an order that all autopsies must be recorded on video starting March 1. Our city has been trialing recording the entire process since January 1."
Zhao Xinli stood there petrified, pointing at the recorder with a confused look on his face, staring at Zhou Ning for a long time without saying anything.
After Zhou Ning examined the deceased's mouth, he pressed the recorder, introduced the deceased's condition and then began the autopsy. Zhao Xinli was obviously relieved, but he was obedient at this moment.
After cutting open the chest and abdomen and separating them, Zhou Ning's first step was to check the deceased's trachea and lungs. There was still a large amount of drowning fluid and foam in the trachea.
There was some chyme in the deceased's stomach, and it was almost undigested, which made Zhou Ning a little excited.
If you look closely, you can see that there are carrots, celery, fungus, broccoli, kelp, tofu, and shrimp. It is a very sumptuous meal, but except for the shrimp, everything else is vegetarian, and there is no fat at all.
The deceased's pelvis was then dissected and the deceased's uterus was found to be of normal size.
Finally arriving at the shaded path, Zhou Ning positioned the body in the deceased's posture, adjusted the lighting, and then lowered his head to observe the shade outside.
With just one glance, Zhou Ning paused. Zhao Xinli didn't dare to say anything this time, but he also looked over.
"What's wrong?"
