The hearse pulled the corpse and ran away quickly, leaving behind a heavy corpse on the trolley.
"For forensic medicine, we have to start by moving corpses." Wu Jun put his hands behind his back and said with an unbearable smile on his face: "Your body is really suitable for moving corpses."
His classmates in big cities had already lived a free life of moving corpses twenty years earlier, but Ningtai County was a place that couldn't keep people. The newly recruited forensic doctors came and left, and came and went.
Throughout the year, he didn't get to live with someone moving corpses a few times. The worst time was when the new medical examiner was there and there were no corpses. After he left, the corpses came in.
Jiang Yuan pushed the cart and asked curiously: "Doesn't the county bureau have an autopsy room? The kind that turns white when exposed to light..."
"Like the one in the TV series?" Wu Jun shook his head and said: "Rich cities can afford it, so don't even think about it in a small county like ours. When we do autopsy, we not only need an autopsy room, but also an ice coffin and the like.
The equipment for storing corpses should be a little more particular. These ventilation equipment and bathrooms must be maintained and managed. It is better to rent a funeral home and the county bureau will provide hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands to complete the autopsy room.
Already."
"It will be inconvenient to collect evidence and so on."
"Usually just draw some blood and get some stomach contents. In such a big county, you can go as far as you want, and parking is more important." Wu Jun said with a smile and said: "We don't pick the corpses anyway."
Jiang Yuan looked down at his Seventeenth Uncle and thought to himself that Seventeenth Uncle seemed a bit picky when he came to the house during the Chinese New Year. Of course, he probably has no interest in showing off his personality now.
"When you come here again, remember to carry a pack of cigarettes in your pocket, buy some cakes and the like occasionally, and build relationships. It will be easier to do things if you get along with the people at the funeral home." Wu Jun walked beside him, pressed the elevator, and lowered his voice.
Shen Sheng gave Jiang Yuan a lesson: "Funeral homes are also workplaces."
Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "Okay."
Ningtai County Funeral Home has its autopsy room in the basement.
Fortunately, there is an elevator to get up and down, which is quite convenient, but the flashing red fire lights in the dark corridor are a bit intrusive.
There is plenty of light in the room, with large tiles on the floor and small tiles on the walls. In the middle is a stainless steel autopsy table. To the left of the door is a wash basin and a long row of stainless steel cabinets. If you don’t look carefully,
I thought it was a kitchen decoration for ordinary people.
At this time, Wu Jun stepped forward to help, pushed the trolley to the side of the autopsy table, stepped on it with his feet, raised the top of the trolley to be level with the autopsy table, and then slowly poured the body onto the autopsy table.
He said, "Go and see if the family members are here. If they are, call someone over and do an autopsy."
Jiang Yuan responded, looking straight at Uncle Seventeen.
Uncle Seventeen, who was fat and strong, was lying on his back on the stainless steel table. His belly was bulging and shining whitely. Under the light, you could still see the fine hairs standing up, which made Jiang Yuan feel a little scared for a moment.
Panic, more often, uncomfortable palpitation.
"The phone is by the door." Wu Jun reminded Jiang Yuan lightly without saying much.
Jiang Yuan looked away, walked to the door, picked up the landline phone, and called out.
In China, autopsies require close relatives to be notified and signed. However, in actual practice, those who come are often non-blood relatives such as brothers-in-law, uncles, or sons-in-law. Occasionally, those who come are direct relatives. Usually, an extra trash can is needed.
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After a while, someone was brought in, looking at everything around them in confusion and fear.
"Uncle." Jiang Yuan recognized the person, and calculated that he was the brother-in-law of his seventeenth uncle, who was also the husband of his nineteenth aunt. The two should have met during the ancestral ceremony two years ago.
"Jiang Yuan!" When my uncle saw Jiang Yuan, he was extraordinarily kind. He looked at Jiang Yuan across his uncle's body with emotion-filled eyes: "Your seventeenth uncle left in a hurry. Fortunately, you
It's the coroner, make him look nicer..."
"Let's start." Wu Jun interrupted the chat between the two, stuffed Jiang Yuan with a full-body surgical gown and asked him to put it on outside the clothes, then took off the white cloth on the body and asked: "Confirm,
Is it Jiang Jiancheng himself?"
My uncle retched before saying, "It should be."
"Sign and write down your ID number as well." Wu Jun watched the family members write, then put the documents away, then looked at Jiang Yuan and asked: "Not everyone dares to do an autopsy on someone they know. If you don't want to do it,
, which is also normal.”
"I can." Jiang Yuan had already done some mental construction before he came in. Now, he has a mixture of emotions in his heart, but he doesn't want to simply retreat.
Wu Jun confirmed again, nodded and said: "You come first."
He also wanted to see Jiang Yuan's ability. If Jiang Yuan couldn't continue or made mistakes, he could give him lessons. Wu Jun had educated the new forensic doctors in this way.
Jiang Yuan's expression was serious, slightly nervous and hesitant.
Jiang Yuan himself did not have much experience in autopsies, but in the few practices in school, his performance was praised by the professor and he was called "extremely talented".
If it weren't Uncle Seventeen's corpse this time, he might be calmer.
"First check the corpse." Jiang Yuan took a deep breath, frowned for a fleeting moment, and then he was immersed in it. He put a notebook next to him and said while looking at the corpse: "The deceased, Jiang Jiancheng, was 50 years old, male.
Height 169 cm, weight 188 cm... There is a crescent-shaped birthmark on the left hip, about 5 cm long..."
"Then it's the general status record. The rectal body temperature is..." Jiang Yuan was busy with his work, writing down the condition of his scalp, baldness, pupils, conjunctiva, nasal cavity, teeth...
Most of the examination of the corpse's surface was completed on site. Jiang Yuan just read the previous parts step by step. When it came to the conjunctiva, teeth and other parts, he carefully inspected it again.
This approach made Wu Jun quite satisfied. He nodded and said: "It can be done...have you done an autopsy?"
Jiang Yuandao: "I have done several cases in school."
"That's good. In many schools now, students can only do one example."
"When I was working on a project with the professor, I participated in several dissections."
"Oh, have you ever opened three cavities?" The three cavities Wu Jun mentioned are the cranial cavity, the thoracic cavity and the abdominal cavity. They wrap the important visceral blood vessels and nerves of the human body and are an important way for forensic pathology to determine the cause of death.
Jiang Yuan answered "yes" and added, "I've done it twice."
"Then you come and do it." Wu Jun handed the scalpel to Jiang Yuan and said: "You may know, but I still remind you, be careful not to cut your own hand when cutting. The temperature in the dissecting room is too low.
, the blade is so fast, you won’t even feel it when it first cuts. The criterion is whether there is blood flowing out. The corpse does not bleed, so the only one who bleeds is you..."
Jiang Yuan nodded, looked at the corpse in front of him again, adjusted his posture, picked up the scalpel, lowered the blade, held it against the neck, and drew a straight line to the top of the pubic symphysis...
Uncle Seventeen's body is thick and needs to be cut very deeply, and the fat that comes out is yellow and white.
The extra-long straight-shaped incision is extremely long and large, which looks far more cruel than the autopsies in movies and TV shows. This is also a common technique used by domestic forensic doctors, and is slightly different from the Y-shaped incision in the United States.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yuan began to separate the muscle tissue of the chest, and then cut along the cartilage dividing line connecting the ribs and sternum.
The autopsy had just begun. The nervous uncle took a deep breath, then his face changed, he turned around and vomited.
