Qiao Nian was unaware of the commotion outside.
They entered the funeral home from the parking lot in a low-key manner, and before they got close, they heard heart-wrenching cries from inside.
There was the sound of an old man crying.
There were also cries of young women.
The sad cry was like an invisible hand grasping Qiao Nian's heart, squeezing her heart tighter and making it difficult for her to breathe.
After a while, a staff member came over with a forensic doctor, an old man with gray hair, and a woman with red eyes from crying.
"Master."
"What are the results of the autopsy?" Ye Wangchuan was handsome and arrogant, as if he was someone who shouldn't be in the occasion, but he came anyway.
The forensic doctor came over in a hurry. He also knew the identity of the visitor. He shook his head and replied solemnly: "From what we can see now, there are no external injuries on the deceased's body, no trace of drinking in the stomach, and no drug components have been detected in the saliva. There is no major disease, and the heart and other functions are intact. If we follow our procedures to preliminarily judge that the deceased died in an accidental car accident..."
The crying woman quickly denied it in a hoarse voice, "Impossible! He couldn't have died in a car accident. He was a good driver, and he took our family to the amusement park on weekends. We've also been on the highway and nothing happened. How could he have a car accident on his way to work?"
The medical examiner was unable to answer and stammered, "I'm sorry... this is just our preliminary examination result. We will also send gastric juice and blood samples for examination, and perhaps we can find out the cause."
Qiao Nian said at this time: "Can you give me a copy of the sample you mentioned?"
The forensic doctor looked at her in surprise, as if asking who is this
Ye Wangchuan tilted his head to look at the girl.
Qiao Nian put his hands in his pockets, his face full of dissatisfaction, but when his eyes fell on the old man and the crying woman, he withdrew his hands without a trace and stood up straighter.
Explained to the two of them.
"I have a friend who has been doing pharmaceutical research for years. Maybe he can find out something different."
She rarely asked for others' opinions. Qiao Nian thought for a moment and added, "Is it okay?" She was asking the old man and the crying woman if they agreed.
The old man met those dark eyes, rubbed his dry and chapped lips, and said tiredly: "Thank you."
Qiao Nian nodded slightly, understanding what he meant, and said solemnly with clear eyes: "I will find out the truth and give him justice."
The old man looked at her deeply and said again: "Thank you."
This time the tone was softer, not as harsh as at the beginning.
Qiao Nian didn't nod this time, but just said, "This is what we should do."
The old man shook his head: "Nothing should be done... He..."
At this point, his eyes welled up, and he tried his best to control his emotions and said: "My son has loved rockets since he was a child. This is his life wish come true. I am proud of him."
The woman at the side burst into tears again, unable to control her tears, and almost fainted and sat on the ground. Fortunately, Qiao Nian was quick to support her and whispered, "My condolences."
The woman managed to stand firmly, but she was so choked up that she couldn't even speak.
Ye Wangchuan chatted with the old man for a few words, and the gloomy and dead air on the old man faded a lot, as if he had hope again.
She watched him handle everything, and finally he came back to her and said, "Let's go, go back."
The forensic doctor and others had already gone back.
There was still some warmth on Qiao Nian's hands from when he had supported the woman just now, and it was so hot that it seemed to have burned that piece of skin.
She calmly suppressed the boiling anger in her eyes, turned around and followed him out of here. (End of this chapter)