The senior who called was the head of the Discipline Inspection Department of the school. Fangze University had skipped countless classes in the past few years, and it was all because of this senior that she protected her. And I agreed to help with this matter. I promised my senior sister last week, so I had to go.
Otherwise, if the senior gets angry and settles old scores, Fang Ze's record of having fifteen classes a week and skipping an average of ten classes in the past few years, it is doubtful whether he can graduate.
Fang Ze glanced at Conan in the living room. Buddha, Hongjun, and Empress Nuwa, please protect me. In China, we only have the King of Hell and no God of Death. Maybe when Conan comes, the realm of the God of Death in China will be ineffective.
Fang Ze calmed down, walked over, and found that Conan was still browsing the web.
"Well, Conan, I need to go out now." Fang Ze looked at Conan and said.
"Well, okay, then I'll accompany you out." Conan turned off the computer and stood up. After all, the two of them were grasshoppers tied to a rope. No one could leave within a hundred meters of the other. .
"Wait a minute." Fang Ze saw that Conan's outfit was too conspicuous and easy to distinguish, so he said to Conan, "For some reasons, you need to disguise yourself."
Without saying anything, Fang Ze took off Conan's black-rimmed glasses. Anyway, this guy's eyesight was fine at all, and the glasses were just a disguise. Then Fang Ze found another bottle of hairspray and put it on Conan's head, stroking down all the dull hair that seemed to have been pressed out from sleep.
Now, even if Conan's biggest fans come here, they won't be able to recognize that this is Conan.
Fang Ze led Conan out of the house and walked to school smoothly without any incident.
Sure enough, it seems that this little student from the God of Death still has to be quiet when he comes to the territory of the Lord of Hell.
Because today is Monday, except for seniors like Fang Ze who have been idle waiting for graduation, other students are in class, so the school is quite quiet. Fang Ze led Conan all the way to the school's corpse storage room. in front of the house.
Of course, it was impossible to lead Conan into the morgue. After all, Conan looked like a child now. It was estimated that if he led him in, he would be kicked away by his senior sister.
Fang Ze and Conan estimated the distance and found that Conan could sit in the laboratory hall and wait for Fang Ze. As long as Fang Ze did not leave the laboratory building, the distance between the two would not exceed one hundred meters.
Fang Ze took the tablet with him when he went out, so he handed the tablet to Conan and let him play with it by himself. He put on a white coat, a mask, and plastic gloves, and walked into the morgue.
As soon as we entered the morgue, the pungent smell of formaldehyde rushed out. Inside the room is a cement platform like a bathtub, four square ones. The formalin has turned yellow-brown, and there are layers of corpses under the water. Although they cannot be seen, a few hands and backs are exposed on the water, like dead branches around the rocks.
Fang Ze's senior sister was also fully armed and staying in the middle of the morgue. In front of her was a trolley for moving corpses, with a young female corpse lying on the trolley.
"Senior Fan." Fang Ze waved his hand, indicating that he was coming.
Senior Sister Fan nodded, motioned for Fang Ze to come over, and together they helped her push the body into the anatomy room next door.
Fang Ze walked over, grabbed the cart, raised his eyes and looked at the face of the corpse. He was stunned for a moment, but without saying anything, he followed his senior sister to push the corpse to the autopsy room next door.
When we arrived at the dissecting room, the pungent smell of formaldehyde was gone, but replaced by the smell of disinfectant, which was just as unpleasant.
There once was a buddy at Fangze school who couldn't stand the smell of formalin, so he was smart enough to put a few drops of cooling oil on his mask. As a result, he shed tears while doing experiments, which made his instructor look bad when he saw others. He said, "One of the students I taught was so frightened that he cried during the first dissection." '
The senior sister turned around and closed the door of the morgue. Then Fang Ze looked at her and asked, "Is this the body of Teacher Qingya?"
"Yes." Senior Sister Fan nodded, "Otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to come over to help. Teacher Qingya liked you as a student before."
While Fang Ze and Senior Sister Fan took out various dissection tools, he asked, "Didn't Teacher Qingya die of a sudden heart attack? She didn't even have a last word. Who donated her body to the school?"
"Teacher Qingya signed the body donation agreement when she just graduated. I just didn't expect it to take effect so soon."
Teacher Qingya, whose full name is Wei Qingya, was Fang Ze’s biochemistry teacher back then. She was a graduate of the school. After graduating from graduate school, she entered the school as a teacher. However, she only taught Fang Ze for one year when Fang Ze was a freshman. It is said that I went home to rest because my heart was not good.
Last week, news came to the school that Teacher Qingya passed away due to a heart attack. Everyone spontaneously mourned. Unexpectedly, they saw Teacher Qingya’s body today.
Fang Ze first bowed deeply at 90 degrees to Teacher Qingya's body, and then he and Senior Sister Fan talked quietly while handling Teacher Qingya's body, dissecting the various internal organs and storing them in formalin bottles.
"I remember, isn't Teacher Qingya already married? It's amazing that her husband actually agreed to donate Teacher Qingya's body according to his wishes during his lifetime."
"Her husband is also a doctor." Senior Sister Fan explained.
"No wonder you are so open-minded." Fang Ze carefully took out Teacher Qingya's heart, and after processing it, he was about to put it into a jar of formalin for storage, when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Senior Fan." Fang Ze called out softly, then pointed at Teacher Qingya's pericardial cavity and said, "Why is the blood inside here coagulated and turned black?"
"Let me take a look." Senior Sister Fan came over and looked at Teacher Qingya's pericardial cavity, and sure enough she also found coagulated black blood.
"The corpse must have been contaminated during transportation." Senior Sister Fan said uncertainly.
"Is it possible that Teacher Qingya didn't have a heart attack?" Fang Ze looked at Senior Sister Fan and made a bold assumption.
"Are you overthinking it? Didn't you know about Teacher Qingya's heart condition since you were a freshman? It is said that Teacher Qingya's husband was still breathing when he took Teacher Qingya to the hospital, and did not rescue him at that time. Come here, he died just now. If it was for other reasons, it’s impossible that so many doctors couldn’t discover it.”
Fang Ze carefully put Teacher Qingya's heart into formalin, but he still felt a little reluctant.
If it were normal, Fang Ze might have thought that there was an accident or other reasons during the transportation of the corpse. After all, the coagulated black blood could not explain anything. But the arrival of Conan today made Fang Ze nervous. stretch.
"Senior Fan." Fang Ze asked, "Which hospital did Teacher Qingya die in?"
"It's the affiliated hospital of our school." Senior Sister Fan looked at Fang Ze and said, "Your former president of the e-sports club, Senior Zhang Zhiyu, is now interning in that hospital."
Fang Ze and Senior Sister Fan finished handling the body of Teacher Qingya. Senior Sister Fan originally planned to treat Fang Ze to a meal, but Fang Ze said he had something to do and ran out directly, and then found Conan sitting in the hall.
Conan looked at Fang Ze who was walking anxiously, raised his head and asked, "Brother Fang Ze, what's wrong?"
"Conan, come with me to the hospital."
ps: The real anatomy session is definitely not like this, so don’t take it seriously. I changed it for the narrative of the novel.
(End of chapter)