Considering his job and some rumors about this guy, Su Qiao roughly understood why he was so worried about his hands. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold a scalpel in the future.
"Don't worry, no bones or tendons were injured. You will be able to use a knife in the future."
While Su Qiao was skillfully stitching up his wound, he lightly joked: "Shouldn't you perform better when people are watching you at work? How could you cut your own hand?"
For some reason, Du Muhan instinctively believed her words, probably because of her skilled suturing techniques!
He gradually calmed down. "You mean the social facilitation effect?"
The social facilitation effect means that when someone is watching them, people who are doing something will involuntarily try hard to show their best and most capable side.
"Don't stare at me. That won't work on me."
Su Qiao didn't even raise her head as she wrapped him up with gauze and taped him: "You weren't staring at me, so how do you know I was staring at you?"
"Also, do you think I have too much free time to study you?"
Just now when they were outside, she didn't know who approached her, feeling hot and cold at the same time.
Du Muhan raised his hand, took a look, and then said, "It's better this way."
Su Qiao put her hands on her hips and stared at him unhappily: "If you can't speak, just shut up and talk less. This way you can at least fool outsiders."
Su Qiao had wanted to tell him this for a long time.
This guy's mouth is like a lit firecracker. It can choke people to death when he opens his mouth.
"You have such a mean mouth..." She was obviously the one who spoke cruelly and viciously, so why did she turn around and dislike him for not being able to speak
Du Muhan was scolded so much that he didn't know how to respond.
It has been a long, long time since anyone has scolded him like this.
The memory of being scolded has become so blurry that I can't see it clearly.
"I have a pretty mouth, I know that, you don't need to remind me." Su Qiao didn't let him speak at all.
"you… "
As soon as Du Muhan uttered a word, Su Qiao's arrogant words continued to snatch his chance to speak.
"Did you meet someone better than you, so you're not convinced?"
Du Muhan was a little helpless. Just as he was about to sigh and end this boring conversation with her, he saw Su Qiao put on gloves at some point and was holding a scalpel, ready to work on the corpse.
"Don't move!"
Du Muhan hurried over, stretched out his hand to block the body, and stared at her coldly and angrily: "What are you going to do?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes.
Isn't it obvious enough for her
She pushed him aside and said, "Stand aside. The injured should do what the injured should do."
"You... want to dissect it?" Du Muhan couldn't believe it. As if he was seriously offended, he stepped forward to stop her again: "You are fooling around!"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes: "You are very noisy, you know that?"
The body had been soaked in water for quite some time, and before that it had been soaked in certain chemicals. If it wasn't dissected, it would be even more difficult to find anything.
If we perform an autopsy now, we can also check whether there are any foreign objects left in the organ tissues, do a bone marrow diatom test, and find out what those black things in the throat are.
Of course, time is of the essence, so we can hand it over to another anatomist in the bureau, but...
Su Qiao glanced at his hand wrapped in gauze.
If people knew that he cut himself during the autopsy, he would probably be laughed at, right
It might also damage his good reputation of never having had any accidents in the past.
"Don't mess around."
Du Muhan was really angry and anxious.
No one has ever said that he is noisy. Everyone's unanimous evaluation of him is that he has a calm personality and is very frugal with words.