"Of course I'm sure."
Seeing Luo An's expression, the old forensic doctor chuckled, pulled the blue drape back over the body, and continued:
"As far as I know, all reputable hospitals in New York State no longer use polyacrylamide hydrogel for breast augntation surgeries in won."
Reesi, who was standing by, picked up on this and asked:
"You an, the only ones using this material now are those illegal underground clinics?"
"That's right."
Receiving the old forensic doctor's affirmative answer, Reesi blinked and turned to look at Luo An.
Seeing Reesi's gaze, Luo An shook his head helplessly.
"There are just too many underground clinics in New York."
The city of New York has always been known for its simple folk customs and harmonious, loving environnt.
The citizens also have picked up the good habit of falling asleep to the sound of gunshots.
If there isn't the sound of gunfire one day, the citizens of New York would find it hard to sleep.
However, with the sound of gunfire cos the likelihood of people getting injured, and those who get injured need dical care.
Arica insists on the capitalist developnt route, and where there is demand, supply is naturally provided.
Thus, illegal underground clinics sprouted like bamboo shoots after a rain in the New York Underworld, scattered across various districts.
To thoroughly understand these underground clinics, apart from the IRS, neither the NYPD nor the FBI could possibly manage it.
Hearing Luo An shake his head and say this, Reesi's brows furrowed tightly, as she had also thought of this point.
Just as she wanted to say sothing, Luo An suddenly looked up at the old forensic doctor and asked:
"What is your opinion about the skills or technique of the doctor who did these breast augntations?"
"Skills or technique?"
Hearing Luo An's question, the old forensic doctor raised his eyebrows; he hadn't really thought about this aspect.
After folding his arms across his chest and mulling it over carefully, the old forensic doctor eventually said in a deep voice:
"This doctor used a multilevel puncture injection technique during the breast augntation surgery such that the hydrogel diffused within the breast tissue.
Moreover, while administering the hydrogel injections, there was no acute bleeding from punctured capillaries, nor was there any tearing or blood seepage due to the injection being too deep or too shallow..."
"Sorry."
Hearing the old forensic doctor spout a whole bunch of professional jargon, Reesi looked utterly confused and quickly waved her hands, asking:
"Can you just directly state your conclusion?"
The old forensic doctor rolled his eyes at her words, while Luo An, supporting his chin, nodded thoughtfully:
"You an to say that this doctor is very experienced in breast augntation surgery, and could even likely be an expert in this field."
The old forensic doctor nodded in satisfaction and then shot Reesi a look that said "look at that."
Reesi: "..."
Just then, Reesi's phone suddenly rang.
After pressing the answer button and talking briefly, Reesi tilted her head towards Luo An:
"The girl who survived has finished her surgeries and has woken up just now. Shall we go interview her now?"
"Of course."
Luo An nodded, had a quick chat with the old forensic doctor, and turned to leave the NYPD autopsy room.
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Hospital, corridor.
Luo An walked towards the elevator, with Reesi next to him holding a folder, walking and briefing him on the girl's information:
"Jenelle Skrodo, 21 years old, Ukrainian.
Three years ago in autumn, she flew from Kyiv to Kennedy International Airport, with a two-year tourist visa."
"Ukrainian?"
Luo An raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and thought for a mont, then continued to ask:
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"Does she have any relatives in New York?"
"No."
Reesi shook her head, closed the folder she was holding, and walked into the elevator with Luo An as she explained:
"Jenelle's parents are both Ukrainians, and the other relatives are also Ukrainian.
The records from customs show that Jenelle ca to live in a suite in a hotel in New York. But Mona just checked that hotel's records, and Jenelle never stayed there.
In fact, the second day after Jenelle arrived in New York, she completely disappeared off the radar."
After hearing Reesi's explanation, Luo An's brows furrowed deeply. The elevator door opened and he walked with Reesi toward the girl's ward.
Jenelle, wrapped in bandages in many places, was lying in the hospital bed. When Luo An and Reesi pushed the door and entered the room, she was silently shedding tears without making a sound.
Luo An gave Jenelle a quick glance and found that she indeed was a beauty who fit the European standard of aesthetics. He took out the golden badge of the FBI from his pocket and said:
"Hello, Jenelle, we're from the FBI. May we ask you a few questions?"
"FBI?"
Jenelle was taken aback, instinctively wanting to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, but both her hands were injured and she couldn't move at all.
Seeing this, Reesi quickly pulled out a few tissues from the side and gently wiped Jenelle's tears away.
"Thank you."
Jenelle cast a grateful look at Reesi, her voice a bit hoarse as she thanked her, then turned her head to look at Luo An:
"Are you with the FBI investigating this case?
I beg you, you must catch them! There are many more girls like out there."
"Of course, that's why we're here."
Luo An turned his head toward Reesi, who imdiately took out a small notebook from her pocket, ready to record any key information that might be useful.
After receiving Luo An's affirmative reply, Jenelle didn't waste any words and imdiately recounted the whole incident.
At 18 years old, Jenelle saw an advertisent for a modeling agency in a local Ukrainian newspaper, promising to take them to New York to model and make good money.
With little social experience, young girls always fantasized about modeling, so Jenelle didn't hesitate long before calling the number in the paper.
In so company in Kyiv, after a simple physical fitness test and an identity check, Jenelle smoothly boarded the plane to New York.
Sitting in the plane, Jenelle thought this was the first step on the path to success in her life.
But unexpectedly, this was actually her descent into hell.
"When I first arrived in New York, a man nad John ca to pick up.
That day, John was very nice to , he didn't just show around New York's sights, but also took to eat at a restaurant."
Speaking of this, Jenelle's face was full of hate and regret:
"That night, John handed a glass of champagne, and I drank it without thinking.
The next day when I woke up, I found myself lying in a basent, with my limbs firmly chained.
Soon, John ca in, he told that if I dared to resist, he would kill and my family.
Then, he and two other n brutalized , for three whole days..."
Saying this, Jenelle's face turned pale, weeping without being able to utter a sound.
Reesi's face turned grim upon hearing this, comforting her in a low voice while picking up a tissue again to dab at Jenelle's tears.
Luo An kept his expression unchanged, but he shook his head inwardly.
There's no such thing as a free lunch, and the free stuff is the most expensive, this saying applies everywhere.
After a few minutes, Jenelle had cald down, and seeing this, Reesi comforted her with a few words before asking in a low voice:
"Jenelle, where was the place John held you captive?"
"I don't know."
Jenelle shook her head, sobbing as she answered:
"That place had several basents, each one imprisoning won like .
But every ti I was taken out to be sold, John would have soone blindfold ."
Hearing this, Reesi's eyebrows locked together tightly, just as she turned her gaze towards Luo An, Jenelle suddenly said:
"But I know one thing."
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