My Dear Miss Medical Examiner Chapter 83-1

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Taian ntal Hospital.

Is she asleep? Lin Yan looked inside through the gap above the iron door. She saw Aunt Chen lying on the bed, with an IV stand next to it. The bottle on top was already half empty.

The director followed beside her, speaking respectfully, She took her dicine and went to sleep, Miss.

She willingly took the dicine?

The doctor sighed, We crushed the dicine and mixed it with her food to feed her. Otherwise, she wouldnt take it.

A worried expression clouded Lin Yans brow. Does she still have a chance to recover?

The director, in his forties, used to be the head of the psychiatric departnt in a large public hospital in China before joining here. He shook his head and said, The chances are slim. Considering her age, we can only hope to delay the progression of her condition and reduce relapses.

Lin Yan herself was considered half a doctor. Seven years ago, when she was found in China through soones connection, she was even worse than she is now, hiding under a bridge. It was impossible to tell her gender, let alone recognize her as a human.

Over the past seven years, she had exhausted every dical thod, conventional and unconventional, physical and psychological, various cutting-edge dications, and advanced technologies. But Aunt Chen could only recover to a state of intermittent clarity and confusion. She was far from eting the criteria for discharge and recovery from ntal illness. As her age gradually increased, various complications followed, such as hypertension, heart disease, anemia, gastric ulcers, and so on.

In her youth, she had suffered a lot in search of Chunan, and in her old age, her body gradually deteriorated. Aging was sothing that humans couldnt prevent no matter what.

Lin Yans heart trembled as she looked at her graying hair, saying, Open the door. I want to go in and see her.

The director hesitated, Miss, its too dangerous

After all, she was a ntally ill patient.

Open the door, she said in an uncompromising tone.

The directors scalp tingled, and he had no choice but to take the key and open the door for her.

Lin Yan walked in but suddenly rembered sothing. She took out a test tube from her shoulder bag and handed it to him.

Find soone to do the test. Do it in our own laboratory. I want to see the test results within three days at the latest.

The director received the test tube with both hands. Yes, Miss.

After the director left, he left the key with her.

There wasnt even a chair in the psychiatric ward where the patient was kept. Lin Yan squatted down by the bed, surveying her face lined with wrinkles. She gently combed the white hair stuck to her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.

Perhaps due to the dication, Aunt Chen was sleeping soundly. As she continued to look at her, mories of her first visit to the Chen family over a decade ago inevitably ca to mind.

Two people shared a worn-out umbrella and ran through the muddy path.

Mischievous neighborhood kids pointed and whispered behind them.

Hey, isnt that the child from the murderers family? How dare she co back.

Like mother, like daughter. The offspring of a mouse knows how to dig holes. Dont be fooled by her good grades. She might be up to sothing. Youre not allowed to play with her, understand?

Thats right, lets go, dont look back. Go ho and have dinner. If they hear you, they might co after you with a knife. You wont even have a place to cry.

Lin Yan wanted to run into the rain.

Chen Chunan firmly grabbed her sleeve. Lin Yan, what are you doing?!

Are you just going to let them say those things about you? Young Lin Yan had a righteous and fearless temperant, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. Although she wasnt close to Chen Chunan before, she was now wearing her clothes around her waist and naturally couldnt stand idly by.

She was always clear about right and wrong. Whoever treated her well, she would treat them well in return.

Chen Chunan shook her head, closed the umbrella, and pushed open the old wooden door of her own ho.

Im used to it.

There was no sign of sadness or distress on her face, as if she was simply remarking on the nice weather today. When she turned to call her mother, her tone beca even more cheerful and lively.

She truly didnt take those words to heart.

Mom, Im back.

Mother Chen was cooking, with a coal stove placed next to the window, just sitting on the floor. She bent over, struggling as she held the ladle. Upon hearing her daughters voice, she turned around but was montarily stunned.

Youre back. And who is this

Since her father was imprisoned, no one had ever set foot in their small ho.

Chen Chunan excitedly pulled Lin Yans arm and pushed her into the middle of the room. Mom, this is Lin Yan, my classmate.

Mother Chen nervously wiped her hands on her apron and greeted her, Please sit, please sit, Lin Yan. I happen to be cooking. Stay and have so food.

Lin Yan stood still, not moving or saying anything. On one hand, she was not accustod to such enthusiasm, and on the other hand

Mother Chen noticed her uneasy posture, her face pale, and Chen Chunans school jacket tied around her waist. She understood what was going on.

Not feeling well? Girls feel like this the first ti they have their period. Auntie will make you a drink with fernted rice and eggs, and the pain will go away.

It was the first ti twelve-year-old Lin Yan had heard the sowhat unfamiliar term period. A sense of unease swept over her face, as if it was sothing unforgivable, a great sin. She curled her toes uncomfortably.

She almost wanted to run away imdiately.

But Chen Chunan, as if experienced, took her behind the curtain surrounding the bed.

Mom, Ill take her to change her clothes first.

Mother Chen continued cooking and replied, Bring out the new pants I bought for you last ti. Let your friend wear them. I think youre about the sa height, so they should fit.

Chen Chunans school uniform had been washed and worn countless tis. Not only were the sleeves and pant legs too short, but they also had patches. On the other hand, Lin Yan was a pretty little girl. Although her new clothes were always dirtied from her fights, the sandals she wore were the latest model seen on television. Chen Chunans mother probably couldnt afford them with her years salary.

Chen Chunan dug out the pants from the bottom of the wardrobe, which was actually several plastic boxes stacked together.

The packaging of the pants had not been opened. Lin Yan caressed them lovingly and gently tore open the plastic bag, releasing a strong scent of cheap denim.

Chen Chunan felt a slight reluctance but still carefully handed the pants to her. Here, wear these.

When she erged from behind the curtain with a flushed face, several chairs arranged as a makeshift table were already set with food. This ho was bare and empty, with no decent place to sit except for the bed. The walls were patched with newspapers where the paint had peeled off, while the other side was covered with Chen Chunans certificates and awards.

Chen Chunan sat cross-legged on the damp and cold floor, and Lin Yan slowly approached.

Ill give you another new one tomorrow.

No need, its fine as long as its clean. Mother Chen placed the fernted rice and egg dish on the table and pulled out a cushion for her to sit on.

Please sit, please sit. Our ho is run-down, please dont mind.

The food on the table was also extrely simple: white congee with scattered vegetable leaves, a watery soup with only a few grains of rice, dark and salty pickled vegetables, and mantou buns that had been sitting for who knows how long, with mold spots on the white surface. The only thing that still looked sowhat appetizing was the stead sweet potato.

Chen Chunan looked at her bowl of fernted rice and eggs, swallowing her saliva. I can only eat this when I have my period each month.

Lin Yan understood that this was an exceptionally precious food for the Chen family, especially for Chen Chunan.

Without sitting down, the young Lin Yan stuffed the discarded clothes into her backpack and turned to leave. Im going ho.

Eh Chunan put down her chopsticks and chased after her, stuffing a thin white item into her hand.

Isnt your ho far away? Rember to change it on the way. Dont eat anything cold in the next few days. Thats what my mom said. She knows everything.

Lin Yan held the sanitary pad as if she were holding a hot potato. She wanted to throw it away but clenched it tightly in her hand. She pushed Chunan away and ran into the rain without looking back.

That sanitary pad was the lowest-quality thing Lin Yan had ever used in her life. It was neither soft nor absorbent, not even made of pure cotton. It felt a bit stuffy and uncomfortable. But she always rembered that pair of pants and the warmth of Chunan handing her the sanitary pad.

That mory lasted nineteen years.

Mother Chen had also transford from a kind aunt who knew everything into her current state, a hazy and ghostly figure.

Fate can really play tricks on people.

Lin Yan forced a smile, lifted her head to hold back her tears, and saw that the IV bag above her was empty. She picked up another bottle from the tray at the head of the bed, carefully observed it under the faint moonlight, and hung it for her again.

Turning back, she pressed down the flipped-up tape on her hand one by one, tucked her arm into the blanket, adjusted the bedsheet, and then quietly left.

When she returned to the entrance of the villa, soone was already waiting for her.

The last ti Song Yuhang waited for her like this, it was a night of pouring rain.

Now, it was a scene of snowflakes covering the mountains and plains.

She didnt go in despite having a fingerprint, instead squatting next to the bustling sunflower nursery, smoking a cigarette. The streetlight cast a dim yellow halo on her, and a pile of cigarette butts lay at her feet.

Snowflakes piled up on her black hair, and she didnt know how long she had been waiting. From a distance, she almost looked like a snowman.

Song Yuhang had spotted the car lights early and threw away her cigarette as she walked up to et her. She opened the car door for her and even took an umbrella from the drivers hand to hold it for her.

As soon as she spoke, the snow on her eyebrows and corners of her eyes lted, making her look as if she had been crying. Her nose was red from the cold.

Youre back.

She didnt ask where she had been.

The driver took out the things they had bought together from the trunk, unable to put them down. So were also placed on the back seat.

Lin Yan leaned down to pick it up, but Song Yuhang helped her up and handed her the umbrella.

You hold it, Ill co, Ill co.

She and the driver carried the things into the lobby, but when they turned back to lock the car and catch up, they found that the glass door of the lobby was locked from the inside.

She could enter through the exterior fingerprint lock, but this door inside was locked from the inside, and it was bulletproof glass. She really couldnt get in.

Song Yuhang pounded on the door, and the hot breath turned into white mist on the glass. Lin Yan, let in. Listen to explain, okay

Lin Yan ca out of the cloakroom after changing her clothes, wearing a loose robe and barefoot on the floor. She held a fashion magazine in her hand, poured a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet, and walked to the window, closing the curtains one by one.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Song Yuhang sighed, leaned against the glass door, and took out a cigarette from her pocket to light it up.

When Lin Yan finished her drink and was about to take a shower, she glanced through the gap in the curtains. That person was squatting in the courtyard, playing with the snow on the ground and using a twig to write her na.

Lin Yan twitched her mouth, thinking how non-mainstream he was, rolled her eyes, and went into the bathroom.

After she finished soaking in the bath and applied a face mask, she poured another glass of red wine and headed upstairs. Song Yuhang was exercising in the yard, engaging in high leg runs and one-handed push-ups.

Well, she certainly had a lot of energy. It seed like she wouldnt freeze to death tonight.

Lin Yan carried the stemd glass as she went upstairs and went straight to the attic, locking herself in the darkroom.

This was her secret base in the Qingshan Villa. The door was always locked, without any fancy technology. A super-grade C lock was the best anti-theft asure.

The darkroom was filled with photographs of various sizes, most of them related to Chen Chunan. Lin Yan turned on the desk lamp, holding the red wine as she approached the wall of clues.

There were still traces of her previous markings with a paint pen.

In the center, a yellowed photograph of Chunan was pinned with a thumbtack.

The rest were scattered clues that didnt form a coherent mind map. However, over the years, she had made so progress.

She looked at the black and white photo of Li Bin and walked up to tear it off.

This lead had co to an end.

So, who could have possibly co into contact with Chunans body at that ti?

The person who reported the case?

Eyewitnesses?

The detective in charge of the investigation?

The assistant forensic examiner?

The intern forensic examiner?

The forensic technician?

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