Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 250 Perfectionism 4
The doctor who saved the semi-trailer driver happened to be the deceased's wife?

After finishing the surgery, I heard that the patient I had just saved had killed her husband in a car accident just a few hours earlier. I could imagine how devastated she must have been without even having to put myself in her shoes.

This twist of fate is truly heartbreaking.

Tan Jia paused for three seconds in silence, then analyzed, "If she had been working the night shift all night and was still able to perform surgery on the semi-trailer truck driver who was taken to the hospital, then she wouldn't have had time to commit the crime. At the very least, the person sitting in the back seat at the time wouldn't have been her."

As for whether it was a remote killing, such as drugging the victim to slowly induce symptoms, releasing paralyzing gas in the car, or hiring someone to commit murder, we would need to communicate with the other party before we could draw a conclusion.

Zheng Yan thought the same thing. He asked Tan Ming about the other person's whereabouts and learned that the person had gone to the funeral home. He then took Tan Jia with him and rushed over there.

The funeral home is permeated with an unpleasant, stuffy smell all year round, reminiscent of the strong incense burning in public restrooms or the heavy incense that can be smelled everywhere in newly built shopping malls.

They are all masking some kind of odor that cannot be eliminated.

As you go inside, the smell becomes even stronger.

The deceased Xu Youan's wife, Yuan Qing, was walking out of a room. The only sound in the quiet, somewhat eerie corridor was her footsteps.

She was still wearing her white coat, her beautiful face blank and expressionless, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the news of her husband's death. Sadness and pain lined up behind her eyes, waiting to seize the opportunity when she realized what "death" really meant.

She walked very slowly, stopping twice along the way, until she reached the nearest bench and sat down, her shoulders slumped, her head bowed, and she remained motionless.

The traffic police officers who came to handle the matter couldn't bear to disturb her.

Zheng Yan sighed softly and winked at Tan Jia: "Let's go, let's go see the body first."

Xu Youan's body was only given a simple cleaning, the horrifying bloodstains were washed away, but the deformed bones and the deep and shallow wounds on the skin surface remained as they were, a gruesome sight, completely unlike the handsome man in the photo.

Old Li is examining the wounds.

Tan Ming came over and reported: "Based on the current examination results, the deceased did not have any of the common acute illnesses that could cause extreme physical discomfort leading to evasive errors, nor were there any signs of poisoning, nor was it drunk driving. However, some symptoms are not easily detected on the surface and require an autopsy."

However, they currently lack concrete evidence to prove that this may be a murder case, and without the family's consent, they do not have the right to perform an autopsy.

Zheng Yan pondered for a moment, then asked, "Are the wounds on the deceased consistent with a car crash?"

"That's how it appears at the moment; no other man-made wounds have been found so far."

"After the family learned of the deceased's death, did they react unusually between the time she came in to identify the body and the time between then and now?"

What does "unusual" mean? Tan Ming felt his brain was a bit dull, and his ability to perceive other people's unusual emotions was somewhat worn down, so he simply described everything he had seen.

"She overheard the traffic police and emergency center staff discussing the incident at the hospital and sensed something was wrong. After asking around, she confirmed that the deceased was her husband. She had just come out of surgery a few minutes earlier. After confirming the news, she stood there for a while, then suddenly collapsed backward, unable to breathe. The nurses tried to take her to the office, but she struggled to walk out, grabbing the traffic police and asking where the deceased was." "Then the traffic police brought her in. When they came in and saw the body, they first checked the deceased's mouth, nose, breathing, and carotid artery to confirm that he was indeed dead. She covered her eyes and stood bent over for quite a while. I think this is a normal reaction; I didn't notice anything wrong with her."

People react differently when they learn of the unexpected death of a loved one. It's not just about breaking down in tears to express sadness. When the pain is too intense, feelings of bewilderment and disbelief can step in and give the brain some time to process the grief.

Tan Jia listened without finding any problem.

“But we still have to ask her. She was the closest person to the deceased, and even if she really isn’t the murderer, she can still provide some clues about the real killer.”

Zheng Yan nodded: "And we also need to find a way to get her to agree to an autopsy of the deceased for examination."

So they went out and found Yuan Qing again.

Her back was hunched, and she covered her face with her hands, sobbing. The movements were small, but tears streamed down her wrists, soaking her sterile surgical gown that she hadn't had time to take off.

"Ms. Yuan, please accept our condolences," the traffic police officers were pushed forward and handed over two pieces of paper provided by Tan Jia. "We would like to ask you a few questions regarding your husband's car accident."

Yuan Qing raised her bloodshot eyes, took a tissue and tidied herself up, but when she opened her mouth she couldn't speak. Her throat seemed to be blocked by pain. She could only take a deep breath and nod in agreement.

The traffic police asked, "Your husband was driving on Chengnan Avenue around 5 a.m. this morning when, for some reason, the car suddenly went out of control and crashed into a semi-trailer truck in the opposite lane. We checked, and he has been driving for eleven years. He should have enough experience to avoid a semi-trailer truck, and at the very least, he shouldn't have crashed into it. So we suspect that he may have been driving while fatigued or had a sudden illness, which led to this result. Do you know if he has a heart condition or anything like that?"

“No,” Yuan Qing’s voice was hoarse and tight, and she had to open her mouth to breathe after saying just two words, trying to suppress the trembling. “Apart from a slight problem with his stomach, he is otherwise very healthy.”

"What about driving while fatigued? Do you know when he set off and how many hours he drove continuously?"

“It should have been about three hours,” she said, her eyes still downcast, her soaked tissues still holding back her tears. “He was attending an important meeting in Haishi. He said he would come back after the meeting and pick me up from get off work. We agreed to meet at the hospital entrance.”

"So it really was driving while fatigued?"

"Maybe, but he's driven like this before and never had any problems," she said absentmindedly, then covered her eyes to hide her reddened eye sockets.

The traffic policeman gestured with his chin toward Zheng Yan behind him, indicating that they were the ones asking the questions.

"Dr. Yuan, you and your husband are newlyweds?"

“Hmm,” Yuan Qing’s voice was muffled, “We got married a little over a month ago. We had agreed that after I finished my busy month, he would take a week off to finish his work so we could go on our honeymoon. I had already chosen the location.”

"It sounds like you two have a very good relationship. When you called him a few hours ago, did you notice anything unusual? Was he alone when he left Haishi?"

"What's wrong? Are you tired?" That was Yuan Qing's first thought, but when she looked up and saw Zheng Yan, who wasn't wearing a traffic police uniform, and thought about his question earlier, she almost blurted out, "Does your husband have a mistress in his car?"

“Impossible… There’s no one else here, and nothing seems amiss,” she frowned, her tone sharp. “We have a great relationship! He would never betray me!”