American forensics, but the gourmet system

"Lorne, what do you think?"

Dr. Black handed the laptop to Dr. Beckman.

Dr. Beckman took the computer, looked at the photos Russell had taken several times, and then said:

"These clues are indeed new discoveries... but I don't know if that's enough to justify reopening the case."

“You’ve got it right, Lorne.” Dr. Black nodded in satisfaction. “From my perspective, it’s not possible to reopen this cold case right now. I’m not being nitpicky, but these tiny bone fractures can’t even be detected on an X-ray, and it would be very difficult to find medical records. In other words, we’re currently finding it difficult to identify the victim… To reopen the investigation, we need to make a breakthrough.”

"My opinion is exactly the same as yours. Thank you for your help, Dr. Blake."

Dr. Beckman politely thanked Dr. Black and saw him out of the dissection room.

Russell said nothing and began to collect the remaining limbs on the dismemberment table.

Dr. Beckman returned and leaned against the door of the dissection room, looking at Russell.

After Russell put the remaining half-leg and one foot back into the freezer, Dr. Beckman finally asked:

"Disappointed, aren't you?"

"A little, I suppose." Russell shrugged. "I thought things would turn out better."

"This isn't your problem," Dr. Beckman said calmly. "As the administrator of the forensic center, Dr. Black has more to consider... such as whether there are enough staff recently, and how much cooperation the NYPD might provide... Reopening an investigation into a cold case is not easy, but if you become an administrator, or have a laboratory that you spearheaded, you will have enough say to conduct investigations according to your wishes."

"That is indeed a bit difficult." Russell gave a wry smile. "Dr. Black must be about 60 years old this year, right?"

Dr. Beckman squinted and thought for a moment:

"Pretty much. When I was about your age, Dr. Blake was already a senior forensic pathologist here."

"It seems I need another 40 years of my career to gain a voice... So, can my examination be declared over?" Russell pointed to the tibia still on the microscope table and asked with a wry smile, "I can't think of a way to confirm the identity of the deceased... the victim, with just a small pit and three bone cracks.

Dr. Beckman glanced at his watch and said to Russell:

"That's all for today. I suggest you leave work early, otherwise you'll get stuck in traffic later."

"I'll take the subway."

Russell smiled, scooped up the remaining solids from the pot and put them into an evidence bag, then poured the rest of the soup down the drain.

Dr. Beckman didn't react much either. He leaned against the door of the dissection room and quietly watched Russell pack up.

After Russell had put everything back in its place in the dissection room, Dr. Beckman suddenly spoke:

"Russell, I suggest you continue to follow up on this cold case..."

Russell was packing his laptop into his backpack when he heard Dr. Beckman's words. He paused for a moment, then asked:

Why?

"I think you have a lot of potential," Dr. Beckman said with a shrug. "Your education, your solid theoretical foundation, and your occasional epiphany... I hope you can help me take my career to the next level."

Russell didn't quite understand what Dr. Beckman meant.

"I...help you?"

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Dr. Beckman touched his chin, looking somewhat melancholy:

"I applied to lead the establishment of a comprehensive crime scene laboratory within OCME, encompassing crime scene investigation, trace evidence analysis, and forensic identification, but my application was rejected by the Deputy Chief Medical Examiner… His reason for rejection was that I didn't have enough qualified assistants, and the forensic department didn't have enough staff to allocate to me. But if you can solve this cold case and make management realize your potential… it could be a significant leap forward in my career, both for you and for me…"

Russell understood what Dr. Beckman meant.

……

On the subway, Russell kept thinking about what Dr. Beckman had said to him in the dissection room.

Prior to this, Russell had never thought about his career planning, nor did he have any so-called short-term or long-term goals. His only goal was to gain a foothold and survive in New York.

Today, Dr. Beckman's words have prompted Russell to think even more deeply.

In New York City's forensic hierarchy, the job level is divided into a three-tier system: training positions, formal professional positions, and management positions.

The training positions are only for intern forensic doctors, while the formal professional positions are divided into first-level forensic doctors, second-level senior forensic doctors, and advanced forensic doctors.

Beckman is at the senior forensic level at OCME and has a private office at the forensic center.

Above that are three management positions: department head, deputy chief medical examiner of a district, and chief medical examiner of New York City.

Dr. Blake is at the department head level, and in terms of both professional expertise and seniority, he is one of the best in forensic medicine.

Now, with the help of the system, Russell has successfully become a Level 1 forensic pathologist, earning a monthly after-tax salary of around $5000.

Dr. Beckman's annual salary is between $25 and $30, which is about five times that of Russell.

Russell wasn't too sure about Dr. Blake's annual salary. He only knew that Dr. Blake also had a part-time job at NYU School of Medicine, and his annual salary was conservatively estimated to be over $80.

Russell stared at the stained floor of the subway car, wondering how he could earn as much money as Dr. Black...

Although Russell's awakened culinary system is somewhat abstract, the abilities it grants him are undeniably powerful.

With the help of the system, Russell's expertise in forensic medicine may not be inferior to that of Dr. Beckman or even Dr. Black.

This means that Russell also has a chance to surpass the two of them in future rank. After all, forensic medicine is a profession that highly values ​​professional skills and practical experience.

On the rattling, swaying subway, Russell confirmed his short-term and long-term goals for his forensic career.

The short-term goal, of course, is to solve the broken leg case, help Dr. Beckman establish a crime scene laboratory, and earn the $3 reward offered by the authorities.

My long-term goal is to solve more major cold cases, become the department head of the Brooklyn Medical Center, and earn an annual salary of $80.

In short, the goal is to make money!

Thinking of these two numbers immediately filled Russell with enthusiasm.

The subway swayed and came to a stop. Russell stepped out of the subway car. There was something spilled on the platform floor that was sticky on the soles of his shoes.

Breathing in the air of the subway station, which was faintly mixed with the stench of filth and mildew, Russell suddenly remembered that he still had two skill upgrade points left to use.

He then opened the system interface and began to study it.

In the system skills section, two skill bars are flashing:

The Butcher's Skill of Carving an Ox (Beginner Level)

Cooking techniques (Master level)

Two skill upgrade points collided beside the skill bar, like twinkling stars in the night sky.

However, the skill bar for controlling the heat has turned gray, preventing them from entering.

It seems that Master level is already the highest level of skill.