Although Ye Qingqing had no doubt about Mao Fangfei's professional knowledge, one was treating the living while the other studied the dead, and the difference was quite significant. If she could find an experienced forensic doctor to mentor her, the results would likely be even better.

After hearing her suggestion, Mao Fangfei hesitated and said, "I don't know any forensic doctors, where am I going to find someone to guide me?"

If all else fails, I can only ask my sister-in-law, but she usually handles economic crime cases and rarely takes criminal cases, and I doubt she has any friends in the forensic field.

Ye Qingqing had an idea and patted her chest to assure me, "Leave it to me, teacher, wait for my good news."

Fang Yanming is a criminal police officer who deals with forensic doctors every day; just ask him to introduce someone.

"Thank you! I'll treat you to a meal sometime!"

Mao Fangfei felt both grateful and ashamed. She had lived for thirty years in vain, not even as good as a little girl. This girl's circle of friends was truly rich, including all sorts of people.

Ye Qingqing winked and pleaded, "Let's skip the meal, teacher. How about you give me a 60% grade on the final exam? I really did save someone that day. If I lied, I'd gain 30 pounds!"

Mao Fangfei smiled, finally showing mercy, and said, "I already canceled your punishment a long time ago, what's your rush!"

She never intended to actually give a zero, and she knew that her nickname among the students was "Extinction Master." In fact, most of the students she gave zero marks to were those who didn't study hard, so giving them zero marks was not unfair at all. As for students like Ye Qingqing and Ruan Yingzi, she was just trying to scare them.

The 3,000-word self-criticism was only because she happened to be in a bad mood that day; she wouldn't normally get so angry.

Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, she managed to save her credits.

She immediately called Fang Yanming and told him about Mao Fangfei's desire to study forensic medicine, asking him to help introduce her to an excellent forensic doctor.

Fang Yanming is handling cases outside, with the bureau's most skilled forensic doctor by his side, but he's nearing retirement age and is looking for a successor!

"Your teacher isn't just acting on a whim, is he? Being a forensic doctor isn't an easy job. You have to endure pain and torment that most people can't bear. Many grown men can't handle it." Fang Yanming wasn't entirely convinced of Mao Fangfei's sincerity.

He felt that this woman must have suffered a heartbreak to seek excitement; otherwise, what girl would choose to study forensic medicine? Even he, an old detective, sometimes couldn't handle seeing corpses!

Ye Qingqing put the call on speakerphone, and Mao Fangfei heard it clearly. She angrily shouted, "I didn't just do it on a whim. Forensic medicine has been my dream for over ten years, and I'm sure I can stick to it!"

Fang Yanming raised his phone a little higher, his eardrums buzzing. He glanced at his partner, the old forensic doctor, and said half-jokingly, "How about I find you a female apprentice?"

"No!" The forensic doctor refused decisively and meticulously cut open the deceased's stomach, removing all the food residue inside.

Braised pork, edamame, spiced dried tofu, and even the smell of alcohol—the forensic doctor reported these notes one by one, which were then relayed to Mao Fangfei's ears via the phone.

"He was eating before he died, and he ate quite a lot. The food wasn't digested much. Look... it's still in good shape. You could rinse it with water and put it on a plate to go with drinks!" The forensic doctor joked seriously, pointing to the food scraps he had just pulled out.

Fang Yanming felt a wave of nausea. "Please, can you not make jokes like this during mealtime?"

Damn it, he shouldn't have come to get the autopsy report before lunch. Now look what's happened, we can only have vegetarian dishes for lunch, and we definitely can't eat braised pork.