National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1076 - 1007: Yes, Yes, Yes

"Dad, let me introduce you. This is Jiang Yuan, the forensic doctor who led the investigation into Xiaoming’s case. His main profession is forensic analysis, but he also specializes in fingerprints, bloodstains, and footprints. He can determine the identity, age, height, and weight of a person just by examining their footprints. His bloodstain analysis was... it was the crucial technique that found the murderer who killed my brother."

Zhang Xiaoya’s introduction to her father, Zhang Zaiyang, was slightly exaggerated, primarily because she herself didn’t know much about Jiang Yuan’s expertise. However, the way she introduced him was the most comprehensible for laypeople.

But Zhang Zaiyang didn’t actually listen closely to Zhang Xiaoya’s introduction—he had already learned everything he needed to know long ago.

Father Zhang Zaiyang stood up and shook Jiang Yuan’s hand firmly, covering it with his left hand and gently patting it. He said softly yet weightily, "Thank you. Thank you."

Zhang Xiaoya’s eyes immediately turned red.

Though she was nearing the end of middle age herself, she had rarely seen her father reveal emotion in this way.

As she was caught up in this thought, she heard Jiang Yuan softly reply, "My condolences."

"Thank you. Thank you." Father Zhang, who had honed years of skill in impromptu speeches, seemed to lose all ability in that moment, leaving only pure emotional responses.

Then, Zhang Xiaoya saw her father’s tears surge out in large drops, streaming down his face like beads of sweat.

Father Zhang loosened his left hand from Jiang Yuan’s hand and wiped his tears with his palm, but it was futile—more tears flowed relentlessly.

He simply stopped bothering, letting the tears fall freely, while his face still held a bright, gleaming smile.

Beside him, Mother Zhang, who had been suppressing her emotions all along, finally broke down in sobs.

Zhang Xiaoya froze. In her memory, even during the days right after her brother’s death, her parents had maintained the most basic emotional stability, outwardly calm as they handled various matters.

Looking back now, how could there have been so much peace and stability?

Emotional breakdowns are not exclusive to modern people; it’s just that the older generation was used to breaking down in the dark.

Zhang Xiaoya, who had always adhered to the image of a strong, independent woman in her career, now looked at her parents, who had deliberately done their makeup before leaving the house but now had their faces streaked with smudged makeup from crying. Unable to control her emotions, she found herself overwhelmed as heat surged within her and tears poured forth uncontrollably, ruining her own makeup.

"Don’t cry anymore. This is a good thing—Xiaoming’s unjust death has been vindicated. It’s a good thing!" Zhang Xiaoya said tearfully to console them.

To her surprise, her words caused Mother Zhang to collapse completely into crying. "Xiaoming, my son... my son! Xiaoming! Xiaoming!!"

Her entire body trembled, unable to stand any longer. Zhang Xiaoya caught her in one swift motion, holding her close as she brought her to a chair. Even then, her mother continued shaking and crying uncontrollably.

At this moment, Father Zhang Zaiyang’s emotions, in contrast, seemed to stabilize. He held Jiang Yuan’s hand, sat down by the tea table, and with a smile said to Jiang Yuan, "Forgive me for this scene."

"It’s nothing," Jiang Yuan replied, scratching his head.

"As a forensic doctor, do you often interact with grieving families?" Zhang Zaiyang asked casually. "Are they like us?"

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment, then said, "Actually, I rarely interact with families directly. Typically, after solving a case, the subsequent procedures are handled by my colleagues. My involvement is limited in those instances. Unless it’s necessary for the investigation, I seldom engage directly with the families."

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Jiang Yuan’s stint as a newbie was too brief, which is why he hadn’t encountered many such families.

Zhang Zaiyang hadn’t expected such an answer. He paused before accepting a towel his granddaughter brought over. He vigorously wiped his face, scrubbing away his makeup and tear streaks, exposing a slightly aged visage. He smiled again and said, "I didn’t think we’d end up needing to use special privileges in the end."

Jiang Yuan shook his head and said, "For this case, I brought over twenty members of the Cold Case Squad from HQ specifically for it. We also had Liu Jinghui, a Level Four Senior Police Superintendent from the Shannan Provincial Department, with us. He’s known as the ’Master of Deduction’ in our province—once, he apprehended four criminals using just a single piece of stationery."

Jiang Yuan paused before continuing, "The Zhengguang Bureau mobilized its entire team to support our investigation, ensuring that thousands of officers forfeited their vacations, while patrol cars logged hundreds of kilometers per day. The previous task forces, alongside officers who had compiled clues over the last twenty years, re-investigated the case countless times, recording Zhang Xiaoming’s movements in the days before his death down to the minute. Additionally, there are thousands of film negatives, various videotapes, and other evidentiary materials that, after more than twenty years, remain as pristine as ever."

"To gather evidence, our officers endured arduous conditions, traveling across the country. The National Security Unit provided special accommodations, allowing ordinary officers to take flights for distances within 2,000 kilometers. The expenses incurred by the Zhengguang Bureau for this were enough to sustain an ordinary person through ten lifetimes. But..."

"But..." Jiang Yuan glanced at Zhang Zaiyang as he continued, "We did all this not solely because the Zhang Family had privileges. We genuinely wanted to solve this case. Especially when we discovered that Zhang Xiaoming’s cause of death was linked to spies operating covertly in Beijing. Everyone was truly invested—no amount of privilege could conjure up that kind of dedication."

Zhang Zaiyang sat there dumbfounded.

At over seventy years old, he had heard enough flattering words in his lifetime to fill an entire library, neatly cataloged and categorized.

Yet, on this emotionally charged afternoon, Jiang Yuan’s words managed to fill Zhang Zaiyang’s heart completely, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoya’s daughter, Tang Youyou, came over and obediently sat down at the tea table, beginning to brew tea for her grandfather and Jiang Yuan.

She was a girl of about twenty, her face brimming with youthful collagen. Though she appeared calm on the surface, her gaze couldn’t help but repeatedly shift to Jiang Yuan.

Tang Youyou had never seen her seemingly god-like grandfather exhibit such a unique side.

And the details of the Jianmen Court case were no secret within this room. Those in the Zhang Family aware of the case’s twists and turns could all discern just how utterly challenging it had been to resolve.

Precisely because they understood its difficulty and the arduousness of attaining justice, the Zhang Family’s emotions were so hard to contain.

Before today, Tang Youyou’s impression of Jiang Yuan had been that of an incredibly intelligent, supremely skilled, commanding, and resolute police officer. She never imagined that upon meeting him, Jiang Yuan could deliver such utterly remarkable, superb, powerful, and unwavering flattery.

Grandfather Zhang Zaiyang finally regained his composure, his face still red, as he nodded to Jiang Yuan and then turned to Tang Youyou, saying, "Youyou, you should learn from Jiang Yuan. This is what sincerity truly looks like."

Tang Youyou’s remaining bit of baby fat trembled slightly. "Ah, yes, yes, yes."