"Could it be that the cause of the deceased's death was a botched plastic surgery?" Feng Jing felt that the cause of the deceased's death was far from what he had guessed, but he still believed in Yin Tao and Dr. Su's professional judgment.
"It can't be an ordinary medical malpractice." Yin Tao gently pressed on the swollen skin on the victim's face with her rubber-gloved hands. Sure enough, she found some inconspicuous potholes, probably because of the fat filling.
In order to verify her hypothesis, Yin Tao gently opened the victim's mouth and discovered many sutured incisions. She then slowly closed the victim's lower jaw.
"Have any of you seen a plastic surgeon seriously and carefully continue a surgery after the patient's heart had stopped beating?" Yin Tao felt that although the body in front of her was extremely ugly, the doctor who had clearly operated on her was very skilled.
