Yang Yiting looked at Leng Ao Shuang's pale little face, and let out a soft breath. She wondered if asking her to dissect the corpse of her sister would scare her or not. But there was only one step away from the truth. If they gave up at this stage, it would tarnish her professional ethics, and it would also be irresponsible to the deceased.
So, with the mentality of possibility, she asked Leng Ao Shuang for autopsy.
Leng Ao Shuang's eyes widened when she heard the words. She was greatly surprised. As far as she knew, those post-mortems things were the work done by the government officials. She was already impressed with this graceful woman in front of her who was confident enough to examine her sister's body without changing her facial expressions, but to perform an autopsy?
