***
The next day, Mai Xiaomai went to work as usual.
These last few days, there had been no major cases involving murder or grievous bodily harm, just minor public security cases that other forensic doctors could handle. There was no need for her to get involved.
But she didn't take the opportunity to relax. Instead, she began to revisit "Forensic Memoirs," written by Zhuang Jingmei, studying her attitudes and methods in each case, along with her insights and experiences.
The more she read, the more she admired the good forensic doctor's intelligence and passion, realizing the considerable distance she still had to cover to reach her level.
Such a woman, and yet she had a grandson like Qiao Chutian!
Thinking of Qiao Chutian, Mai Xiaomai suddenly recalled the sight of him lugging that huge cardboard box and a smile unwittingly crept up the corners of her lips.
Her phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.
"Hello, Xiaomai, this is Qiao Feng,"
