What is going on in their minds is beyond the reach of mortals.
All in all, it's just a bit confusing.
Qiang Zi is speechless.
Discussing what?
One is a forensic doctor and the other is a psychological profiler. What can we learn from each other?
Is it really a competition to see who has greater mental endurance?
Looking up and seeing her pushing the door open, Du Muhan mocked lightly. "I thought you had retracted."
Su Qiao: "..."
Does this guy want her to sew up his mouth with a needle?
Gazing across his lower body with the same indifference, Su Qiao sneered, "Shrink back, aren't you the only one who has the ability?"
"..." Du Muhan was choked instantly.
This woman... this woman...
Does this woman still want to show off her face? Not at all like a woman.
"Pay attention and don't overturn it on the spot, it will be funny."
Not to be outdone, Su Qiao turned around and prepared to visit this anatomy room that he had never been to before.
The result...
She found that she didn't know when she activated the skill 'Truth-telling'.
'hiss'
After a gasp, there was the sound of a scalpel falling to the ground.
Su Qiao Feeling something was wrong, he turned around reflexively and walked over quickly.
"What's wrong?"
Du Muhan stared at the wound on his finger that was bleeding out, his face looking very ugly.
He could get hurt?
He actually cut his hand during an autopsy?
Su Qiao saw that the medical gloves on his hands were torn, and blood was pouring out from his thumbs. A small pile soon dripped on the ground. He felt a little anxious and quickly went to find gauze to help him stop the bleeding.
Du Muhan was in a very bad mood and pushed her away. "Go away!"
This is a mistake that has never been made before... This is a mistake that has never been made before...
Ever since he picked up a scalpel when he was a student, something like this had never happened before. He actually cut his hand.
Su Qiao was so angry that he stepped forward and pushed him against the wall. Then he pressed his body violently with his knees. "Shut up, why don't you quickly bandage it and do a test? Do you want to die?"
No one knows whether there is any disease in this corpse, and the corpse has been soaked in chemicals. It is not known whether there is anything harmful to the human body.
Du Muhan was suppressed against the wall, and the force made him unable to move. His annoyed expression was replaced by stunned expression.
This woman... what on earth is this woman doing? Why so violent?
However, after this interruption, he gradually calmed down.
Looking at Su Qiao who was disinfecting himself and preparing to bandage, he reached out and took the gauze in her hand. "I'll do it myself.
"The wound is a bit deep and requires a few stitches."
Su Qiao let go of him, walked to the cabinet, and quickly found professional instruments and suture kits.
Fortunately, since it is an anatomy room, the things here are quite complete.
Du Muhan looked at the suture bag in her hand, and her face suddenly turned ugly. "No need, my hand will be fine."
Su Qiao always felt that this guy was a little nervous, so he rolled his eyes at him angrily. "It's just a scratch on the flesh, it's not an amputation, what big deal can it be?"
"But we still have to do some relevant tests later. I don't know if there is any disease on this body."
Du Muhan was a little irritable and suddenly got angry. "Can you shut up? I told you, my hand will be fine!"
Su Qiao frowned.
This man's behavior is too strange.
"Are you so afraid that something will happen to your hand?"
"I'm afraid you don't know how to deal with the wound quickly, and you were still in a daze just now?"