Thinking of his work and some rumors about this guy, Su Qiao also roughly understood why he was so worried about his hands. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold a scalpel in the future.
"Don't worry, no bones or tendons were hurt. You can still use the knife in the future."
While Su Qiao was skillfully stitching up his wounds, he joked easily, "Shouldn't you behave better when others are looking at you at work? How can you still cut your own hand?"
For some reason, Du Muhan instinctively believed her words, probably because of her skilled suturing skills!
He gradually calmed down, "Are you referring to Social Facilitation Effect?"
Social Facilitation Effect, that is, when being stared at, the person who is doing something will involuntarily work hard to show his best and most capable side.
"Don't stare at me, your tricks are of no use to me."
Su Qiao didn't even raise his head, and wrapped him up with gauze and taped it on. "You're not staring at me, how do you know I'm staring at you?"
"Also, do you think I have too much time to spare? Come to study you?"
When she was outside just now, she didn't know who was approaching her sometimes hot or cold.
Du Muhan raised his hand, looked at it, and then said, "It's best like this."
Su Qiao put his hands on his hips and stared at him angrily. "If you can't speak, just shut up and talk less. This way you can at least fool outsiders."
Su Qiao has wanted to tell him this for a long time.
This guy's mouth is like a lit firecracker, capable of choking someone to death as soon as he opens his mouth.
"Your mouth is really..." It was obvious that she spoke harshly and venomously, so why did she dislike him for not being able to speak?
Du Muhan was scolded so much that he no longer knew how to reply.
No one has scolded him like this for a long, long time.
The memory of being scolded was so blurred that I couldn't see clearly.
"I have a beautiful mouth, I know it. You don't need to remind me." Su Qiao didn't let him speak at all.
"You..."
Du Muhan As soon as he spoke a word, Su Qiao's arrogant words continued to seize his opportunity to speak.
"Are you not convinced because you met someone who is better than you?"
Du Muhan was a little helpless. He was about to sigh and end this boring conversation with her, but he saw that Su Qiao had put on gloves at some point, holding a scalpel and preparing to mess with the corpse.
"Don't move!"
Du Muhan quickly walked over, put his hand in front of the body, and stared at her coldly and angrily. "What are you going to do?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes.
Isn't it obvious enough for her?
Push him away directly. "Stand aside, and the injured person will do what the injured person should do."
"You... want to do an autopsy?" Du Muhan couldn't believe it. As if he was seriously offended, he stepped forward and stopped her again. "You're kidding!"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes. "You are very noisy, you know that?"
The corpse had been soaked in water for quite some time, and had been soaked in certain chemicals before that. Without an autopsy, it would be even more difficult to detect anything.
If you do an autopsy now, you can also see if there are any foreign bodies remaining in the organs and tissues. Make a Bone Marrow Diatom Test to see what those black things are in the throat.
Of course, if time is tight, you can also hand it over to another anatomist in the bureau, but...
Su Qiao glanced at his hand wrapped in gauze.
If someone knew that he scratched himself during an autopsy, he would probably be laughed at, right?
It might also damage his good reputation of never having an accident in the past.
"Don't mess around."
Du Muhan I am really angry and anxious.
No one has ever said that he is noisy. Everyone's unanimous evaluation of him is that he has a calm personality and cherishes his words like gold.