C127 Little Demon You Are the One I Like!

The older forensic examiner couldn't help but feel that Sinan was being overly indulged by the hospital, leading to some unprofessional behavior. After all, this was a hospital, and terms like "Little Demon" and "This Seat" seemed completely out of place. The older examiner wanted to scoff but was wary of Sinan's unpredictable nature. Sinan had a history of causing trouble, and even the director had to give him some leeway, so the examiner held back his frustration.

At this moment, Yuvyuv stepped forward. She walked over to Sinan, giving him a sidelong glance before speaking clearly, "I have a name, Ye Yuvyuv. Please use it from now on." The other forensic examiners were taken aback by the young woman's boldness.

Sinan chuckled softly, "Alright, Yuvyuv the Little Demon." Yuvyuv felt a strong urge to smack the mischievous grin off his face. She pointed at the corpse with a bluish tint and said, "This person was poisoned about three hours ago, but it wasn't a poison that kills instantly. The reason for the death..."

Without hesitation, Yuvyuv reached into Sinan's white lab coat and pulled out a new pair of disposable gloves, slipping them onto her slender hands. She had noticed earlier that Sinan always kept a supply of gloves in his coat pocket, so she was confident he had plenty. Her casual action surprised the other examiners, who secretly worried for her. No one had ever dared to be so bold with Sinan before.

Unaware of their thoughts, Yuvyuv's expression remained serious as she bent down, pressing her fingers against the poisoned person's carotid artery. She confirmed, "This person is merely unconscious. The poison has deeply affected the heart, but if we can neutralize it, they might survive. The question is, will their luck hold out?"

Her voice was clear and pleasant but carried a chilling undertone. She raised an eyebrow, scanning the examiners, including Sinan, her tone steady, "There's one hour left. Administer the antidote, and they might live."

Ye Yuvyuv's words were like pearls falling onto a plate, clear and crisp, without a trace of unnecessary chatter. After speaking, she stepped back, pulling a chair over as if tired, and leaned against it. Her eyes were cold as she looked at the body on the stretcher, her expression calm and unruffled. It was as if the shocking words she had just spoken hadn't come from her at all.

Unbeknownst to her, her words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing a sudden eruption of chaos. Outside the door, a piercing cry suddenly rang out, "My husband isn't dead, he's not dead! Doctor, please save him!"

Thud! The sound of knees hitting the floor echoed as the door to the autopsy room was forcefully pushed open. A woman, her hair in disarray, knelt on the cold ground, her eyes filled with desperate hope as she looked at the forensic doctors inside. She was a woman on the brink of collapse, having endured immense suffering and despair, clinging desperately to the faintest glimmer of hope she had just heard.

Ye Yuvyuv sat in the chair, watching everything with indifference. She wasn't a miracle worker; she couldn't save lives. She only knew that the man wasn't dead, but deeply poisoned. The only way to save him was with an antidote. Otherwise, he was as good as dead. She wasn't some saintly figure, nor was she particularly compassionate. She was well aware that she wasn't a kind person. Otherwise, in her past life, how could she have caused her older sister's tragic death, her father's demise, and the downfall of the entire Ye family?

The forensic doctors were thrown into disarray. The man was clearly dead, his body already showing signs of cyanosis. How could he not be dead? They all thought Ye Yuvyuv, this young girl, was speaking nonsense, unaware of the gravity of the situation. But with the family member already causing a scene, crying and kneeling outside the door, the forensic doctors were frustrated by Ye Yuvyuv's reckless words, yet they had no choice but to step forward and explain to the grieving woman on the ground.

"Tell the woman that the person is indeed dead. The body is already turning blue; how could they not be dead?"

The woman burst into tears, shaking her head in disbelief.

She pointed at the pathologists in the autopsy room, finally settling her gaze on Ye Yuvyuv, and cried, "I clearly heard a young lady say it. Was it her? She said my husband was still alive, that he could be saved."

Suddenly, the woman scrambled up from the floor and lunged at Ye Yuvyuv.

Startled, Ye Yuvyuv instinctively pushed her away, not allowing strangers to get too close.

At that moment, Sinan quickly stepped in front of Ye Yuvyuv, coldly pushing the woman back.

The woman fell to the ground, her emotions overwhelming her as she cried out toward Ye Yuvyuv, "Miss, please, have mercy. My husband is the backbone of our family. If he dies, I'm as good as dead."

Ye Yuvyuv was puzzled, "This woman looks to be in her thirties. No children?"

Because the woman had said she was left alone, not mentioning any children.

"But I'm not a doctor!" Ye Yuvyuv stood up, somewhat helpless, and looked at the disheveled woman on the floor, speaking earnestly.

"But you knew my husband wasn't dead. I heard you clearly say that with the antidote, he could live."

The woman looked at Ye Yuvyuv with hope, nervously pleading, "Miss, please, save my husband, and you'll be saving me too."

"Save you?" Ye Yuvyuv questioned.

"My husband was suddenly poisoned, and the uncles in the family accused me of killing him, saying I wanted to take his money and run away. But I didn't, I swear I didn't. Miss, I'm begging you to help us."

The woman, her voice trembling with tears, was about to kneel before Ye Yuvyuv.

Ye Yuvyuv stopped her calmly, "Don't beg me. If you're going to plead, ask the doctors at the hospital. Or maybe you can find the antidote?"

Turning her attention, Ye Yuvyuv looked at Sinan.

She tilted her head up, her eyes clear and sincere. "I'm not lying. This person is indeed still alive, and I know what poison he's been affected by."

Ye Yuvyuv had already understood that Sinan held an unusual position in the military hospital. Talking to him might make things easier.

"Ridiculous!"

An elderly forensic doctor interrupted Ye Yuvyuv with a scornful remark. "You silly girl, how can you be so clueless? The person is clearly dead, yet you're causing a scene here. Leave immediately; we don't tolerate such nonsense in the forensic department."

They were about to kick Ye Yuvyuv out of the hospital.

The other forensic doctors also glared at her with anger.

Ye Yuvyuv shrugged with a smile, glancing at Sinan without saying a word.

She even thought to herself, maybe she should take this chance to leave. After all, it was the hospital staff asking her to go, not her own decision. Perhaps Huo Lingxiao wouldn't be able to force her anymore.

With this in mind, Ye Yuvyuv lifted her foot, ready to walk away.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist with a firm grip.

Sinan squinted with a mischievous smile, whispering in Ye Yuvyuv's ear, "Little Demon, you're the one I've set my sights on. Running away won't be that easy. Stay put like a good girl."

Finally, seeing Ye Yuvyuv's stunned expression, he laughed wickedly, "Little Demon, I believe what you say."