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In the past three years, a genius female doctor had become world-famous through her usage of
her traditional medical knowledge that was passed down for five thousand years in Chanaea to
cure countless people with complicated and incurable diseases.
Originally, everyone thought that they could uncover her identity through her appearance. Oddly
enough, she donned a different face every time she practiced medicine. Because of that, countless
people who wanted to find out her identity could not identify who she was. Even the most
influential persons had to send her a mail and wait for an appointment obediently if they wanted
her treatment.
Ultimately, it still depended on whether the female genius doctor was willing to save them. The
woman was none other than Natalie, who was wearing the hyper-realistic mask.
“Sweetheart, one hundred million is a lot of money. Who’s the one in need of my help? What
incurable disease does he want me to cure?”
“Mommy, the person who asked for your help is Julian Todd, the chairman of Prime Real Estate.
He had a cerebral hemorrhage suddenly three months ago. Ever since the disease onset, his
lower body has been paralyzed, and he also has difficulty speaking because of his damaged
nervous system.”
Natalie snorted in response upon hearing Julian’s name.
“I’m not going to help him.”
“Mommy, how can you reply without hesitating when he offered a hundred million?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“He wants to buy my conscience with just a hundred million? He’s willing to lose his conscience for
money over the years, though! A b*stard like him is the one who is afraid of death the most!” A
contempt-filled glint flashed across Natalie’s eyes as she threw the hyper-realistic mask on the
table.
“Mommy, is that the reason you decided to come back and act as a coroner instead of a genius
doctor?”
“Humans are always greedy. Even though doctors are never omnipotent, some people think that
they can ask the doctors for the impossible as long as they have money. I’d rather speak for the
dead than cure those people.” Natalie did not deny it.
“Mommy, I love your sense of justice!” Xavian’s face was full of admiration for Natalie.
Upon hearing that, Natalie smiled and replied, “Of course. Who doesn’t like me?”
When Xavian looked at Natalie’s face without the hyper-realistic mask, he subconsciously thought
about the clingy little girl they met at the airport.
“Mommy, the little girl who clung to you today looks kind of like you…”
“Is that so?”
Inevitably, Natalie recalled her own daughter upon hearing that.
Five years ago, after she gave birth to a pair of twins, the twins were taken away by Yara
immediately.
With Yara’s hatred for her, the odds that the babies survived were slim.
Her heart pounded when she thought of it.
Is my daughter around the same age as the cutie I met at the airport today if she is still alive?
The next day at around five in the morning, Natalie was awakened by a phone call.
She answered the phone in a daze, and an older man’s voice could be heard from her phone.
“Natalie, sorry to send you on an errand before you’re officially on duty. A few plastic bags full of
body parts of corpses were salvaged from Lucent River this morning. They were there for quite
some time, and time is of utmost importance for autopsy. I need you to report for duty
immediately.”
“Mr. Jones, send me the location and address. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Shortly afterward, she rubbed her drowsy eyes and got up from the bed after she tucked Xavian
into bed.
Then, she wore the hyper-realistic mask that was full of freckles after a quick wash. The beautiful
face reflected in the mirror changed into a plain woman’s instantly, with the exception of her
glittering eyes.
In less than fifteen minutes, she arrived at the scene.
The scene was blocked by the cordon, and a police officer in his uniform stopped her in her tracks.
“Lady, the road is blocked. No outsider is allowed to enter.”
“I’m Natalie Nichols, the specially-appointed coroner by the Major Crimes Unit of Dellmoor.” Natalie
took out an identification card and passed it to the police officer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter he took a glance at the identification card, his expression immediately changed when he
looked at her.
The specially-appointed coroner was not under any of the Major Crimes Unit system or department
and only took orders directly from the chief of police. Furthermore, she would not receive any
orders from them. Instead, she was the one who would give them orders.
She frowned at him when she realized that he had not returned to his sense.
“Excuse me, can I enter now?”
“Of course. This way, please.” He saluted at Natalie and let her enter.
When she reached the riverbank, she saw a few plastic bags on the ground, and one of them was
opened. The plastic bag was full of body parts, and the surrounding was covered in blood
splotches.
At that moment, two other coroners in white coats were taking pictures of the plastic bags and
were getting ready to return.
The visual impact, coupled with the pungent smell, caused the two coroners to act sluggish. The
female coroner even attempted to stop halfway quite a few times.
After further assessment, she understood why Gerald asked for her help urgently.
She rolled up her sleeves and squatted down before she opened the autopsy instrument kit on the
ground. “You guys are taking way too long.”
Brandon Hughes and Effie Jones looked at each other.
Effie, terrified by the scene and felt churning in her stomach, got upset when she was lectured by
the ugly woman talking to herself in front of her.
“Who do you think you are? Who are you to lecture us on what to do?”