Novel & Cerita Blank Autopsy Report

Leonard tore himself away and headed straight for the pathology lab. "Is the autopsy report ready?" The doctor stared at the screen with growing confusion. "Leonard, that's a strange thing. The composition of this body is… not normal."

*** Later that day, I held the photocopied autopsy result in my hands and saw some new things that weren't in the first one I got from the hospital. Why was that so? My sleeves were rolled up and my laptop was on, but the work I was supposed to do remained untouched. I drowned myself in a glass of scotch which usually soothed me. Tonight, it burned my throat. The accident report, directly from the hospital, sat open in front of me, shining with secrets no one knew about. Andrea's mother died in an accident, but an autopsy was carried out on her, which was natural because she didn't die until she got to the hospital, so tests were run on her to discover the cause of her death.

“Womanly stuff. She’ll be fine. Sorry, I was distracted.” “It doesn't matter.” I rotate my laptop to show him what I've been looking at. “The report you brought me is the sanitized version Charles was talking about.” “That's what they gave me. I asked for all the information they had on the autopsy. All of it.” I’m almost disappointed in whoever was behind this. “They weren't even smart about covering things up, were they?” “What do you mean?” “Read over the report. Carefully. Tell me, what did they miss?” I sit back in my chair, watching his eyes scan the screen. He's typically good at picking up on the minor details. Then again, he may not have read over the report before giving it to me.

“I see. Thank you.” Richard nodded and turned to leave, closing the door softly behind him. I picked up the first file and uncapped my pen, signing it quickly. As I reached for the second file, something else caught my attention. A brown envelope, tucked neatly between two folders. It didn’t look like something meant for signing. Frowning slightly, I pulled it free. My breath caught. It was the autopsy report. The one Dr. Dan had handed me during the anniversary. My pulse spiked. How did this get here?

The screen cast a dim glow on her face as she pulled up the file. "Evelyn Scott. Admitted three years ago. Advanced neurological decline. Last evaluation recorded..." she paused, frowning. "What?" Cheryl asked. Dr. Lin’s brows knitted together. "This is strange... There's no final entry." "What does that mean?" I demanded. "When a patient passes, the attending physician usually writes a closing statement. But there’s nothing here. No time of death. No attending physician listed. Just a blank space." A cold sensation crept down my spine.

Although my feelings were already a thing of the past to me, the agonizing pain of being torn apart by zombies was still etched deep in my soul. Out of the blue, Jeffrey jumped out of bed and began frantically searching for something. He rummaged through every corner, even under the bed. In the end, he found a metal box, which I had kept hidden for three years, in a crack in the bricks in a corner. He smashed the lock open, and a stack of hospital reports fell out, along with a half-written will. I watched as he flipped through each and every report. The very final one wrote, "Multiple organ failure due to unknown causes. Estimated life expectancy: Less than a month."

Ashley asked "That signature, it looks forged" she said Adrian turned to look at Carolina "Why'd they need an autopsy if it was suicide? Something feels off. I know an autopsy is normal but why was that the first thing and why would they show you? Isn't it supposed to be a private report?" Carolina said Ashley looked at Adrian, processing all that "Now that you said it" Ashley said. Adrian paused, his eyes narrowed, he had seen that signature somewhere. It looked too familiar.

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.

Anton glanced toward Nora. Nora tapped another file. "Officially?" The next photograph appeared. A newspaper clipping. A headline. A date. A funeral announcement. The room grew quiet. Evelyn Cross had reportedly died seven years earlier following a single-vehicle accident on a rural highway. Elena frowned. "Reportedly?" Anton nodded. "That's where things get interesting." The next slide appeared. Death certificate. Police report. Medical examiner's findings. Every document looked legitimate. Every signature verified. Every procedure followed.

She showed me the research before I was arrested. I didn't believe her then, but Jason found proof when he was helping you with the document system. This is real, Emily. And we have less than two days to stop it." Blake was frantically searching databases, his face growing paler with each search result. "Emily, there are reports of unexplained deaths among distant Lothan relatives over the past six months. Seven people across three states, all died from mysterious respiratory failures. Medical examiners couldn't identify the pathogen. If Katerina's telling the truth..."