Forensic Doctor Novels & Stories

A bright-eyed woman took her seat after being sworn in. She was dressed professionally in a simple suit and skirt. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a neat bun and she studied the courtroom through rimless glasses. “Doctor could you state your profession please?” Tracy asked. “I’m a forensic technician. I am currently employed with the Metropolitan Forensics Lab.” “And what do you do there?” “Mostly DNA testing concerning missing persons but we also process evidence gathered at crime scenes.”

Franco had summoned a forensic doctor over to the funeral parlor, and the forensic doctor hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him up. He urged, “Master, you must control your emotions. Don’t be too sad. Also, you’d better not touch Master Franco’s corpse just yet. I have to try and find out if there are any useful clues.” Finley finally let go of his younger brother’s corpse and took a step back. He wiped away his tears and choked a little as he said, “Investigate it carefully! Don’t leave any clues out!” “Understood, Master!” The forensic doctor spoke respectfully and hurriedly accepted the task

My life became busy, exhausted, but fulfilled. A few months later, I gave a lecture at a top university. “Forensic science isn’t just a job. It is a responsibility. Every incision is a pursuit of truth. Every report is an act of respect for the dead. We speak for those who can no longer speak for themselves. And we use science to seek justice.” As for me, I would continue on this path, fighting for truth and for justice.

He knew for certain that it was neither natural death nor ordinary poisoning. “No cause of death,” Fabrizio said quietly, pulling the white sheet back over the last corpse’s face. “Or perhaps we simply don’t have the means to detect it.” The forensic doctor frowned. “What do you mean, Beta?” Fabrizio turned slowly. His gaze was sharp yet controlled. “Something that doesn’t operate under the laws of the body,” he said, causing the forensic doctor to fall silent while Garrison looked at him as if he already understood where this was going. “Magic.”

"Yes." Boyce frowned. "What did you find?" "I'm not sure yet. The answer is clear. I won't tell you until I go back for the test," the forensic doctor said. Boyce asked, "When will it be ready?" "The day after tomorrow, the latest time," the medical examiner replied. "I see. Bring her back." Boyce ordered his subordinates. He walked to Harry's side and said, "What if it's really a manor..." He didn't say the next sentence. If it was really a manor, it was against the law to kill people, and he had to bear criminal responsibility. Then what about Stacy?

Telling herself that made everything seem so much easier. Instead of an incredibly handsome, silver eyed Alpha King, Juliette was disappointed to see a very tall, quite lanky male, wearing round specs and a grave expression. Juliette stared at him a few moments, sizing up his disheveled hair and wide blue eyes. Her gaze brushed over his white lab coat missing a few buttons, and name tag-Doctor Sybers, Forensic Pathologist. "Doctor Sybers, Forensic Pathologist," he introduced, holding his hand out to shake. Jazz took his hand instead, practically hip bumping Juliette away from the door, just so she puff her chest out and bat her eyelashes.

Daniela sat still without saying anything Then the doctor said softly, “You may feel numb right now, angry, or ashamed. Those feelings can change hour to hour. None of them is wrong.” Daniela’s eyes filled, but this time the tears didn’t fall. “I feel ashamed…. And angry,” she said quietly as she looked straight ahead. The doctor nodded slowly. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. It’s ok if you are not ready to talk about it right now.” The doctor continued as she gradually stood up straight. “This forensic exam is to collect evidence. It may feel invasive, but we’ll go slowly. We’ll also document any injuries. Have you bathed or changed clothes?”

The forensic doctor was holding a thick stack of paper, which was the forensic report, as he approached my father and mother, who had a female police officer standing guard over her. "Before the deceased passed, she endured a long period of torture while conscious. The fingernails on all ten of her fingers have broken off, and we found a large amount of wooden splinters inside her nails. The index finger and middle finger on her right hand suffered serious comminuted fractures from intense scratching."

I looked back again, and Blue still wasn't in, except Allison. “Defense? Let's start?” The General said, and Peter got ready to win. Peter stood and walked to the center of the courtroom. The room had settled into a tense silence. He cleared his throat and addressed the General. “Your Honor, the defense would like to call Dr. Kellen Ford to the stand. He is a toxicologist and specialist in metabolic medicine and rare herbal compounds.” There was a light stir in the room as the doors opened. A tall, serious-looking man walked in, carrying a slim briefcase. His eyes scanned the room once before he took the oath and sat in the witness chair.

The conversation between Conal and Harmony sitting on the other side fell into the ears of the two without missing a word. Conal was enthusiastic yet tense, stiff. The seriousness and professionalism of Harmony in the afternoon's case meeting left a profound impression on him. Considering the other person's background, along with the fascination and pressure that the cold beauty in front of him brought, Conal's voice was as rough as an old and wrinkled leather. "Hello, what's your name?" "Harmony." "What do you do for a living?" "I'm a forensic doctor." "Your job must be very busy, right?"