Forensic Doctor Novels & Stories

was very typical of Laurence's group in the past. "Alright, we're waiting for his DNA sample as soon as possible." The forensic doctor immediately put back the body, which was already in the form of bones that had to be preserved for fear of damage. They had to examine it further and try to find out how and why the man died. Hayle nodded quickly as she was led out by her husband.

“Parents who raise someone like that can’t be any better!” Dr. Hamilton, who was helped forward by a few people, cleared his throat and said, “I’ve practiced medicine for over forty years. I would never falsify records. I personally reviewed this document. Milo was indeed in the dispensing room at the time. I saw him with my own eyes.” Suddenly, a male doctor in a white coat rushed forward. He grabbed my mom by the hair and slammed her head against a nearby bulletin board. She screamed as blood immediately began seeping from her forehead.

"Do you want to be a doctor?" Bobby paused for a moment and lowered his head. "Hmm." "Well, being a forensic doctor has its benefits too. If you were an ordinary person who is interested in the human body, you might find yourself in trouble before you could even get yourself a cadaver to do any research on. After all, cadavers are hard to come by for ordinary people. If you killed a person, you might even be arrested before you could even conduct any research on the body. All your effort would then be in vain.

I tried to engage her in conversation, but her responses were minimal, her attention seemingly consumed by whatever was driving this strange request. When the forensic team finally returned, I felt a surge of anticipation and anxiety. They carried a sealed evidence bag, and one of the forensic specialists approached us with a serious expression. “We’ve found some pieces of bone. We’ve conducted a preliminary examination, and the results match what would be expected from the remains.”

He had been the only one who saw the small cross and it was when he mentioned it that others did see it. "Come with me then." The doctor leads them out of the well lit room back into the hallway, where they walk back to the elevator and the right past it to the left, an even colder section of the large morgue. The doctor finally stops and opens a door. There is a body in a big metal plate in the middle of the room, surrounded by different metal equipments. Scalpels, scissors, hoses and larger unnameable equipments. Doctor Forrest walks to the head and opens the body. The trio look at her face that's sunken and squelchy. "Where's your evidence? And where's why you can identify her?"

“ So, we're going to prove the document is fabricated. Wrong paper stock, inconsistent ink all through the document in question. Well, my forensic team is already…" "Your forensic team." I laugh. It scrapes out wrong. "You have a team for everything don't you? A team to prove forgery, a team to destroy reputations, a team to make problems disappear." I pause. "Do you have a team to bring back Mrs Harrison?” Because she is still in a coma and it's my fault whether I signed that paper or not." "It's Dr. Gordon's fault." "I was in that OR." "Assisting…not leading."

He kept twisting his fingers together, his nervousness painfully apparent. The moment the door opened and Fernando's imposing figure appeared, the older man stiffened. Fernando knew him well. The man standing before him was an experienced independent digital forensics expert whom Fernando had specifically hired four years earlier to verify the authenticity of the video evidence that had destroyed his marriage. "What is it?" Fernando asked coldly, wasting no time on pleasantries as he fixed the man with a sharp, scrutinizing stare. The middle-aged man looked extremely nervous. His throat had gone dry, forcing him to swallow repeatedly before he could manage to speak.

She used *confirms*, which was the word that made the room go cold. She was from an independent forensic laboratory, brought in through Castillo's office, and her name was Dr. Farrow. She'd spent four days with Marcus's custody photographs, the lab's intake photos, and the actual sample cases retrieved from the lab's archive — the cases themselves, not just images of them.

“But you might find the Cybercrime and Medical Fraud Unit more interesting. Everything—from the moment you accepted fifty thousand euros into your secret account at 5:00 PM today, to this exact second—is recorded in crystal-clear 4K video.” Dr. Hendra’s face blanched ashen white. The portable cooler slipped from his grasp, crashing loudly onto the granite floor. The forged samples shattered, fake blood pooling in the cold light. “What… what do you want…?” Dr. Hendra gasped, his legs giving way. He slumped into a work chair. David stepped forward, closing the gap between them. His gaze was unflinching, merciless.

The doctor paused respectfully before continuing. “A police forensic examiner, Dr. Rubens Salgado, came here shortly after her arrival. He's a medical examiner and conducted the forensic examination as part of the investigation protocol. I want you to know that, according to the preliminary report, there is no evidence of sexual assault. The injuries are consistent only with physical abuse.” Marta covered her face with both hands, relief spreading across her features. A shaky sigh escaped her lips, followed by fresh tears—softer this time, quieter, as though she were thanking God that an even greater tragedy had been avoided.