Forensic Doctor Novels & Stories

But he's here today, isn't he? "You're being naïve. This is the birthday celebration for the President's grandma. Nicholas won't bend for anyone, but would he dare to disrespect President Quinn?" Regardless of Nicholas's purpose for coming today, those young ladies were happy to see him. Everyone knew that Nicholas had caused quite a sensation in the forensic community in Zanteles in recent years. He was hailed as the youngest forensic doctor in history, renowned for his exceptional skills and unwavering impartiality. While frequently featured in major domestic medical publications, he had also captured the admiration of a large group of young ladies in Zantel

Sure enough, her mind broke, but I couldn't be bothered to waste even a second more on her. Not long after her imprisonment, I heard that Holly had gone mad in jail. I was delighted with that outcome. After all, it meant that my choice to deliver the cold, hard truth wasn't a waste. Now that Holly was imprisoned and a raving lunatic, the grudge between us finally came to a close. I graduated from college and later from the internship. Now, I was the Criminal Investigation Department's forensic doctor.

I stood up from the argument, it was so hard that I acted when the skirt was too tight! “Doc, please forgive my nephew, he’s just really naughty,” Tit said with a smile to the handsome man with the big bulge. Damn. What? Doctor? A handsome man with a big bulge?! I repeatedly stare at his bulge. The size really is! No wonder this handsome man with a big bulge is a doctor because most of the doctors in the hospital are handsome. It’s just surprising that he’s a doctor because of the size of his bulge, such a bulge for pornstar!

Juror number four, a middle-aged woman who had been taking notes since day one, made a small sound that might have been agreement and then looked down at her notepad. Patricia stood very still for a moment. "No further questions," she said. "Your Honor," Rachel said, rising immediately, "the prosecution would like to call Dr. Yolanda Reeves." Dr. Reeves was in her fifties, with the particular authority of someone who had spent decades being the most technically credible person in whatever room she entered. She took the stand, established her credentials — PhD in digital forensics from MIT, eighteen years of court-recognized expert testimony, no prior relationship with any party in this case

Renee had told him about it, and as he had often helped look after Emma over the years, he had also seen it many times. Hearing that, the forensics doctor came over and dropped to a crouch, putting on gloves to turn the corpse's head, brushing her hair aside to look behind her ear.

Ruth wore her gloves and grabbed a tool to smoothen my corpse's fingerprints. She saw a scar on my corpse's right arm. Afraid my family would recognize me based on that, she used acid to burn it away. Then, she checked my corpse for other recognizable features. "There's a scar on the left of his abdomen. It looks like it's from a surgery." It was part of Ruth's job as a forensic doctor to state her observations when checking corpses. She did it out of habit. Ruth and I had dated for a few years but had never slept together. She'd once told me that she was against intimacy before marriage, and I respected that. That was why she had no idea I had scars on my arm

said the messenger, and Stephen, who was still a little sleepy at the moment, looked up at the figure who woke him up. "What?" That voice, the voice of Stephen sounded faint and he immediately stood up quickly because he heard the word forensic doctor which made Stephen more excited. "Sir, you must meet with the forensic doctor, right now," said the young man who was now calling Stephen August. "Forensic doctor, has he done his job and gotten information about the body that Mark brought yesterday?" asked Stephen, he looked seriously at the young man in front of him. And he hoped that the young man

Mendes about his training and past cases. “Dr. Mendes is available,” she said. “He has been qualified repeatedly in other courts. He will explain his method and answer cross. The record will show his work is sound.” The judge nodded. “Proceed with testimony.” They called Dr. Mendes to the stand. He walked like a man who had taught these lines before. He swore in, sat, and looked at the jurist with a calm face. “State your name and profession,” I said. “Dr. Luis Mendes,” he answered. “Graphologist and forensic handwriting analyst. Twenty-two years in practice. I hold certifications from the National Forensic Association and I have published peer-reviewed papers on signature variation.”

"Dr. Harrison will now present his findings." The old man stepped forward. His hands were shaking, but his voice was steady, like the professional he was. He was a well-known doctor, celebrated by the world, but he lived a totally different life, suffering in silence from debts and mistakes of his past. "After a thorough review of the leaked documents and Mr. Moretti's actual medical records, my colleagues and I have concluded that the leaked records are fraudulent. The signatures are forged. The dates are altered. The medical terminology is inconsistent with standard practices." He paused.

This was my chance. "Hi there," I said, smiling softly. "I'm Dr. Lana Kang. I work in forensic pathology in Granata, and I've heard about a case from many years ago where I was hoping to study for a project. It's related to a murder in a private high school near here a few years ago..." She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my title. "Interesting... I think I might know the case you're referring to. I'm Dr. Kara Lee, in charge of this department today. What kind of project are you working on?"