Seeing the old forensic doctor's action, Mona's eyes lit up beside Luo An:
"Did you really find something?"
"No, found nothing."
The old forensic doctor took off his mask, picked up the coffee cup beside him, and took a leisurely sip:
"No alcohol was found, no drugs, and no unknown substances either—just a slightly high cholesterol level."
"..."
Hearing this, Mona's eyelids twitched, and then she glared fiercely at him.
The old forensic doctor chuckled carelessly.
Mona was about the same age as his daughter; the previous comment was just the old forensic doctor's habitual way of making a joke to tease others.
"This is good news, Mona."
Luo An, on the other hand, wasn't angry and looked up smilingly at the old forensic doctor:
"So this suggests Ivande simply died in a car accident, right?"
"The most common kind of car accident."
Pleased with Luo An's attitude, the old forensic doctor nodded with a smile:
"The kind that's totally unoriginal."
Mona also realized by now.
