National Forensic Doctor-Chapter 1122 - 1053: Organizing Level 1

[At that time, when that notorious bandit charged at me, I was only a few meters away, at most no more than ten meters. He was running unbelievably fast—if he had fired at me first, I probably wouldn’t be here chatting with you today.]

[That guy was holding a shotgun, about as long as half an arm, thick and solid. Honestly, I feel like he could’ve used it to bash my head and still leave a big lump.]

[When he fired, I was completely stunned. Have you ever seen someone shooting skeet? That guy shot at the pad like he was skeet shooting; pieces were flying everywhere in the air!]

[There wasn’t any blood in the air. Pai De isn’t a person; it’s a tablet!]

Late into the night, Old Twelve was drinking at home and still didn’t dare sleep. So, he started chatting in the family group chat.

One thing led to another, and his chatter kept going until dawn.

By this point, Old Twelve wasn’t even tired anymore. He suddenly realized that although yesterday had been dangerous, nothing had actually happened to him. Not only that, but last night’s experience could fuel bragging rights for decades.

Unless firearm restrictions are lifted in the country, the chances of ordinary people encountering something like this are extremely low. The probability of surviving such an encounter is even lower.

The village was equally excited. Hearing such an adrenaline-pumping story at this close range was rare indeed. Although everyone seemed to be well-off—and truly was—life in Ningtai County still retained the atmosphere of small-town living. Life within Jiangcun Residential Area felt even more rooted in village-like simplicity. It was all pretty monotonous, especially since everyone’s living conditions had vastly improved; fewer challenges and hardships meant fewer interesting topics for conversation.

As a result, last night, Old Twelve didn’t sleep at all, and over a hundred people from Jiang Village stayed awake with him for half the night.

Some joined in for the first half of the night, while others woke up after a nap, found 99+ unread messages in the group chat, started reading from there, and stayed up until morning.

Of course, the Jiang Village group chat was filled with all kinds of red envelopes.

Exclusive red envelopes for Old Twelve, lucky red envelopes for catching good vibes, fun wordplay red envelopes—the messages just kept coming.

Old Twelve chatted while scrambling to grab red envelopes. By midnight, with the contributions from older relatives in the family group, the money he snagged was more than what Jiang Yongxin paid him in a year’s salary. Of course, this wasn’t unusual; after all, nobody opened the car rental shop to make money—it was for the sake of their ambitions!

Thunk.

Early in the morning, Jiang Yuan was kicked awake by his father.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock: 8:01. Not that his old man was particularly precise, but there was a certain intentionality to it.

"Word is, you were shot at yesterday?" Jiang Fuzhen’s expression was grim. Back in the day, when he approved of his son studying to become a forensic doctor, his reasoning was that the work environment would be relatively straightforward, with simpler interpersonal dynamics. If Jiang Yuan ever wanted to quit, he could come home and butcher cattle or sheep—practical skills that would still find purpose.

But he had never imagined that Jiang Yuan’s life would be filled with frequent bouts of danger.

Jiang Yuan sat up, still a little dazed. He thought for a moment and didn’t respond immediately. First, he grabbed the water cup on his nightstand and took a sip, poured some water, splashed his face vigorously, and finally woke up. He spoke frankly, "That guy acted with clear premeditation. He must’ve scouted out the area beforehand, deliberately picking a road intersection without surveillance. He calculated the timing for us to pass, threw something onto the road to puncture the tires, then ambushed us with a gun after we stepped out of the car. He also carried a one-meter-long blade—it was a well-planned attack with a high success rate."

If Jiang Yuan had brushed off the topic, Jiang Fuzhen might have worried for a while. But Jiang Yuan’s detailed explanation immediately put Fuzhen into contemplation mode.

While money wasn’t hard to come by, Jiang Fuzhen occasionally needed to engage his brain to sort out problems.

After a long pause, Fuzhen asked, "So, what measures are you taking next?"

"Tighten security, obviously." Jiang Yuan hesitated for a moment before adding, "Some foreign leaders, like the Japanese Prime Minister, might only have two or three bodyguards around them. I already have plenty more than that."

"So how do you plan to bolster security?"

"Basic safety awareness is still the most crucial factor. Beyond that, we can increase equipment, moderately add personnel, or adjust travel routines. If necessary, we could temporarily allocate extra manpower and gear too." Jiang Yuan casually rattled off a list of ideas, then remarked, "I’m a cop—compared to those in other professions, I’m naturally better equipped to keep myself protected."

Jiang Fuzhen mulled this over and slightly nodded, "Makes sense. Even if you weren’t a cop, you should still have a few bodyguards around you for good measure."

"Exactly." Jiang Yuan wiped his face messily with the blanket, got out of bed, and added, "After all, someone trying to kill or capture me is hardly anything new."

Fuzhen agreed and proposed a new idea: "If we hire some private bodyguards just to follow you to work, would that be appropriate?"

...

As his father started veering into increasingly outlandish thoughts, Jiang Yuan decisively left home for work.

He was accompanied, as usual, by an Alphard, two local-license-plate Geely cars, and two lead motorcycles.

Relative to TV dramatics, this didn’t seem like much. But in Ningtai County’s context, if there wasn’t something major happening, even the county’s big boss wouldn’t roll out this level of flamboyant transportation.

Last night, when they came back late, this motorcade quietly entered the garage.

Today, as they pulled out just before noon, elderly folks basking in the sun hadn’t yet dispersed, while younger people who had stayed up late were starting to hunt for food. Jiangcun Residential Area was packed with residents amidst the lively atmosphere. When this convoy, lights flashing, gradually rolled out, it genuinely startled quite a few people.

"Jiang Yuan’s pomp is getting a bit much, huh?"

Outside the small convenience store, the old-timers pointed fingers in discussion.

"Wasn’t he almost assassinated? That makes sense." Someone quicker to follow the conversation immediately brought back up the morning’s hot topic.

One elder still appeared puzzled: "Assassinate a forensic doctor...to steal a corpse or something?"

"Our neighborhood should really hire more safeguards."

"We already have decent security. Don’t forget the police kiosk out front—who’s coming after us for an assassination?"

"Your ex-wife?"

"Hmm... you know what, maybe we really do need more security."

As the chatter continued, Jiang Yuan’s convoy passed by. He lowered the car window to greet the intelligence group of uncles and aunts by the convenience store.

"Good kid, stay safe out there."

"Don’t push yourself too hard. If you run into danger again, just think of your family—and the many buildings waiting for you to inherit."

"Don’t forget to collect the red envelopes!"

Everyone chimed in with friendly remarks, clearly fond of Jiang Yuan.

After all, he brought pride to the Jiang Family. Even incidents like an assassination attempt—when shared aloud—carried an inexplicable sense of prestige!

...

Jiang Yuan arrived at the Criminal Police Brigade’s compound, where the convoy finally dispersed.

Mu Zhiyang stuck close to Jiang Yuan as they changed clothes and headed directly to the autopsy room.

Bian Yizhang’s corpse lay on the autopsy table. Jiang Yuan glanced at it briefly before turning away to fetch the box labeled "Corpse No. 1" from the rack.

Inside the box was a crystal-clear, glowing blue orb:

Xu Li’s Legacy: Organization (Level 1)—The life of a stock worker is lonely. From the warehouse to the shelves, whether looking up or down, customers always treat him like a hindrance rather than a living person. Xu Li organized his entire life and sensed he was always an obstacle to those around him. He was an orphan—a confirmed societal burden, and perhaps also a burden in his parents’ lives. Xu Li never thought of searching for his parents, but he did aspire to shed his "obstacle" identity. He learned to smoke—not out of anxiety or sorrow, but simply because the tobacco shop owner was interesting and seemed capable of guiding him through life...