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  Lin Fei followed behind, with only four struggling students, all the way to the front of the dissection room.

  An old lady wearing a white gown stained with black blood sat on a metal chair in front of the autopsy room, her aged and wrinkled face looked like it was sewn together.

  The old woman with a face like an evil spirit was eating quickly with one hand holding a bread and the other hand holding a red drink with chunks of meat, her mouth moving rapidly. Next to her was placed a huge metal tray with ice blocks, on which dozens of large and small human organs stained with blood were arranged.

  This wrinkled old lady, with several rows of needle eyes at the corner of her mouth, is the chief examiner of this battlefield doctor's supplementary course. She is known as "Suture Granny" and is the president of the Beidou Military Academy Medical Research Institute. Her specialty is internal and external surgery, brain research, and she has a long string of medical titles behind her.

  Today, the invigilator was in a bad mood. Originally, her niece was supposed to come and supervise this exam, but she should have been in the research room doing research instead. However, her niece directly left a note asking for leave, saying that she had gone to the hospital to replace an artificial heart for some old codger, and asked her to take her place to administer the new student examination.

  The number of students recruited for the combat medic supplementary course is always the smallest in Beidou Military Academy. Due to funding constraints, the academy can only afford a few more students each year, and the person in charge, Suture Granny, dislikes those without talent and lacks the energy to teach them.

  So the combat medicine minor course, although it is the most popular course for freshmen at Beidou Military Academy, requires a mid-level surgeon certificate upon graduation. Without some medical talent, it's hard to major in mecha or warship courses while minoring in medicine and pass the mid-level surgeon certification exam by graduation time.

  Even in regular medical schools, specializing in medicine, without five or six years of study and clinical experience, it is difficult to pass the intermediate surgeon certification. This has also led to hundreds of new students signing up for battlefield doctor supplementary courses every year, with only a handful being accepted, and the number of people accepted depends on the mood of Suture Grandma and her granddaughter, Open-Chest Girl.

  Today, the mood of the suture grandmother was not good. She came alone to be an examiner today, and didn't even eat breakfast well. What's more infuriating is that these students who came to take the exam, do they know what medicine is? They dare to say they are students from a military school, but can't even handle seeing some corpses, taking out a few organs, and still manage to waste hundreds of corpses she had applied for from the school.

  The more Stitching Granny saw the dissected bodies in the autopsy room, the more she felt suffocated.

  She overestimated the endurance and medical skills of this batch of new students. If she had known it would be like this, she would have definitely changed today's exam questions, making this exam not a dissection of human corpses, but rather a written test or an animal dissection instead.

  It's already halfway through, and it's too late to change now. Otherwise, it would be unfair to other students waiting for the assessment. Mainly because Principal Old Guy is looking for her again, saying that she didn't follow the rules.

  The old dissectress bit into the bread in her mouth, with a look of indignation, as if she would like to push all the students who came to destroy her many corpses onto the glass dissection table and dissect them to relieve her anger.

  The students who were already somewhat afraid, after seeing the chief examiner's terrifying face and the angry expression that looked at them as if they were dead, became even more discouraged.

  The angry expression of the old lady stitching only improved after seeing Lin Fei eating red roasted sausage in his mouth.

  At this time, Lin Fei's expression was very relaxed, as if he were strolling through a vegetable market, flipping over and dissecting the half-dead corpses one by one.

  "After seeing these dissected corpses, what do you think?" The suture granny walked up to Lin Fei and asked in her unique, ear-piercing voice, which was as unpleasant as a broken loudspeaker.

  "These are also called autopsies, it's simply desecrating the corpse. Look at this cut, directly cutting out a mouthful of the female corpse's heart. A perfectly good heart was destroyed just like that."

  "Look at this knife, I reckon it was meant to cut out the kidney of this old man's corpse, but the skin incision is crooked. What's even more infuriating is that trephining operation, which directly drilled a hole in the skull of that old woman's corpse...” Lin Fei pointed to each of the dissected corpses beside him, his emotions growing more agitated as he spoke.

  These organs are placed outside, but they cost a lot of money. When Lin Fei used to work as an assistant dissecting temporary worker, if the temporary worker made these failed dissections, he would be beaten half to death by the dissecting master and then fired the next day.

  But upon hearing Lin Fei's evaluation, the creased and angry face of the seamstress began to gradually relax.

  "Hey kid, take a look at my face." The old woman suddenly spoke up and brought her terrifying old face close to Lin Fei's.

  Lin Fei looked at this face that had been stitched together several times, of course, from an aesthetic point of view, it was extremely ugly, even if he went out at night and saw this face, robbers would have nightmares.

  However, in terms of suture techniques, this face has almost perfectly demonstrated the various suture techniques that Lin Fei knows and doesn't know, with at least two-digit numbers.

  "The stitches are so fine, it's breathtaking, and can't be described in words. This is the work of a needle and thread, not any mechanical program. It's absolutely handmade, and even more impressive, it's the work of a highly skilled surgeon. And look at these skin grafts, they're perfectly aligned... I've counted at least fifty or sixty different pieces of skin..." Lin Fei said, his eyes fixed on the stitches on the old woman's face, his voice filled with admiration.

  "You're wrong, young man. To be exact, it's one hundred and sixty-two stitches, the same as my current age. I'm one hundred and sixty-two years old this year. Some of these stitches are double-layered and haven't been counted, and they didn't include the skin under my ears either. But at my age, you can already tell that these are quite good." The suture granny opened her mouth with numerous needle holes, somewhat happily using a strange voice to speak to Lin Fei.

  "I still have some meat sauce fruit juice, which I made myself. How about it? Want to try some?" Stitched Grandma asked Lin Fei with a good mood, pointing to a transparent bottle containing crimson meat block fruit juice behind her.

  "Meat sauce fruit juice, sounds like a good drink. I still have some roasted sausages here, come and eat some too. I see you're only eating bread, not much nutrition." Lin Fei said, as he poured himself a cup of meat sauce fruit juice with unknown blood clots in it, and handed a red roasted sausage from his pocket to Stitched-up Grandma.

  The two of them then started eating and drinking in the autopsy room filled with the smell of blood and medicine, occasionally pointing at the failed autopsied corpses next to them, using dissecting instruments to stir and discuss which organs were still intact and could be taken out for reuse.

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