Chen Xuyao raised his hand and pointed at the pistol. "Do you think that you are special because you have a gun? If you want to shoot me, that's fine. Don't shoot at other innocent people. Come on, shoot me! Fire! If you dare to hurt me, let's see how you'd compensate for my injuries!"
The hospital director pulled the police officer hurriedly and whispered a few words in his ear. The officer's face paled as he put his gun away. He said, "Since the family has doubts about the deceased's death, we'll take the deceased's body with us. We'll let the forensic doctor verify the cause of death!"
"There is an obvious answer, why do we need the forensic doctor?" Jiang Yao's voice was forceful as she retorted. Then, she looked at those sanctimonious people with a wave of disdain. "If we let you take the body, you won't find a forensic doctor. Instead, you'll cremate the body and destroy the evidence."