My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

Chapter 141-5

The End of Memories (2)

“This is…”

With just one glance, Lin Yan recognized what it was.

“Lin Ge, do you think he would like it?”

“Yes, the lantern we made painstakingly is the most beautiful lantern in the world.”

“Playing with trifles ruins one’s ambition. Throw it away. From today, you are not allowed to go out and play.”

……

That lantern, which should have been thrown into the trash can, appeared here.

The red-painted paper had already started to fade, and the lantern’s frame was broken. It was no different from garbage, yet he placed it together with his gold bars, his treasures, solemnly burying it here, using this method to tell her the answer he had long wanted to give.

Song Yuhang pulled her into her arms, gently patting her back.

“Is there anything else you need to take?”

Lin Yan shook her head.

Song Yuhang lifted her face and wiped away her tears.

“Then let’s go, Mom is still waiting for us to come home for dinner.”

One month later.

On the day Song Yuhang returned to the Municipal Public Security Bureau for debriefing, Lin Yan also got up early.

She held a cup of coffee, leaning against the table, staring blankly at the dressing room. Song Yuhang walked past her from behind, placing a breakfast plate on the table.

“What’s wrong? Breakfast is ready. Eat quickly, aren’t you also going back to the Technical Investigation Department later?”

Lin Yan: “I’m thinking about what clothes to wear.”

Song Yuhang smiled, took the coffee cup from her hand, and rubbed her face: “You look good in anything, of course, even better without…”

Lin Yan’s face flushed, a slight curve forming at the corner of her lips, pushing her away: “You’re about to become a bureau chief, and you’re still so shameless.”

Song Yuhang didn’t get annoyed, pulled out a chair for her, and set the tableware: “What bureau chief? In front of you, I only have one identity, and that’s your lover.”

Lin Yan picked up a sandwich and took a bite: “Hmm, not bad cooking skills. If you ever stop being a policeman, you could become a chef.”

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Song Yuhang served her a bowl of milk oatmeal porridge, her lips always holding a smile.

“Practice makes perfect. Eat more if it’s good.”

While washing the dishes after the meal, Lin Yan screamed from the dressing room: “Song Yuhang, I’ve gained weight again!!!”

Her voice was filled with desperate frustration.

Song Yuhang turned her head and shouted back: “Gaining weight is good, healthy, better feel…”

Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly stunned.

Lin Yan was wearing her old police uniform, a light blue standard shirt with a tie, a disciplinary button fastened, and an autumn-spring uniform jacket over it. The clothes were neatly pressed, the waistline slightly cinched, making her long legs and slim waist even more striking.

The color and style of the uniform were outdated, making anyone else look old-fashioned and restrained.

But on Lin Yan, Song Yuhang wanted to tear it off.

Lin Yan was still moving around, tugging at the extra threads on her clothes: “This uniform fit me perfectly last year, why does it feel so tight and uncomfortable this year?”

Song Yuhang wiped the water off her hands, walked over, and picked her up, kissing her lips: “Hmm, let me inspect. It’s indeed time to get a new one.”

Lin Yan was carried to the dining table, gasping as she lifted her head: “We have a report at ten, and we still need to go to the cemetery.”

Song Yuhang, reluctantly, licked her lips, fastening the buttons she had undone: “Alright, we’ll continue when we get back.”

Jiangcheng’s Western Suburb Cemetery.

Lin Youyuan was buried here.

As Lin Yan walked over with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, she didn’t expect someone to already be there.

Feng Jianguo opened a bottle of good wine, spilling a little, placing the rest in front of the tombstone.

Lin Yan: “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t turn around when he heard the footsteps behind him.

“Saying goodbye.”

Lin Yan sneered, placing the white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, ready to leave.

Feng Jianguo remained standing still: “Can you still not forgive him? He might not have been a good father, but he was definitely a competent informant, an unsung hero.”

Lin Yan stepped back and stood straight, looking at the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, speaking indifferently.

“I can forgive him, but can my mother forgive him? Can the eighteen-year-old Lin Yan forgive him? Can Chu Nan and Aunt Chen, who died, forgive him? Can the butcher Zhu, who was wrongfully imprisoned, forgive him? Can Guo Xiaoguang and his mother, who lived half their lives in hiding, forgive him?”

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“If he had exposed Lin Ge earlier, perhaps those innocent people wouldn’t have died.”

“What right do I have to forgive him for these people?”

“When the crime is established and the body lies in front of me, it means a vibrant life has been permanently paused, whether it’s him, Lin Ge, or anyone else.”

“I will never forgive.”

Song Yuhang walked up behind her and gently patted her shoulder.

Lin Yan turned her head and gave a bitter smile, then shifted her gaze to the tombstone, removing a medal from her chest.

“But, as a forensic doctor and a people’s police officer, I sincerely thank him for all his efforts in eliminating the drug trafficking gang. Whether in the past or now, thousands and thousands of families have been spared because of him. This medal of honor should belong to him as well.”

Lin Yan bent slightly, placing her medal of honor in front of the offerings.

The candle flames flickered, the morning sun spread across the sky, and the three people in front of the tombstone raised their right hands in unison, placing them at their temples.

Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The news that Song Yuhang was about to be appointed deputy director of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau had already spread like wildfire. This was a well-deserved promotion, and even before she arrived, a few people in the team were already gearing up to give her a good celebration.

When she got out of the car and pushed open the office door, it was filled with fresh flowers, balloons, and ribbons, with a few people wearing welcome sashes.

The left sash read: “The sea is wide for fish to leap, the sky is high for birds to fly. Congratulations to Captain Song on her rise to power, and best wishes for a grand future!”

The right sash read: “Today is better than yesterday, and each day will be even more wonderful. Captain Song, the liberated serf, sings with joy, happiness etched on her brow!”

Lin Yan was laughing like crazy: “What is all this nonsense!”

Song Yuhang glared at her, her face alternating between blue and white: “This is a mess! Clean it up within three minutes. Everyone, meeting in the conference room. Anyone late will have their month’s salary and performance deducted!”

Everyone exchanged glances, dropped everything, and scattered like birds and beasts.

“Wait for me! Wait for me!”

“No, why can’t I take this sash off!” Duan Cheng was sweating profusely: “Fang Xin, Fang Xin, help me out! Xin! Xin!”

In his wailing, Fang Xin had already slipped away, holding a cup of tea, and quickly walked toward the conference room.

“Shouting for help?! Do it yourself!”

Duan Cheng lamented: “But you were part of the planning…”

Lin Yan picked up a pen and a folder from her desk, walked past Song Yuhang with a charming smile, and slapped the folder onto her chest.

“Oh, Director Song, what a grand scene.”

Song Yuhang smiled slightly, walked with her to the conference room, leaned in deliberately, and whispered in her ear: “These little brats have been fooling around with me for too long. If I don’t give them a stern warning, how will I manage them in the future… during the meeting, give me some face.”

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Despite her words, with Lin Yan’s fiery temper, a clash of opinions during the meeting was inevitable, and it only took a spark to set her off. She was the only one who dared to confront Song Yuhang, a deputy director, while being a chief forensic doctor herself, their spit flying as they argued.

It felt like they had gone back to their confrontational days two years ago.

The onlookers below shivered: Who am I? Where am I? What is happening? Am I in a meeting or eating dog food?

By the afternoon, Song Yuhang’s office was also set up. A junior officer was about to take out a plaque. The new leader was young and likely wouldn’t like these old-fashioned things, right?

To his surprise, Song Yuhang stood right behind him, staring at the words on the plaque:

“With iron shoulders, uphold justice; with a red heart, build the soul of the police.”

These were the words left by Zhao Junfeng to Feng Jianguo, who had hung it in the office until he transferred to the provincial office without taking it down.

The junior officer struggled to turn the plaque around, about to carry it out when a hand firmly steadied him.

Song Yuhang said, “Leave it, hang it back up there.”