National Forensic Doctor

Conference room.

The begonia flowers on the windowsill were a soft pink, and the ashtray had been carefully cleaned of cigarette butts by a botanist, making for a pleasant scent.

The conference room was very quiet, with only the sound of a frustrated person shaking a pen that had run out of ink.

Huang Qiangmin hastily summoned a batch of pens over, finally resolving the issue.

The botanists then went back to working in silence.

For Sulei and others, botany itself was a dull science that didn’t require much verbal communication—most knowledge came from years of accumulation.

This made her doubt Jiang Yuan’s botanical abilities. Considering his age alone, a student like Jiang Yuan could at best be a graduate student who had only just begun his doctoral studies. This was because, logically, an undergraduate or master’s student wouldn’t have had the time to accumulate enough botanical knowledge.

Not every botanist could recognize all the plants in a botanical garden, and many might not identify most of them. However, knowing all the plants in a botanical garden was still far from being a botanist.

With Sulei’s way of thinking, it was easy for her to consider that if Jiang Yuan lacked genuine expertise in forensic botany, then the botanical evidence passed through his hands might be highly problematic.

At this thought, Sulei’s sense of social responsibility instantly exploded.