As they walked out of the community, Zhaxi couldn't hold back any longer: "Professor Yang, do you usually help the police solve cases besides treating patients?"
Yang Ping shook his head: "Rarely, only when their investigations need clinical medical knowledge do they come to us, as forensic experts have weaknesses in clinical medicine."
Once Yang Ping got into the car, Dr. Yuan asked: "Professor Yang, did you find anything?"
"Nothing in particular, just some things that feel off," Yang Ping replied.
"What feels off?"
"The smell. When you entered, did you smell anything?"
Dr. Yuan thought for a moment: "A bit, it smelled like a laboratory."
Yang Ping nodded: "The smell of organic solvents, but there were no organic solvents in the deceased's house. His study only had books, pens, and tea, no chemical reagents. So where did the smell come from?"
Dr. Yuan was momentarily stunned.
