Just as he came up, the elderly man with gray hair walked up and said, "Officer, I just heard Zhang Xiang say he wants to exhume my daughter's grave. Is that true?"
The man's tone was very serious as he spoke, and he looked like someone who has endured a lot in society.
Qin Feng quickly stepped forward, pulled out a cigarette, and handed it over.
However, just as the cigarette came out of the box, the elderly man waved his hand: "I don't need a cigarette, I just want the results now. Is it true?"
Jiang An's gaze was unwavering as he nodded and said, "It is."
"Our examination is necessary for the investigation, and I hope you can understand."
"Understand? How to understand? Years ago, my daughter died tragically while safeguarding the clinic's medicine here."
"It took us, the old couple, many years to heal the wounds in our hearts, and now you want to dig up her grave again. What is your intention?"
