Manner Of Death English Translation

Prejudice This is the first word that comes to mind when I see the look of disdain from the young saleswoman. She had cast a disgusted look at the old man who had just entered the high-end store. From what I can see he must be between 65 and 70 years old, his gray hair was tousled, his outfit consisted of an oversized tee-shirt and shabby jeans. The man limped into the store and glanced at the clothes as if he wanted to buy them. I put the t-shirt I had just chosen back in its original place before observing this scene with great interest. Is she going to find that under her oversized T-shirt, a huge gold chain was hanging around the old man's neck? As I said, prejudice obscures the perception of reality. She couldn't see the gold chain because she was blinded by her prejudices and even if she could, she would seek to alter what she had seen. "It must be fake ... There is no way this type of person has a gold necklace and can buy clothes from our store .." She must have been thinking. I pay for my items at the checkout and walk out of the store with my arms full. Two bags, one containing the newly purchased clothes and the other donuts for my breakfast before going to my workplace. Tomorrow night I'm eating with my best friend from high school. Songsak a.k.a Pert, a young and fervent prosecutor, who possesses an ultimate weapon: his physique. I'm a little envious, to be honest, not only is he a good-looking man and has a great job he dates a lot of women. I have to be careful what I wear if I don't want to be a total loser by standing next to him. But that wasn't the reason I bought new clothes. Spend thousands of baht to be more beautiful, that's not what I think 'is important'. The shirt I wore yesterday while I was working got soaked in abdominal fluids from the body on which I had performed an autopsy. It was an accident. A member of my team had told me as he carried the container with the fluids spilling the entire contents onto my arm. As the plastic apron that I wear over my work coat does not reach up to my arms, the liquid has a pestilential smell to quickly reached my clothes that I will not waste my time washing them. ... "Hey, Bunn! Why did you sign up for medico-social?" Tim, a friend of mine, once asked me. "You've been studying medicine for 6 years and now you want to dissect bodies? I only had this class for two weeks in my 5th year and almost got sick." "People have different passions" I answer him by removing the crumbs from my external uniform (external: studying in 6th year medicine). "I like corpses. You like children. So I chose forensic medicine and you pediatrics. It doesn't make any more sense than that." I smile at Tim, who makes a face at me. "How can you say you like corpses while smiling? You're too weird for me." "Oi, my strangeness helps our country! There are very few people in this branch of medicine. And then I'm the only one who signed up for the program. The teacher almost burst into tears when he received my registration. ". I said, getting up from my chair in the med school cafeteria. I pick up my stethoscope and hang it over my shoulder: "Hurry up, Mr. Pediatrician! The conference is about to begin." In truth, I had much more reason to choose this specialization but Tim would have found it boring. I do not like to explain my choices to others. It's nice up funnier to let them guess. What I feel and what I think will always remain hidden, to make room for the funny, talkative, and charismatic that I had decided to be. I was ready to pay the one who could see me in my real light. I spent three years as a resident (resident: supervised graduate doctor who is hired in a hospital). After I graduated, they tried to persuade me to become a teacher, but I was tired of university life. I wanted to go where I wanted. So I decided to work in a provincial hospital in the north, almost 1000km from my hometown. I am the only medical examiner in the area. I quickly made very good connections in the legal network. Every police officer, lawyer, prosecutor,mor even judge knows me. My name is Bunnakit Songsakdina, M.D., a 30-year-old forensic scientist in a provincial hospital. Single. I had a girlfriend, a beautiful bank worker, but she didn't seem happy with a man who spent his days dissecting corpses. So she left me three weeks ago. ... Pert is holding a glass of beer, chuckling to death after learning of my new single status. "Oi! Since when did your gorgeous and luscious Prae let you down? You never told me." This man, tall and wearing overpriced clothing puts his glass on the table with a serious air. "Whatever...You've already broken up." "And?" I frown as I watch him wait for him to continue his sentence. "So this is my chance." He brings his beautiful face closer to me. His mouth stretches into a perfect smile. I have chills all over my body from that single smile. "Give me her number." I lift my finger, the same finger that holds my scalpel to slit open the abdomen of a corpse, and hit his forehead as hard as I can. Pert returns to his seat, rubbing his head and moaning in pain. "Are you serious!? No, I won't give it to you. Start by breaking up with Cherry, Mai, Som or whatever their name is!" "Dr. Bunn, don't come in my way. You better let your exes be with a perfect man like me." It was a very ordinary conversation between Pert and I when we found ourselves outside of work and surrounded by people in a restaurant like this evening. As the tables were very close to each other, we couldn't discuss murders, corpses and anything of that sort in public. Suddenly, our topic of discussion was about the stories of the hearts of two single men in their thirties. "Besides, why did you break up?" Pert asks me more seriously. "I don't know. We didn't get along anymore I guess." I said, shrugging my shoulders to show that it didn't bother me more than that. I broke up with Prae for several reasons, which I didn't want to give up. Pert must not discover my true feelings which I hid under my deceptively calm face. No one should know. "Aw man, you couldn't get along? I thought you hugged her tenderly after dissecting a rotting body without taking a shower." "If that was the case, we should have broken up during our first 3 days because the rotten body in question had appeared during the first days of our relationship." I realize then that I spoke a little too loudly when I saw a middle-aged woman staring at us insistently from the next table. I turn around to apologize and then our conversation continues more calmly on various topics. When I moved here we luckily found each other. We work in the same field, which leads us to find ourselves frequently, whether in court or outside. At work, he is Prosecutor Songsak, the one who questions me as an expert witness in medicine. But outside, he transforms into Pert, the popular old high school dude who usually sat at the back of the classroom, the loud kid who only got in trouble but attracted everyone. When I get home, it's already past midnight. I open the door to my one-story house, the one I have been renting since I arrived here. Actually, the hospital offered accommodation but I was taken to a wooden house in an impossible state, so I decided to rent a house outside the hospital. Luckily, there were rental houses not far from my workplace, so I rented this one with a plot of 280m? I was about to take the keys out of my pocket when my phone vibrated. I wonder who would call me at this hour. It's a landline number. A call not from a cell phone was unusual for me. If it came from the hospital, it was a landline of course, but the number was saved in my phone so ... Who could it be? I decide to answer by unlocking my door. "Hello." (Uh ...) A man's voice is heard on the other end of the line. [Is that Nath?] Who is Nath? I immediately understand it's a wrong number, "No, you must have dialed the wrong number." (Eh?] The man stays silent for a few seconds, [On the contrary, I think it's the right one. May I know who you are?] I open the door and go inside the house. Why does he want to know who I am? "Uh, that's the wrong number. It's not Nath's." I hang up immediately. If he calls again, I will put him on the answering machine directly. Nath must have given him the wrong number. Sorry for you man, it's not for tonight. A good night's rest after going out with my friend will do me a lot of good. I slept through the night without any other strange calls. ... I turned to watch the young intern who was turning white with amusement mixed with sympathy. In front of us lay the body of a young man on a stainless steel table. He had been sent here for an autopsy to determine the cause of death. According to his file, he died in a car accident after colliding with a pole at around 4:00 a.m. When help arrived, he had no pulse. I had spent half an hour teaching her how to determine the time of death and how to examine the external conditions of the body. Now I asked my colleague to do the dissection. "Did you have lunch Fai?" I ask, turning to the intern, whose presence had been requested by a member of the emergency room staff in order to discover the joys of forensic medical sciences with me. The poor thing. "I... I already ate, professor." It's common for an intern to call the autopsy manager 'a professor'. Her face grew paler and paler as my colleague cut the scalp of the corpse moving it across the face to reveal his skull. I glance at Fai in her lab coat, wearing a green medical apron, charlotte, a mask over her nose, and rubber boots. Her body seemed to shrink in her uniform. I smile fondly at the sight. "Come on, let's hurry to finish the autopsy. I'll invite you to eat." I guide her away from the table while waiting for the corpse's skull to be opened. "What do you think is the cause of death?" I ask Fai without having serious expectations. When I was a very young medical student, I had only had two weeks of forensic medicine class. If I hadn't wanted to continue in this field, I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to remember anything. "Umm ..." Fai looks at the body with an uncertain expression. "Hypovolemic shock from too much blood loss?" "Hmph, it's possible. Blood loss is very common in this type of accident. But from an external point of view, we can't see any bleeding except from the nose and ears. There could be any bleeding. have internal bleeding. This person has a large bruise on his stomach and chest. Once we open his lungs and abdomen, we should be able to see him. But I don't think that's it... "Fai turns her head towards me and looks at me skeptically. I give her a knowing look and say "Wait and see..." The skull was beautifully opened. The brain is carried on a table. I take Fai to look at the head that was exposed. "Bingo, a fracture at the base of the skull. Can you see it?" I point to the place where the bone is fractured so she can see it. "At first we saw a thick pink substance come out of his nose as well as further evidence showing a mechanism of death from asphyxiation. The base of his skull fractured and blood from that area entered his ways. respiratory. He probably drowned in his own blood." I see a glimmer of excitement light up Fai's gaze. She's pretty cute. After finishing the autopsy, I take Fai to a steakhouse not far from the hospital. When interns are sent to my house, I usually take them outside to eat. Then I bring them back to their ward so they can continue their service. "Why did you choose to study forensic, Professor?" Fai asks me while waiting for our food. It was a popular question that every intern asked me when we went out to eat. "I find it fun. We communicate with each other with words. But the dead communicate with their bodies. It depends on whether we listen to them. The reason for the death of a person falling from a building could be suicide, but when we discover toxic substances in his blood. It is the dead man who is trying to talk to us, he says to us: I did not kill myself, Doctor! I was murdered!" Fai scrunches up her face, "Professor, you gave me goosebumps..." I laughed "Hey, that was just a metaphor. If a corpse were to talk to me, I would hug my neck." "Are you afraid of ghosts?" Fai asks me in a shrill voice. "Of course I'm afraid! I pray every night before I go to bed." We laugh at the same time. It was the right time. "Uh...You know you don't have to call me teacher or address me. We're not at school. Let's keep it simple, you can call me Bunn." Fai gave me a big smile. "Okay. You are very nice and you teach well Bunn." I was about to thank her for the compliment, but my phone ringing interrupts me. I look at the number that calls me, it is the one that I had registered in my phone 'Captain Aem'. Three words burst into my mind when I see this name appear on my phone screen during my working hours. Something has happened... ... I step out of the hospital van with Fai on my heels. I decided to take her with me to give her a crime scene experience because during office hours, the interns in the emergency department are the ones who perform the autopsies. I wear a black jacket with a large letter 'FORENSICS' written on the back, and sneakers for the practical side. There are three of us, Fai, Anun, a colleague and I walk towards the building. Anun carries a bag in one hand and a camera in the other in order to conscientiously take pictures of the crime scene. It is an apartment building located in the city center. There must have been people living here. My gaze wanders over the entire area to immerse myself in the atmosphere. It's what I always do even if it does go beyond my job. My job is to go where the body is and only there. At the crime scene I am capable of saying who the deceased person is, when he or she died and what is the cause. And if necessary, I send the body to the Department of Forensic Medicine in order to perform the autopsy. The investigators will then take the information from my report that determines the cause of death and will identify the suspect or killer along with other evidence. But I like to play this game. If it's murder, I'll guess who's the culprit without strong evidence. I'll keep this to myself and wait for the investigation to be completed. You can call it a gift because so far I've been right every time. A police officer walks up to me "Dr Bunn," "Oh Captain Aem," I respond with a big smile to the tall, muscular man who calls me. He's the main investigator in this area. I show himmthe young student "I brought an intern in the first year to observe the scene. I present to you Fai." I see the Captain sending a brilliant look towards the petite female doctor. I would really like to take a picture of it and send it to his wife. "Well then, the elevator is on this side. The crime scene is on the fifth floor." We move towards the elevator which is already open. When we're inside, the Captain turns to talk to me. "We found a suicide note, Dr Bunn. The deceased's sister confirmed that it was her handwriting. She was in a state of depression. We discovered a considerable amount of antidepressants and sleeping pills although she refused to take them. We asked her sister and she told us that she was stressed because of her love life. Her boyfriend had ended their relationship or something." I agree with his explanations. "From what I've heard, it's more than likely to be suicide isn't it? Ah... and you're saying the boyfriend is the one who found the body?" "Yes, at 11:30 am, the deceased's boyfriend came to see her at her house. He told us he knocked but no one answered. She did not answer his calls. So, he went downstairs to ask the concierge for the key, explaining that the tenant was suffering from depression and that he was afraid for his life. When he entered and found the body of the woman hanging with the hose of the shower head in the bathroom, he ran to carry it to untie her and give her CPR. Luckily the janitor stopped him and called us." I do a little 'tsk'. I prefer an untouched corpse. "Hug? His hair must be all over the body." Captain Aem laughed at my remark. The elevator opens to the fifth floor. I walk forward and observe the hallway. One of the apartments was open. A group of police and forensic officers was in front. Next to it, two people are talking to the police. One of them is a woman who is crying. The other is a tall man in a white shirt and gray pants. Hisvblack hair was neatly combed back. He was rather handsome, he did not go unnoticed especially when he stood among all these people. "It's her sister and her boyfriend," Captain Aem quickly confirms to me. The reaction to the loss of a loved one is different for everyone. Some will be angry; others will feel guilty. I observe the man, the boyfriend of the deceased. His expression is calm, the opposite of the sister who was crying hysterically, his face and eyes showed no emotion. I put this observation in the back of my mind. I walked over to the forensic team who were inspecting the room in the apartment. The Captain guides me to the bathroom on the left. I then see the body of a 28 year old woman with long hair. She wears a pink nightgown, hanging from the shower head itself attached to the bathroom wall. Her feet were above the ground, a stool was overturned on the ground. The tips of her hands and feet had turned purple. Her face was swollen and green, and her tongue hung out. I hear a series of flashes coming from Anun's device as Fai remains static, her face pale. I take latex gloves from the bag and give them to the whole team. I approach the body and inspect it for physical evidence such as hair, body hair or blood. "The name of the deceased is Janejira Sukyod, age 28. She was a school teacher. She resigned two weeks ago," said the Captain, looking at me. "Her sister said her depression got worse. She was the last person to see him. They ate together here at 7:00 PM and she left at 9:00 PM." I use my finger to press down on the black areas on the tips of her feet and hands. I try to move his arm. "She died about 8 or 12 hours ago. This coincides with the time she was alone." I stand on tiptoes to look at the knot. It was a white cloth connected to the shower head. Eh!? My eyes fall on something unusual. Under the mark of the pipe on her neck were small, long scratches with bruises. I call Anun to take a picture of them. Fai approaches timidly. "What is that?" I show him the mark. "See? It looks like scratches, what do you think? And that area looks like a bruise too." I turn to Captain Aem, "Are there any signs of fight in the room? I haven't seen any yet." The Captain shakes his head. "Everything seems to be in its place. According to her sister, nothing has changed." I reach out to touch the bruised area. I could feel the fractured larynx which should not appear on a person who died from hanging. I breathe out slowly and turn to the Captain, who awaited my conclusions with anticipation. I couldn't wait to bring the body back to the hospital for an autopsy. "Sorry to give you more work, M," I stay silent for a moment. "But it doesn't look like suicide, I'd like to take the body back to the lab for an autopsy." This woman was strangled and her suicide was staged. After completing the preliminary findings at the scene of the crime, I take off my gloves and walk out of the room where the death had taken place. I breathe in a big breath of fresh air. The body will need to be taken to the Department of Forensic Medicine for further examination. I am ready to dissect this case. There was a lot more to discover on this, a lot more work. I became addicted to this feeling. This is THE reason why I fell in love with this profession. When it looks like murder, I start playing my favorite game. Who is the murderer...? My gaze then falls on the man presented as the boyfriend of the victim, the person whose face is still impassive. Doesn't he grieve the death of his girlfriend even though they had already broken up? His big dark eyes suddenly locked on mine as he realized someone was watching him. I look away, my heart pounding with excitement. My intuition tells me that something is wrong with him. He's hiding something. And considering his musculature, the symmetry of his body of 5'11 he could easily carry his girlfriend's body and hang her. I hope the police think like me and investigate him. This man is the murderer, I'm sure.