The dissected corpse was Shi Xiaoya!

After the initial shock, Jiang Cheng gradually calmed down. He wasn't surprised by Shi Xiaoya's death, considering she had signed the body donation form, even if she wasn't fully aware of it.

But her dying so quickly, and in such a gruesome way, was something they hadn't anticipated.

As if a disguise had been exposed, more and more changes began to appear on Shi Xiaoya's corpse. Large patches of abrasions slowly surfaced on her once fair skin.

Especially her elbows and fingertips, which were worn raw.

Her fingernails were broken, some even flipped up, revealing the dark red flesh underneath, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.

The initial guess was confirmed. These abrasions proved that she had been trapped in a small space, and her broken fingernails were the result of frantic scratching.

Even just looking at it, one could feel Shi Xiaoya's despair at the time.

It seemed she was the one trapped inside the number 9 morgue freezer.

Jiang Cheng followed this line of thought, and the course of events became clear. Due to the cramped space inside the morgue freezer, the petite Shi Xiaoya was the best candidate.

However, when she crawled inside and found the registry, she was too nervous to examine it closely, mistakenly signing her name on the body donation form sandwiched in the middle.

Immediately, the change occurred.

The freezer door suddenly slammed shut, trapping her inside.

No matter how much she struggled, it was all in vain.

Finally, like livestock, she was dragged to the fifth-floor dissection room, used as a teaching tool, and dissected alive.

Jiang Cheng was certain that Shi Xiaoya was still alive during the dissection because the corpse's hands and feet were tied with extremely thin ropes.

The ropes were translucent, with a slight yellow tint, resembling something like silk spun by some creature. They were so fine they were almost unnoticeable.

Shi Xiaoya's limbs were fixed to the four corners of the operating table, spread out in a large cross.

There were signs of struggle at the wrists and ankles where she was tied, with some areas rubbed raw.

Staring at the body with its head removed and its chest cavity opened, exposing the emptiness within, Wen Liangshan's lips twitched. An inappropriate thought suddenly popped into his head: it's like being completely drained.

Lifting his head, Jiang Cheng began to survey the surrounding students.

The students were all wearing uniform white coats and face masks, only their eyes visible, making it impossible to discern their appearances.

But Jiang Cheng could confirm that Gao Yan, Shen Mengyun, and Wang Qi were not among these students.

A problem had arisen.

If Shi Xiaoya was killed here, what about the others?

Jiang Cheng didn't believe they were all dead.

Suddenly, Professor Wang Wenli, who was giving the lecture, slowly straightened up. First, he reached into his pocket with a gloved hand, pulled out his phone, and stared at the screen.

Jiang Cheng noticed that his phone was an old-fashioned button phone, wet and dripping.

After a moment, Wang Wenli seemed to have found the answer he was looking for. He narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head, and said in a meaningful tone, "Everyone, please note that there are only 3 minutes left in our class."

"To better digest the knowledge learned in this class, I will keep a few students with weaker foundations to help them review the content of this class."

Almost simultaneously, all the students nodded and replied, "Okay."

But even this simple "Okay" made Fatty and the others feel a chill in their hearts.

The tone, movements, and voices of the dozen or so students were exactly the same, as synchronized as if they were one person.

Clearly, the problem here wasn't just the two professors; these students were probably also...

Another point was that the students with weaker foundations that Wang Wenli mentioned probably referred to them.

Compared to these medical students, their foundations were far weaker.

Moreover, Jiang Cheng seized the opportunity to glance at his phone. Sure enough, they had less than 3 minutes left.

It seemed that when the time was up, these two professors would make their move against them.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the dissection room was extremely oppressive, and everyone was waiting.

Jiang Cheng and the others were waiting for an opportunity to sign the registry, the two professors were waiting for the time to come to "help" Jiang Cheng and the others catch up on their dissection lessons, and the students...

Fatty swallowed, his face panicked.

He had a feeling that these students weren't in a hurry to leave either; they were waiting to watch the show.

Perhaps... there might be another dissection class later.

And the materials would be the few of them who were left behind.

Thinking of this, Fatty's sausage-like legs began to tremble uncontrollably again. He habitually looked at the doctor, a man who was good at creating miracles.

Or rather, he was a miracle himself.

Jiang Cheng slowly turned around and took a small step towards the table with the registry. The movement was minimal, but even so, it was noticed.

"Where are you going?" Wang Wenli pulled at his mask with the hand he had just used to dissect the corpse, a chilling coldness in his eyes. His voice was icy as he said, "Since you're late, shouldn't you be observing carefully? After class, those of you who were late will stay behind, and Professor Qiu and I will help you make up for the lessons you missed."

Professor Qiu...

That matched another name from the exhibition room.

If he remembered correctly, his name was Qiu Xicheng.

"Then thank you, Professor," Jiang Cheng nodded, but his steps didn't stop, and he took a second step towards the registry very honestly.

Seeing this, Professor Qiu, who hadn't said much, suddenly turned his head, adjusted his glasses with a gloved hand, and questioned loudly, "Didn't you hear what Professor Wang said?"

The suddenness of the event startled everyone.

Fatty Huai Yi wanted to help Jiang Cheng, but he didn't know how. He was worried that rashly trying to persuade them would only complicate matters further.

There were less than two minutes left.

Huai Yi clenched his phone, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Encouraged by Professor Qiu's support, Wang Wenli's confidence grew. He continued to scold, "This is our classroom, a place to learn knowledge. Since you've come, you should study hard, at least abide by the rules here, respect..."

"Professor!" Jiang Cheng suddenly interrupted him, saying in a soft but powerful voice, "I acknowledge your excellent medical skills, but in terms of following the rules, I don't think you're qualified to talk to me. First of all, you haven't respected the rules here."

Jiang Cheng didn't give them a chance to react, and continued, "Just now, you pulled at your mask with the hand you had just used to dissect the corpse. This violates the operating procedures of the dissection room. Of course, that's your personal behavior."

"But what I find most unacceptable is that when you took out your phone, the screen was on a game interface!"

"In this sacred, solemn, and dignified place, you can still play games? Do you respect the original owner who voluntarily donated their body for the advancement of medicine?"

Jiang Cheng reached out and gestured for everyone to look at a sign on the wall.

The sign had a few lines of black text, each stroke showing solemnity – Every body donor is worthy of respect. Please remember to treat them with respect at all times.

Wang Wenli was speechless for a moment.

Seeing his companion embarrassed, Professor Qiu subconsciously wanted to reprimand Jiang Cheng, "You..."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng turned to look at him, his eyes full of sharpness, and pointed directly at Professor Qiu's nose, "Shut your mouth, now I'll talk about you!"