A week later, Ling Yan recovered from her fever and contacted Watson, saying that she could do the lie detector test.
After Watson ended the phone call, he asked his men to take them to the lab.
“Who is going first, Mrs. Ling or Miss. Ling?”
“I will go first.” Ji Fang put down her bag and volunteered to take the test first.
A staff member opened the door and asked her to sit down. Then he put on the equipment that would monitor her body.
When everything was ready, the staff member retreated.
At the signal from Watson, an Asian psychologist asked the first question.
“Mrs. Ling is a doctor from St. Paul Hospital?”
Ji Fang said, “Yes.”
“Gu Weiwei was stabbed and you were her doctor?”
Ji Fang said, “Yes.”
“Did you diagnose her brain death?”
Ji Fang said, “I just came to a preliminary conclusion but her brain death was only confirmed after a consultation with the director and another surgeon.”
“Then during the months when you were attending to her, did her condition not improve?”
Ji Fang was silent for a moment. “No.”
“Mrs. Ling, why are you hesitating?”
“After all, it has been a year. I am thinking about what happened.” Ji Fang said calmly.
“Judging from the medical records in the hospital, Gu Weiwei was getting better. So why did you say she was getting worse?”
“This kind of situation happens to patients all the time. A short recovery does not mean a full recovery.” Ji Fang said.
The psychologist stayed silent for a while and asked again, “So, in the months when you became her doctor, did you try your best to treat her?”
Ji Fang stayed silent for a moment and asked, “What do you mean? Are you suspecting my professionalism by asking such a question?”
The psychologist shrugged at Watson. He had nothing more to ask.
Watson continued.
“You are Miss Weiwei’s doctor, and her heart was given to your daughter. Shouldn’t we be suspicious?”
That was a coincidence that had always bothered Cayman.
Although the donation letter was signed by Miss Weiwei herself.
However, when she was hospitalized due to an injury, she was only hospitalized for a few months before being declared brain dead. Then her heart was given to the daughter of the doctor in charge.
What if she did not try her best to save Weiwei during the treatment?
Of course, there was no evidence yet, but it was a reasonable suspicion.
“Of course, you can be suspicious.” Ji Fang stopped defending herself.
The more she tried to defend herself, the more she revealed.
“So throughout the whole time of caring for Weiwei, did you ever think that if she died, you could give her heart to your daughter?” asked Watson.
“No, I am a doctor, please don’t doubt my professionalism.” Ji Fang answered.
Watson looked serious and aggressive.
“But before you became a doctor, you were also a mother. How could you bear to see your own daughter’s life on the verge of death and let go of this opportunity to keep her alive?”
“As a mother, I certainly hope that my daughter can have a heart transplant.” Ji Fang sighed deeply and then confidently said, “Weiwei already saved Yanyan several times, we wouldn’t do anything to harm her.”
What had Watson discovered, or was he just trying to sound her out?
