A week later, Ling Yan had a cold and fever and took the initiative to contact Watson, saying that he could take a polygraph.

After Watson mentioned the call, he quickly arranged for someone to take them to the improvised lab.

"Mrs. Ling or Miss Ling, who comes first?"

"I'll go first." Ji Fang put down the bag and took the initiative to say.

The staff opened the door, let her in and sat down, and put on a device to monitor her body data.

Everything was ready, and the staff stepped back.

An Asian psychologist, at Watson's beckoning, began the first question.

"Mrs. Ling is a doctor at St. Paul's Hospital?"

Ji Fang: "Yes. ”

"Gu Weiwei was assassinated and admitted to the hospital, are you her attending doctor?"

Ji Fang: "Yes. ”

"You diagnosed her as brain dead?"

Ji Fang: "I only preliminarily concluded that I was diagnosed with brain death after consultation with the dean and another surgeon. ”

"That'...... During the months you treated her, her condition ...... Isn't it getting better? ”

Ji Fang was silent for a moment, "No. ”

"Mrs. Ling, you hesitated for a few seconds just now, what are you hesitating?"

"After all, it's been a year, and I'm thinking back to what it was." Ji Fang said calmly.

"Judging from the medical records of the hospital, Gu Weiwei's physical condition has improved somewhat, why has it deteriorated again?"

"This kind of situation is encountered in patients, and a short period of improvement does not mean an overall improvement." Ji Fang said.

The psychologist was silent for a while, then asked.

"So, in the few months you've been her attending doctor, have you done your best to treat her?"

Ji Fang pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, then asked rhetorically.

"What do you mean, doubting my professionalism and not trying my best to treat it."

The psychologist spread his hands at Watson, and he had nothing to ask about himself.

Watson continued the conversation and said.

"You're Miss Vivi's doctor, and then her heart was transplanted to your daughter, we have some suspicions, shouldn't we?"

This coincidence has always haunted Kaman.

Although the letter of intent for organ donation was indeed signed by Miss Weiwei herself.

However, she was injured and admitted to the hospital, and after a few months in the hospital, she was brain dead, and her heart was transplanted to the biological daughter of the attending doctor.

What if, in the process of treatment, she deliberately did not do her best to save this heart?

Of course, there is no evidence for all this at the moment, but it is also reasonable doubt.

"Of course, you can doubt it." Ji Fang no longer defended.

At this time, the more you justify, the more you don't have three hundred taels of silver here.

"So in the process, did you think that if she died, you could provide your daughter's transplanted heart, right?" Watson asked.

"No, I'm a doctor, please don't doubt my professionalism." Ji Fang replied.

Watson's face was solemn and aggressive.

"But before a doctor, you were also a mother, and you could bear to see your daughter's life on the line, and let go of this opportunity to let her live?"

"As a mother, I certainly want my daughter to have a transplanted heart." Ji Fang sighed deeply and swore solemnly, "But Weiwei has saved Yanyan several times, and we can't do anything to harm her." ”

What did this Watson find, or did he deliberately try to ask such a question?