Wei Shengjin approached the private clinic.
Zhao Yingjun directly took out two plastic bags containing hair and placed them on the table:
"I'd like a DNA test on these two hair samples to determine exactly what their relationship is."
"No problem, Miss Zhao."
The doctor politely took them and made the necessary labels.
In a private hospital, the customer comes first; if the client doesn't mention whose hair it is, the doctor will certainly not ask.
After all...
Those in this line have seen plenty of melodramatic plots.
He skillfully marked the hair sample on the left as A and the one on the right as B.
Then he showed Zhao Yingjun so she would know who was A and who was B in her mind.
"By the way, Miss Zhao."
The doctor asked while recording:
"What do you think the relationship between these two samples might be? It helps to focus the test, which can enhance efficiency and speed up the results."
"They should be [sisters]."
Zhao Yingjun answered: