Cheng Yujie, who was studying the patient's surgery plan, looked up at her daughter. "What are these? Whose blood is this, and whose hair?"
"You don't need to know whose blood it is, nor whose hair it is. I want to know if they are father and daughter!" An Ning urgently wanted the answer.
"What is the relationship between these two people and you?" Cheng Yujie continued to ask.
"I can't tell you for now." An Ning panted and said.
"Bang..."
Cheng Yujie heavily placed her ballpoint pen on the notebook, very unhappy. "You don't know anything, yet you ask me to do a paternity test? Isn't this ridiculous? I won't do it, take the stuff back!"
"Mom, if this wasn't important, how could I have come over specially? I need to know the answer as soon as possible." An Ning said seriously.
Cheng Yujie reevaluated her daughter, indeed An Ning never does meaningless things. "Alright, I'll give you the answer in a week."
