At this point, Lin Kangshun couldn't be bothered with the old adage about not airing one's dirty laundry in public. He hurried after the doctor and anxiously explained his family's situation.
The reason he had spared no expense or effort—pulling strings to first get a blood sample from Gu Jiabao, then hiring a doctor to make a special trip to the prison to draw blood from Lin Dong for the costly DNA test, and finally waiting over half a month to travel to the provincial capital alone to get the results—wasn't because he actually believed Tao Jianren's dying words. It stemmed from his own initial lapse in judgment, coupled with a tiny, extravagant hope he harbored in his heart.
But he never expected this. He truly never expected a result that would leave him both overjoyed and apprehensive, terrified that the hospital might have made a mistake and he was getting his hopes up for nothing.
