Yue Qingqing moved closer to her mother and held Zhang Ying’s trembling hands.
"Dr. Zhao, can you take responsibility for what you said?"
Zhao Danyang barely hesitated, "Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have co on this show."
Yue Qingqing imdiately asked, "Since you saw Ms. Zhang steal the child back then, why didn’t you report it to the police at that ti? Would a doctor choose to stand by in such a situation?"
Zhao Danyang was stunned by the question.
"At that ti I..." she murmured to herself. Admitting she saw this scene but didn’t call the police would undoubtedly ruin her reputation; she clearly wasn’t fit to be a qualified doctor.
At that mont, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought about how to refute.
"Back then, I wasn’t sure if Ms. Zhang took away a child; I could only see sothing resembling a bundle. But years later, when I saw the news, I finally realized that she had stolen the child, which made my conscience uneasy, so I had to co forward to testify."
Yue Qingqing responded indifferently, "That seems to make sense."
Zhao Danyang slightly raised her chin, looking full of righteousness.
The viewership in front of the TV exploded.
"Now there’s a witness, how does the Yue Family plan to argue? This is called irrefutable evidence!"
"Talking about two mothers fighting over a child, tricking my tears, I almost fell for it, now they’re honest, right."
"I’ve always felt sothing was off with the Yue Family, how can village people be so cunning?"
At the Pan Muling’s house.
The family of three sat in front of the TV, and Pan Muling’s mother sighed.
"I really didn’t expect..."
Pan Muling, however, didn’t give up, "There must be sothing fishy about this. Yue Qingqing is such a good person; I don’t believe her family are thieves."
Pan Muling’s father, who had been sitting next to them holding a teacup, frowned.
"Sothing feels off to ."
Pan Muling’s father worked at the hospital, and Pan Muling’s eyes suddenly lit up.
"Dad, you feel sothing’s off too? Could it be that this person is pretending to be a doctor?"
Pan Muling’s father shook his head, "That doesn’t seem right, but..."
At that mont, in the studio, Yue Qingqing suddenly smiled.
"Then I also want to ask Dr. Zhao a few questions."
Zhao Danyang arrogantly replied, "Ask away."
"How can you rember things so clearly from so many years ago? It’s as if it happened yesterday, it’s so vividly described."
Pan Muling’s father slapped his thigh in front of the TV, "Exactly, how many people are seen in the clinic every day? Round after round, how can you rember a woman’s illness from so many years ago? If it were a few years ago, maybe, but nearly twenty years have passed."
Unless—
The person’s illness was extrely rare, or sothing special happened.
For a family, infertility might be a disastrous event.
But as a doctor, not knowing how many patients one sees daily, one becos numb after seeing so much.
However, Zhao Danyang remained calm and was prepared, "That’s the thing, I have a characteristic — exceptional mory, so rembering things from many years ago isn’t surprising."
She countered, "I’ve seen earlier dia reports that said Miss Yue also has a photographic mory; can’t there be others with good mory?"
This argunt seems flawless, especially using Yue Qingqing as an example.
Yue Qingqing couldn’t outright deny that having a good mory was loophole, right?
Yue Qingqing looked at Zhao Danyang and suddenly asked a strange question.
"Then, can Dr. Zhao, who has an exceptionally good mory, recall what my first question was after you took the stage?"
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