Chapter 8

The next day, early morning Chris got up and called the hospital where Jocelyn had sent the samples. He had been acquainted with the hospital chairman for a while, so he got the contact information of the colleague the little girl contacted quickly and called the person directly.

A middle-aged man held the phone on the other side and received the call, "Patrick here."

"Mr. Patrick," Chris's voice echoed through the speaker, "Do you know Alice?"

"Yes?" The man lowered his voice, "What is it? Who are you?"

Chris was silent for a moment. He didn't know how to introduce himself, but he would have to do something about it. The tests should have been done by now, and the doctors probably made the reports based on the result.

So he directly opened his mouth and said, "My hair was the other sample Jocelyn sent yesterday."

The doctor was also silent on the other side. It felt as if he was trying to digest the fact, and after thinking about it, he ope