Paternity Tester, Is Your Child Really Yours?

[A diary by a paternity testing specialist with five years in the industry. A look at the field. A mirror reflecting human nature.]

That toothbrush cost more than eight thousand yuan. They sent the whole thing in.

The test showed it wasn’t her husband’s.

She said, "All right, then. I’ll send another one."

They tested another. Still not a match.

They kept testing until the fifth one finally matched.

That cigarette butt cost twenty yuan. No brand. As ordinary as could be.

The first four had all been for nothing.

Five men. One pregnant woman.

When she got the report, she said, "Finally, the right one."

Her voice was as light as if she’d just bought something on sale.

In my five years doing paternity tests, the most ridiculous sample I’ve seen was a tuft of cat hair.

The note attached said, "See if the child is mine."

I took one look under the microscope. It was cat hair.

The longer you work in this field, the less you can guess what the next package will contain.

And you can never guess what expression the person across from you will wear when you hand over a report.

Some people cry on the spot.

Some people laugh.

Some sit in silence for half an hour.

Some crouch in the hallway, sitting there from the afternoon until ten at night.

I’m not the one breaking up families. I’m just the person who gives them the answer.

Everything written in this book is true.

Do you dare to read it?