The personal doctor of the beautiful president

Not to mention, Ye Minghao's situation is almost the same as Wall's.

The only difference is that Wall signed a big contract, and he can get money lying down.

After Ye Minghao was injured, he could only retire sadly.

Fortunately, Ye Minghao's family is rich, and he didn't become an athlete to make money. Now that he has switched to the entertainment industry, he is living a happy life.

But he still felt sorry.

After all, I became an athlete because I had talent and dreams.

It is a regret that can never be made up for not being able to stand on the highest podium.

"Hey, I was really unlucky. Why didn't I pay attention at that time, and stepped on a banana peel on the ground." Ye Minghao sighed.

Wait, banana peel.

That's probably not an accident.

Han Xingye asked casually, "Is there any surveillance video?"

Ye Minghao froze for a moment: "How can there be a camera in the bathroom?"

"Is the athlete's bathroom only accessible to athletes, what about other staff?"

"Staff are not allowed in in principle, only cleaning and plumbers can go in." Ye Minghao said: "But the cleaning itself comes in to clean up the garbage, so it shouldn't be like throwing a banana peel in the bathroom instead."

"So it's just athletes."

Hearing Han Xingye's tone, Ye Minghao realized something, and his tone changed.

"You mean, it wasn't an accident, but someone did it on purpose?"

"Who was in the bathroom before you to take a shower?"

"Feng Ping."

Having said that, Ye Minghao took a breath.

I thought it was bad luck that I was injured and retired, but I didn't expect that it was caused by people's deliberate schemes.

Moreover, the suspect is very clear, and the motive is also obvious. He is both a competitor and a rival in love.

Judging from Feng Ping's character, it seems reasonable for him to make such a trick.

Feng Ping's expression changed: "Don't spout blood, I didn't do it."

"It wasn't you who did it, then who did it, you bastard, I'm going to sue you." Ye Minghao was going crazy with anger.

His career was ruined just like that. The dream that was once within reach was only one step away, and it came to an abrupt end.

But he actually couldn't tell Feng Ping.

There must be evidence for the conviction. I can't listen to your empty words, even if your words are reasonable.

But it's been so long, where can I find evidence.

Even if you let Detective Conan go out, nothing can be found, and there may be a murder case.

Ye Minghao was anxious and angry, feeling deeply helpless.

Feng Ping firmly denied: "I definitely did not do this thing, I dare to swear to the sky, if I did it, let me be thundered."

Ye Minghao said angrily: "When I am a three-year-old child, what's the use of swearing, and there will be no real punishment for talking too much."

Feng Ping replied: "If you don't believe me, you can use a lie detector to see if I'm lying."

"It's useful for a fart." Ye Minghao snorted coldly.

The working principle of a lie detector is to detect a person's heartbeat. Generally speaking, when a person tells a lie, the heartbeat will speed up.

But this is only useful for ordinary people. When meeting people with strong psychological qualities, they lie a lot without blinking an eyelid. The lie detector is simply a display.

Therefore, the polygraph can only be regarded as an auxiliary tool at best, and I have never heard of using a polygraph to solve a case.

Feng Ping's psychological quality is undoubtedly quite strong.

As an athlete who has reached the pinnacle, it is impossible to become a world champion if he is not hard-hearted.

From Ye Minghao's point of view, Feng Ping just had no fear, and made it clear that he had nothing to do with him, so he deliberately said the lie detector to disgust himself.

"Give me your hand." Han Xingye said suddenly.

Feng Ping froze for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"Give me your hand and I'll see if you're lying."

No, even a lie detector can't detect it, you can detect it with your hands, what an international joke.

Not to mention that Feng Ping didn't believe it, even Ye Minghao himself found it a little unbelievable.

The director and others who were on the sidelines also felt that it was not realistic.

Although they had just appreciated Han Xingye's miraculous technique of cardiac resuscitation for Ye Minghao at close range, they were not professionals after all, and could only be laymen.

From a layman's point of view, CPR is nothing more than compressions, and there seems to be nothing special about it.

Only professional doctors would be extremely shocked when they saw Han Xingye's unique technique.

So in the director's opinion, Han Xingye's medical skills are indeed very good, but after all, it is science, not the scope of metaphysics.

It's a bit unreal to have a single-handed lie detector now.

"In order to prove my innocence, I agreed, but I have one condition. After I pass the test, this matter will stop here. No more mentions are allowed. Ye Minghao also apologizes to me. He slandered me."

Feng Ping was indeed a bit confident, and he was very smart, and wanted to take this opportunity to completely suppress this matter.

Ye Minghao was very emotional, what the hell, you conspired to harm me, not only can I not redress my injustice, but I also want to apologize to you?

He has many words of MMP in his heart, and he must say them.

Han Xingye nodded and agreed to Feng Ping's condition: "Yes."

Ye Minghao suddenly became a Muggle.

If it were another person, he would definitely not agree, and would even get mad on the spot: "Why do you make decisions for me?"

But Han Xingye was his savior, in front of Han Xingye, he had no room to resist.

"Okay." Ye Minghao gritted his teeth and agreed.

The big deal is an apology, but it's really nothing. The most uncomfortable thing is seeing the murderer get away with it, but I have nothing to do with him.

Feng Ping was as steady as an old dog, and stretched out his hand in front of Han Xingye.

He originally thought that Han Xingye would test whether his heartbeat was accelerating by taking his pulse. In principle, it was the same as a lie detector.

He is extremely strong psychologically, so he doesn't panic at all.

Unexpectedly, after Han Xingye grabbed his hand, he suddenly took off the ring on his hand, pricked his finger with a silver needle, and squeezed out a few drops of blood.

Immediately afterwards, Han Xingye asked someone to find a small bottle from the first aid kit of the program crew and collect the blood.

No, what is this operation.

Lie detection by way of blood test?Isn't this nonsense? Could it be that the various data of the blood test can also reflect whether there is a lie.

It cannot be said that when a person is lying, red blood cells, white blood cells or platelets will increase.

Isn't it too nonsensical.

All the onlookers felt baffled, and even Xiao Yuerong, who had always had the most confidence in Han Xingye, couldn't understand Han Xingye's thinking for a while.

But even if she doesn't understand, she still has confidence in Han Xingye.

This man can even revive the dead, and he is destined to be a man who can create miracles wherever he goes.