stop. Doctor, you don't have to explain to me. I'm just a Secretary. I have no right to ask anything. Thank you.
Wen Qiao understood that the Secretary was just a shield.
The school had a perfunctory attitude towards them, no matter how many times they came, no matter if she came with a certificate or with Wen Chi's psychiatrist.
The result would be the same.
"Then please pass my words to your principal."
Doctor Chen was still trying to reason with her. The Secretary looked at her with disdain. we can't let all the other students live in fear just for one student.
I'll emphasize it again. Wen Chi will not hurt anyone.
"You won't? Wen Chi has quite a few fighting records in school, do you need me to find a witness? I heard that he's easily angered."
that was in the past. Ever since he took over the treatment, his condition has almost recovered.
The Secretary sneered. I'm sorry. There's a one percent chance. No, there's a one in ten thousand chance. We have to put an end to all of this.
Wen Qiao gritted her teeth and said,"does your school know why student Gong Lin injured someone?" If it wasn't for those people who took the initiative to provoke and agitate him, he wouldn't have hurt anyone at all. As for Wen Chi, he's almost fully recovered and even the doctor has proven that he's not aggressive. What else do you want?"
The Secretary merely rolled her eyes at Wen Qiao coldly. our aim is to bring mental patients home and not bring them out to harm society.
back then, when Gong Lin injured someone, it was Wen Chi who helped your school to control Gong Lin despite the danger. Is this how you treat him? "
The Secretary was impatient. that's a different matter. In any case, he's a mental patient. The school will not take the risk. Please go back.
Even Chen Yanfei, who was a highly educated social elite, kicked the door in anger. you guys are really useless educators.
"Record a video," Wen Qiao said to Lu Youyou in a low voice.
Lu Youyou understood what Wen Qiao was about to do. She immediately took out her phone and started to take a video secretly.
Wen Qiao took a step forward and said in a deep voice,"I heard that you became the Secretary of the principal of ninth high school through connections." &Nbsp;
The Secretary's face suddenly sank and she said sternly, " "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"I also heard that your son went to college through illegal means."
"What the hell are you doing?" the Secretary's eyes were spitting fire.
"Isn't it? I also heard that your husband cheated on Yingluo!"
The Secretary suddenly raised her hand and was about to give Wen Qiao a slap when Wen Qiao grabbed his wrist. "I just said a few rumors I heard, and the Secretary wants to hit me? Do you also have a mental illness? Can't stand the provocation? If you stay here, Won't You Be a threat to the students?"
"I'm not going to argue with you," the Secretary said through gritted teeth.
"Are you pestering me? I'm just stating the facts."
"You guys can leave now. If you don't, I'll call security."
The three of them were thrown out of the school by the school's security guards, looking quite embarrassed.
Wen Qiao uploaded the video and Wen Chi's diagnosis on Weibo without revealing his name. She then wrote a long Weibo post that clearly explained the cause and effect of the incident.
There were different opinions on the internet.
However, the majority still supported him.
Most people felt that since the school had already produced a professional psychologist's report and confirmed that the student was not aggressive, they should not deprive her of her right to study.
However, was the support of public opinion useful?
It was useless.
Nine middle school spent money to reduce the number of Hot Searches and sent out an Internet Water Army to attack Wen Qiao's side. Countless unbearable comments flooded in.
The public opinion was instantly unified,'since you're sick, don't come out and harm society'.
Wen Qiao knew that there was no way for her to resist a capital on her own.
She felt how insignificant her strength was.
At that time, Fu Nanli had just returned to his office after a flight to Munich and wasn't holding an umbrella. His uniform was stained with water, and he was about to wipe it with a tissue when he saw an unknown number on the screen. He answered the call in a deep voice, " "Yes."
Hello, Mr. Fu. I'm lu Youyou, Wen Qiao's good friend, sorry to disturb you.
"Is there something?"
"Please, you have to help Qiao Qiao."