Qiao Xi walked out of the dean's office and saw Dr. Yan and Shu Xue anxiously waiting there.
"Qiao Xi, how did it go? I've already explained to Dean Xu that your diagnosis was correct, and I've looked at the prescription myself." Dr. Yan, usually so serious, was now beside himself.
He looked at her full of guilt: "It's all my fault! I was deceived by a phone call! The video online must have been shot by Wang Dafu, they were targeting you."
A prescription unsigned might only warrant a fine.
But unlicensed practice with complications, the consequences were severe.
Qiao Xi managed a weak smile: "Dr. Yan, it's not about you, it's my lack of experience."
"I'll go clear things up online!" Dr. Yan said coldly.
"No need."
Qiao Xi grabbed his hand and said, "They only believe what they see, and we don't have any evidence. If you try to clarify, they'll just take their anger out on you."
The clinic at the hospital didn't have surveillance, and they had calculated this very point.
