Zhou Yanchen tossed and turned in a chaotic sleep and woke up slowly halfway.
He consciously picked up the phone beside him, and the moment the screen lit up, a series of messages popped up, making his originally hazy eyes sharp in an instant.
Then, he sat up in shock, his back straightened, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
It is said that when one opens Weibo, one sees a flood of revelations, including that Wang Yaowen, director of surgery at Union Hospital, accepted bribes, used his power to profit secretly in drug procurement, surgery scheduling and many other aspects, and even had an improper relationship with a female doctor in the department.
Wang Yaowen abused his power to arbitrarily delete hospital surveillance and case records, and the story of Shen Qingli being framed by her colleagues was revealed one by one.
The article is rich in pictures and texts, and every word and sentence is like a heavy bomb. Once it was released, it quickly set off a shock wave in the Internet world. The popularity rose exponentially. The comments section was full of criticisms and anger and condemnation from netizens.
Zhou Yanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint light flashed in his narrow eyes. The first thing that came to his mind was Shen Qingli's face. He thought to himself: "This must be Shen Qingli asking Jiang Yubai for help."
As soon as the thought came to my mind, an indescribable feeling of depression and anger suddenly surged into my heart, as if I was being deliberately ignored and bypassed.
He raised his arm, the plane drew an arc in the air, and with a dull "pop" sound, it fell into the corner beside the bed.
Gritting his teeth, he uttered, "Shen Qingli, you actually went to find someone who has nothing to do with you, and didn't even come to me."
The words Shen Qingli once said seemed to echo in his ears: "Zhou Yanchen, is there any relationship between us? It's even stranger than strangers!"
The alienation and determination in that tone were like a sharp ice stick, piercing Zhou Yanchen's heart, as if he could still feel it clearly now.
Outside the window, the inky night spread wantonly, tightly wrapping the entire city in its arms, and everything was silent.
Inside the house, Zhou Yanchen looked at the trending searches on Weibo and completely lost his sleepiness. He suddenly became so awake that he was a little dazed.
Those Weibo updates were like dense thorns that pierced his heart and made his thoughts a mess.
He could have done it.
He didn't even have to go to great lengths to get the truth out.
It's that he didn't do anything.
After sitting there for a while, he mechanically opened the quilt and put his feet on the ground. The ground was not cool, but his heart was chilled.
He walked towards the sofa in the living room with heavy steps. His figure seemed a little lonely in the dimness, like a solitary figure lost in the vast night.
A box of cigarettes lay quietly on the coffee table next to the sofa, becoming the only "conspicuous" comfort in the darkness.
Zhou Yanchen slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips stroked the rough surface of the cigarette box. After a slight pause, he pulled out a cigarette. The lighter made a crisp "click" sound, and a flame popped out.
In an instant, the spark ignited, and the orange-red light spread in the darkness, illuminating his taut profile. His eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the semi-darkness, making him look even deeper and more unfathomable.
He exhaled slowly, and circles of white mist rose and dispersed, blurring his vision, as if to sweep away all the disturbing sorrow.
However, the inextricable sorrow between his brows was still locked stubbornly, as if engraved deeply into his flesh, becoming more and more noticeable as the smoke rose and fell.
In the darkness, Shen Qingli's name echoed in his mind uncontrollably, "Shen Qingli, why do you affect my mood so much?"
At the same time, Jiang Yubai has been sitting in front of the computer without moving since he entered the room.
He stood tall and straight, with a focused expression, his dark eyes fixed on the screen, and his fingers occasionally clicked the mouse to scroll the pages, closely following the developments of online public opinion.
Watching the popularity rising all the way, the criticism spreading like a surging tide, his thin lips slightly raised, outlining a barely perceptible arc, and he sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, using the Internet is a very effective trick."
He knew that this blow had hit the vital point, and the power of public opinion would turn into invisible shackles, firmly trapping those who hid in the dark and had evil deeds.
At three o'clock in the morning, the dean was still deep in sleep when the sudden ringing of the phone sounded like a sharp alarm, instantly piercing the silence.
The dean was half asleep. He fumbled on the bedside table for a long time before he found the phone. With a little impatience for being woken up, he put the phone to his ear and said "Hello" in a hoarse voice.
An anxious, trembling voice came from the other end of the phone: "Director, it's bad. Something has happened in the hospital. It's been revealed online that the director of surgery, Wang Yaowen, accepted bribes. It's all negative news. Now the public opinion can no longer be suppressed!"
The dean's originally confused mind suddenly became clear. He unconsciously clenched his gun, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his voice became higher: "How could this happen? Call a meeting of the leadership members of the hospital immediately, and do everything possible to control public opinion and not let the situation deteriorate!"
After saying this, he hung up the phone, hurriedly got up, dressed, and prepared to go to the hospital.
The dean rushed to the hospital and looked around but didn't see Wang Yaowen. He immediately shouted, "Call Wang Yaowen and ask him to come over right away."
"Yes." After receiving the order, the dean's secretary quickly got up and went outside to call Wang Yaowen.
Inside the club's private room, Wang Yaowen's mobile phone screen flickered irregularly. Message notifications came in waves like dense raindrops. The screen lit up and went out, and went out and lit up again.
After struggling several times in the darkness, the blinding lights finally became exhausted and completely quiet.
The private room fell silent again, with only Wang Yaowen's groaning remaining.
At this time, a waiter in a neat uniform pushed the door open quietly and frowned slightly when he saw Wang Yaowen lying drunk on the sofa.
Out of responsibility, he quickly walked to the sofa, stretched out his hand and gently pushed Wang Yaowen's shoulder, his tone polite and proper: "Sir, please wake up."
The voice suddenly rang out in the quiet room, but Wang Yaowen pretended not to hear it. He just shrunk his head into the back of the sofa and said impatiently, "Get lost, don't bother me."
After saying this, he turned over, covered his eyes with his arms, and continued to sleep soundly, completely blocking out the disturbances from the outside world.
The waiter shook his head helplessly and was about to leave to call his colleagues for help, but the mobile phone on the sofa that had just stopped ringing started ringing again, and the sharp ringtone instantly broke the silence.
The waiter hesitated for a moment, then walked over, picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, cleared his throat, and asked politely, "Hello, who is this?"
On the other end of the phone, the dean's secretary was originally full of anxiety, thinking about contacting Wang Yaowen as soon as possible, but he did not expect a strange voice to come from the receiver, asking quickly: "Who are you? Where is Wang Yaowen?"
Secretary Pingli has been dealing with various complicated official duties with the dean, and has always acted calmly and properly. But at this moment, the matter is of great importance, and the revelations on the Internet have been like a raging fire, burning the hospital.
Wang Yaowen, the "instigator" had lost contact, which made him extremely anxious.
The waiter was a little confused by this series of questions. He glanced at Wang Yaowen who was still snoring on the sofa and answered truthfully: "I am a waiter at the Dark Night Club. Mr. Wang is drunk and he won't wake up no matter how much I call him."
Upon hearing this, the secretary took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, quickly said "got it", hung up the phone, and hurried back to the dean's meeting room.
In the conference room, the dean was staring at the disgusting revelations on the computer screen with a frown on his face. His knuckles turned white from the force, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his face was full of gloom.
The secretary leaned forward, lowered her voice, and whispered into the dean's ear everything she had just learned over the phone.
The director's suppressed anger suddenly erupted like a volcano. He slammed the table and roared throughout the conference room: "Go and bring him back to me! The hospital is about to be overturned by him, and he is still getting drunk in the club!"
The secretary nodded in response, knowing that time was running out, and turned around and walked out the door quickly, calling everyone together to go to the club to arrest them.
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