When the dean's secretary and several colleagues hurried into this somewhat luxurious private room of the club, Wang Yaowen was still sprawled out on the sofa, snoring loudly.
Secretary Chen's face darkened, he took a few steps forward, raised his hand and patted Wang Yaowen's shoulder several times, but Wang Yaowen did not respond and continued to sleep soundly.
Seeing this, Secretary Chen frowned, turned around, picked up a glass of water from the table beside him, and splashed it on Wang Yaowen's face without hesitation.
Water splashed everywhere. Wang Yaowen was startled instantly. He jumped up from the sofa as if he had been electrocuted. His eyes were wide open and he shouted angrily, "Who, who dares to splash my water!"
It looked as if his reverse scale had been thoroughly touched, his face full of ferocity and surprise.
"I." Secretary Chen raised his chin slightly and opened his thin lips. His voice was so cold that it seemed to condense into ice and chilled to the bone.
Wang Yaowen looked up at the voice, his sleepy eyes full of displeasure and confusion. When he saw that the person standing in front of him was the dean's secretary, he immediately put on a flattering smile, "Secretary Chen, why are you here?"
Secretary Chen snorted coldly, and the disdain that flowed from his nose was not concealed, and he stabbed Wang Yaowen directly: "Director Wang, you are really patient. You are so angry, and you can still be so carefree!"
"The hospital is in chaos right now because of you!"
Wang Yaowen looked confused, with doubts in his eyes, "Secretary Chen, what happened?"
Secretary Chen caught a glimpse of the phone thrown on the corner of the sofa, stretched out his long arm, picked up the phone, raised his hand and threw it towards Wang Yaowen, with an impatient look: "You can open Weibo and see for yourself!
"The dean and all the hospital leaders are waiting for you to return to the hospital. You should think about how to clean up the mess!"
Wang Yaowen hurriedly caught the phone and opened Weibo with trembling fingertips. All he saw were his own recordings and videos. The content was explosive, and all his private words were exposed.
In an instant, his face turned pale, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he explained with stammering lips: "Secretary Chen, this... this is not true, it's all a misunderstanding, someone must have deliberately set me up!"
His words were full of urgency, and his eyes were filled with panic and unwillingness.
Secretary Chen was unmoved, his face was full of anger, like a fire about to erupt: "Misunderstanding? If you have anything to say, you can explain it to the dean. Now, hurry back to the hospital with me."
After saying this, Secretary Chen turned around and walked out.
Just as they walked to the door and were about to leave, the waiter who had been waiting by the side with a timid face quickly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Sir, you can't leave yet, your bill is not settled yet."
Although the sound was light, it hit Wang Yaowen's heart like a hammer.
"What?" Wang Yaowen's eyes widened in surprise, as if he had heard a trance.
Secretary Chen glared at him fiercely, his tone impatient but also somewhat helpless: "We'll wait for you outside, hurry up, settle the bill and get out as soon as possible."
Wang Yaowen's brows were knitted into a knot, and he looked unhappy. He gritted his teeth and asked the waiter, "How much?"
"Sir, your total spending is 87,600 yuan." The waiter bowed his head and reported the number respectfully.
"What? So many?" Wang Yaowen raised his voice, his face full of disbelief, his hands clenched into fists, his fingertips turning white from use.
"Yes, sir, the details are here, you can take a look." The waiter handed over the bill, still politely.
Wang Yaowen was filled with rage, as if a ferocious beast was charging at him from the chest, wishing to tear everything in front of him into pieces.
But in this situation, even though he was filled with resentment and anger, he had to suppress it, and reluctantly took out his wallet and swiped his card to pay.
After settling the bill, Wang Yaowen walked out of the club, looked up at the gloomy sky, clenched his teeth, and squeezed out a few words: "Mr. Jiang, I'm not done with you on this account!"
Secretary Chen hurried back to the hospital with Wang Yaowen, who looked solemn.
The lights in the corridor were dim, illuminating the two people's different expressions.
Secretary Chen looked straight ahead with a stern expression, while Wang Yaowen was filled with trepidation and his steps were unsteady, like a prisoner about to be executed.
Arriving at the door of the conference room, Secretary Chen did not hesitate at all, and pushed open the heavy door.
A creaking sound broke the originally solemn silence in the room. Everyone's conversation came to an abrupt halt, and several eyes turned towards the door.
Secretary Chen bowed slightly, tapped his chin towards the dean, and gave him a meaningful look.
The dean understood what he meant, his face darkened, and he shouted in a low voice: "Wang Yaowen, get out of here!"
The angry voice hurt Wang Yaowen's eardrums and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Along the way, Wang Yaowen's thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. He frantically thought about how to deal with the situation, but his mind was full of tangled threads that he couldn't sort out.
At this moment, he took a deep breath, tried to calm his mind, pretended to be calm, and walked into the conference room, squeezing a flattering smile on his face, "Dean, hello, leaders."
But his messy hair, wrinkled clothes, and the dishevelled appearance from when the wig on his head fell off revealed his embarrassment.
Wang Yaowen moved tremblingly in front of the dean, his legs went weak and he almost stumbled.
Before the dean could ask, his eyes turned red and he started to wail with a bitter face: "Dean, those things posted online are all fake!"
"I was framed by you. This is a deliberate smear campaign to destroy me!"
His words were full of grievance and resentment, as if he was the most innocent victim in this turmoil.
"Framed?" The dean raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "Tell me, who is so capable that he could have framed you to this extent?"
An idea suddenly came to Wang Yaowen's mind, and the three words "Shen Qingli" came out of his mouth.
He unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes with both hands and said in a decisive tone: "Director, it's Shen Qingli from our department! She was suspended from her job before, and she holds a grudge against me and has been waiting for an opportunity to take revenge."
"So all this negative information must have been fabricated by her to deliberately frame me!"
The dean's face became increasingly gloomy, and he snorted coldly, "Wang Yaowen, I made it very clear at the beginning. Let Dr. Shen go back and rest for a few days, and you will take the lead in investigating this matter thoroughly."
"How did you investigate? You deleted the surveillance, colluded with another female doctor in the department, and came here to frame Dr. Shen. You are really good!"
Wang Yaowen's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his temples, and a large area of his clothes on the back was soaked.
His eyes widened, his face filled with horror, and he denied it flatly: "Dean, you are really wronging me! I don't have the guts to do such illegal things, sir!"
The dean looked at his flustered appearance and suddenly sneered. That sneer was like ice, piercing straight into Wang Yaowen's heart:
"You don't dare to do it? I think you are very brave! You have used all your cleverness in the wrong way!"
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