Chapter 103
Slowly straighten your arms.
Shen Yizhi frowned slightly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his teeth clenched unconsciously.
The doctor instructed: "Try turning it."
It was as stiff as a rusty wire. No matter how hard I twisted it, the rust would bite me back, and the pain would eat into my bones bit by bit.
After completing a full circle, Shen Yizhi looked like he had been fished out of the water, sweating profusely, and his lower lip was bitten to the point of glaring blood.
"Alright," the doctor said. "Looking at the report, you've been injured before. Do you know the relevant rehabilitation exercises?"
Shen Yizhi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said lightly: "Yes."
The doctor handed her the report and said, "That's good. Do it every day from now on. For a year, you should be able to return to normal."
Shen Yizhi took it, his emotions still calm: "Okay, thank you, if nothing else, I'll leave first."
The doctor watched her stand up and couldn't help but say, "I heard you're a painter. If you still want to have a normal right hand, I suggest you change your career."
In fact, when she was injured abroad that year, the doctor there also said similar, even the same, words to her.
She survived then and she still can now.
What can't be killed only makes her stronger.
Shen Yizhi turned around, her face finally showing some emotion. She smiled and said, "Thank you. I don't plan to change it for the time being."
Until the person walks out of the clinic.
The doctor sighed as he looked at her back.
Young people are still arrogant.
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Just walked out of the hospital.
Shen Yizhi received a call from Cheng Zhuhan.
"Chen Yizhi, go check the trending searches on Weibo!"
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded panicked.
This left Shen Yizhi completely confused.
She paused for two seconds and did as she was told.
Open Weibo and the first trending search is:
#Rewi Alley accuses talented painter Ocean of plagiarism#
When you click on the entry, you will see a long string of text sent by Ai Li, which looks like a short essay.
@艾莉: [Dear fans and friends, good afternoon.
I thought about it for a long time and had a long ideological struggle with the comments on the Internet about my painting style being similar to Ms. Ocean's. I even suffered from insomnia and depression for many days.
Nowadays, the slanderous voices have caused serious interference to my life. In order to protect my personal rights, I think I must tell everyone the truth.
Ms. Ocean and I are classmates. She imitated my writing style, habits, and colors many times while we were in school. Later, she ignored my attempt to argue with her, which not only seriously violated the bottom line of the original author, but also went against human morality.
Today I am using public resources to put the facts before the public, not for anything else, but only hoping that Ms. Ocean will publicly apologize to me and stop writing forever.
Finally, I would like to thank my friends who have always supported me. I sincerely invite you to attend my first art exhibition. Thank you!
The comments below are all supportive.
1st floor: [Support Rewi Alley! Plagiarists, get off the planet!]
2nd Floor: [Aili, please take care to rest and sleep well. We will always support you!]
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6th Floor: [Speaking of which, this Ocean has never been revealed. Isn't anyone curious about what she looks like?]
7th Floor: [Replying to the above, I'm curious about what the plagiarist looks like. Can anyone find out? I'm asking online!]
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348th Floor: [Why do I remember that Ocean became famous at a young age? It's not certain who copied whom, right?]
349th Floor: [You are an Ocean fan, right? Do plagiarists still have fans these days? ]
350th Floor: [Can fans open a new entry? It's disgusting to talk about it here.]
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"Don't read those comments. They're just like the internet trolls she hired, a bunch of brainless haters." Cheng Zhuhan's angry voice came through the receiver.
Shen Yizhi flipped through a few more comments with an expressionless face, and said calmly: “It’s okay, it won’t affect me.”
Cheng Zhuhan: "Then what are you going to do about this?"
Shen Yizhi opened the car door and got in, “If I respond two days later, will it affect the progress of the exhibition?”
Cheng Zhuhan thought for a moment: "That won't happen, the question is how are you going to respond?"
The faint blue electronic light reflected on her bright and bold face.
Shen Yizhi curled his lips and said nonchalantly: "Fight head-on."
Since Ai Li wanted to use the Internet to make a big deal out of this, she couldn't let her good intentions go to waste.
The higher the attention, the better.
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At this time, Mingjing Bay.
"Boss Pei, I have sent you the complete information you asked me to provide regarding the cause of Miss Shen's wrist injury." Secretary Qin said to the other end of the phone.
The other party fell into deathly silence.
Pei Yanhe stopped at the homepage of the email and hesitated to open it.
He stared at the computer screen in a daze, his face pale.
It turns out that he was really injured.
It turns out there really is something he doesn't know.
He closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently, causing an old injury that had not yet fully recovered, and he coughed violently twice.
Secretary Qin finally heard some movement and asked anxiously, "Boss Pei, are you okay?"
Pei Yanhe said calmly: "It's okay."
He didn't even notice it during these days when he returned to China.
Her mind couldn't help but recall so many things, including her wrist being unable to lift any heavy objects, her refusal to accompany him in sketching, and her deliberate concealment of Jiang Chi Nan's help.
It turns out that everything... has a traceable path.
The air grew vaguely thinner.
He took a deep breath, feeling deeply remorseful and heartbroken.
Blame myself for not being careful enough.
He blamed himself for not even noticing her emotion.
He didn't dare to think, nor did he dare to guess how she had survived all those days and nights alone.
Countless emotions surged up like a tide.
It seeps into the newly scabbed wound and flows through the blood into every inch of the body.
Little by little, new scars are covered that can never heal.
He covered his chest with his hands, his fingertips clenched until they turned white and bloodless.
After finally mustering up the courage, he dragged the mouse, pressed it, and clicked.
There were two files in the mailbox, one of which was a complete record of Shen Yizhi's college years.
From records of winning awards in various competitions to records of school club life.
Every semester is filled with work, and it is not difficult to see that she lives a comfortable and fulfilling life.
Until the first semester of my first year of graduate school, that piece of record paper remained blank for the entire six months.
It's like he has disappeared from the face of the earth.
No trace.
There was only a line of words written in the note column at the bottom - "Wrist injury, suspended for rest."
Another document was a short surveillance video of the accident that caused the injuries.
Secretary Qin flew to London specifically for this video. He walked through streets big and small and asked nearby residents one after another before he found out that there was an unknown surveillance camera nearby.
The video is not long, only thirty seconds in total.
Pei Yanhe felt as if thirty hours had passed, as if a rusty knife was dully yet sharply grinding every nerve of his.
The blood in my body seemed to stagnate.
His breathing was completely disordered, but he spoke calmly: "Have you found the person? Was it intentional?"
"After all, it's been a while, so it'll take some time to find the person."
Secretary Qin suddenly asked, "Boss Pei, is Miss Shen's pen name Ocean?"
Pei Yanhe frowned and said "hmm".
Secretary Qin exclaimed: "Go check the trending searches! Miss Shen seems to be in trouble!"
Upon hearing this, Pei Yanhe opened his phone and clicked on the first trending search on Weibo.
He glanced casually at the long speech that had caused the dispute and asked directly.
"What's the trend of public opinion?"
Secretary Qin took a minute to understand everything and replied, "The trend is all in favor of Miss Ai Li now. She's been at the top of the trending search list for five hours now, and Miss Chen hasn't responded at all. Fans are very dissatisfied, and the trend is very high. If this continues, it will seem to be getting worse for her."
Pei Yanhe rubbed his brows, vaguely guessing something, "Let's go with the flow and make things even hotter."
Since she wanted to do it herself, he handed her the knife.
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