Soon after, in the dean's office, the atmosphere was oppressive. Fang Weiwei stood in front of the desk with her head down, feeling uneasy.
"Dad..." she called out tentatively.
Dean Fang remained silent, his face still tense, as he slowly reached out and picked up a plain white teacup from the table.
Fang Weiwei raised her eyes slightly and secretly glanced at her father's expression. However, before she could see clearly, the next second, she saw the white object, accompanied by a strong wind, flying rapidly towards her.
She stared wide-eyed in terror, trying to dodge, but it was too late. With a loud crash, the white teacup slammed into her arm and shattered on the ground, sending shards flying.
Fang Weiwei felt a sharp pain in her arm, but dared not complain.
"Don't call me Dad! Do you know you almost killed me!" Dean Fang's eyes widened in anger, and veins bulged on his forehead.
"Dad, I... I just said a few words offhand, I didn't do anything else at all. How could I have imagined that he had such poor mental resilience?" Fang Weiwei lowered her head and whispered her defense.
"What did you say?! You still think you only said two sentences? Do you still think you did nothing wrong?" Dean Fang suddenly stood up and slammed his hands heavily on the table.
"I……"
Fang Weiwei was about to retort, but when she met Dean Fang's gaze, she swallowed her words back.
Dean Fang was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He grabbed the phone on the table and threw it hard at Fang Weiwei. "Take a good look at this! Look at what those netizens have said about our hospital!"
Fang Weiwei was a little confused. She slowly reached out and shakily picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground.
"I advise you to only do what you are capable of, and not to always take on too much work. Everyone has their own destiny. Whether you are a little radish or a little potato, when your time comes, you will leave. The King of Hell doesn't care whether you are one year old or a hundred years old. There is no distinction between young and old on the road to the underworld!"
A video suddenly played on my phone, showing the corridor of the inpatient department. It was clearly a candid shot, and what came out of the video was her extremely cold "eloquent speech".
Fang Weiwei felt a buzzing in her head, and her hand trembled as if she had been electrocuted, causing her phone to fall to the ground with a thud.
Her eyes widened in horror. "Dad, this...this must be someone deliberately trying to harm me, trying to harm our hospital!"
With a "smack," Fang Weiwei instantly felt a burning sensation on her face.
Dean Fang withdrew his hand. "You scoundrel! Just tell me, did you say those words? If you didn't say them, how could someone frame you?"
Fang Weiwei covered her face with her hands, and tears streamed down her face.
"Lecturing someone? Looks like I've come at the wrong time!" As the door was gently pushed open, Lu Yanting walked in.
The man's cold face was expressionless, his deep eyes like cold stars as he silently surveyed the scene inside the room.
The hospital director turned around at the sound and saw Lu Yanting. A bitter smile instantly appeared on his face. "Yanting, what do we do now? The netizens' anger is rising rapidly. Our hospital is about to be drowned in a sea of criticism!"
As the dean spoke, he walked to the window, gently pulled back a corner of the curtain, and looked out the window.
A large crowd had gathered downstairs, their emotions nearly out of control. They were waving their arms, holding banners high, and shouting for an explanation from the hospital.
Lu Yanting walked over slowly with an indifferent expression, stretched out his long legs, and sat down elegantly on the sofa. He leaned back slightly, exuding an aura of nonchalance yet complete control.
The man parted his thin lips slightly, "What can we do? Whoever caused the trouble should clean it up!"
He paused, then looked at Fang Weiwei, "Hand her over!"
Fang Weiwei's eyes, which were already brimming with tears, turned to horror as she looked at Dean Fang after hearing those words. "No! Dad, if you hand me over, my career will be ruined. What will I do then?"
Dean Fang looked troubled, glancing at Lu Yanting with a pleading look in his eyes: "Yanting, is there...is there any other way? Let's discuss it again?"
Lu Yanting remained noncommittal, his slender fingers pulling a cigarette from the pack and skillfully lighting it with a lighter. The pale blue flame danced before his eyes, reflecting his cold and stern face.
He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, and then spoke unhurriedly: "Dean Fang, I think you should know very well that spoiling a child is like killing a child. The reason she was able to cause such a huge mess today and do such an outrageous thing is ultimately because you have been indulging her without any principles. If you don't let her receive some punishment she deserves today, who knows what other trouble she might cause in the future."
Dean Fang's face flushed red and then paled, and he lowered his head in shame.
Lu Yanting leaned closer to him, "Tell me, how many more times can your official hat withstand her torment?"
Dean Fang looked up abruptly and immediately felt the air around him thin.
Lu Yanting gently exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze fixed on Dean Fang through the smoke, and continued, "Besides, as you know, with the internet so developed now, it's only a matter of time before netizens find her since they were able to find our hospital."
Instead of waiting for netizens to storm into our door and accuse us, we should take the initiative and openly admit our mistakes. That might salvage some of our damaged reputation.
Dean Fang slowly raised his head. He naturally knew that Lu Yanting was right, but Fang Weiwei was, after all, his daughter, and he was indeed reluctant to let her go.
He dragged his heavy steps to the window again, his gaze fixed on the crowded scene below, where many reporters, microphones in hand and looking anxious, were waiting for their chance to strike.
He sighed heavily, then turned to Fang Weiwei, who was huddled in the corner with tears streaming down her face. "Get ready, let's do the interview! Yan Ting is right. If we wait for the other side to make the first move and then get beaten up, it's better for us to take the initiative and admit it. Maybe we'll still have a chance."
Fang Weiwei looked incredulous, her voice tinged with resentment: "Couldn't you have found someone to replace me? That video didn't even capture my face. Maybe... there's still room for maneuver."
Dean Fang was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged. He raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.
He roared, "Do you think everyone's a fool? These days, netizens aren't so easily fooled! Besides, how can you be sure that this is the only video circulating online? The hospital ward is a large place with people coming and going. What if someone else filmed your face? If you rashly find someone to take your place, when new videos are released, everyone will accuse our hospital of protecting the culprit, and the hospital's reputation will be completely ruined!"
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