"Stop, doctor, you don't have to explain this to me. I'm just a secretary and I have no right to ask anything. Thank you."
Wen Qiao understood that this secretary was just a shield.
The school always treated them perfunctorily, no matter how many times she came, no matter whether she came with a certificate or with Wen Chi's psychologist.
The results are the same.
"Then please take my words to your principal."
Doctor Chen was still arguing, and the secretary looked disdainful, "We can't let all the other students in the school live in fear just for one student."
"I emphasize again, Wen Chi, he won't hurt anyone."
"No? Wen Chi has a history of many fights in school. Do you need me to find a witness? I heard he gets angry easily."
"That was before. Since I took over his treatment, he has almost recovered."
The secretary smiled coldly: "Sorry, there is a one percent chance, no, there is a one in ten thousand chance, we must strictly prevent it."
Wen Qiao gritted his teeth and said, "Have you ever understood why Gong Lin hurt others? He was under long-term pressure. If those people hadn't provoked him, he wouldn't have hurt anyone. Wen Chi is almost fully recovered. Even the doctor has proven that he is not aggressive. What else do you want?"
The secretary just gave Wen Qiao a cold look and said, "Our principle is to take the mentally ill home and not bring them out to harm society."
"When Gong Lin hurt people, it was Wen Chi who helped your school control Gong Lin regardless of the danger. Is this how you treat him?"
The secretary said impatiently: "Let's put it this way. Anyway, he is a mental patient. The school will not take any risks. Please go back, both of you."
Even a highly educated social elite like Chen Yanfei was so angry that she kicked the door. "You are really unworthy of being educators."
Wen Qiao whispered to Lu Youyou: "Record a video."
Lu Youyou understood that Wen Qiao was probably going to do something, so she immediately took out her cell phone and started secretly recording a video.
Wen Qiao stepped forward and said calmly, "I heard that you became the secretary of the principal of No. 9 Middle School because of your connections."
The secretary's face suddenly darkened and she asked sternly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I also heard that your son went to college through illegal means."
The secretary's eyes were full of anger: "What are you crazy about?"
"Isn't it? I also heard that your husband cheated on you..."
The secretary suddenly raised her hand and was about to slap Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao grabbed the secretary's wrist and said, "I just said a few rumors I heard. Are you going to hit me, Ms. Secretary? Do you have a mental illness? Can't stand provocation? If you stay in No. 9 Middle School, will you be a threat to the students in the school?"
The secretary gritted her teeth: "I won't mess with you."
"Are you being unreasonable? I am just stating the facts."
"You can leave now. If you don't leave, I will call security."
The three of them were kicked out of the school by the school security, looking quite embarrassed.
Wen Qiao posted the video and Wen Chi's diagnosis on Weibo, without revealing his name. He also wrote a long Weibo post, clearly explaining the cause and effect of the incident.
There are many different opinions online.
But the majority still support it.
Most people think that "since an authoritative psychologist's report has been issued to prove that the student is not aggressive, his right to study should not be deprived."
However, is public opinion support useful
It didn't work.
No. 9 Middle School spent money to reduce the popularity of the search and sent out Internet troops to attack Wen Qiao's side. Countless unbearable remarks flooded in.
The trend was so intense that public opinion instantly reached a consensus: "If you are sick, don't come out and harm society."
Wen Qiao knew that she alone could not resist the capital.
She felt how insignificant her own power was.
Fu Nanli had just finished flying to Munich. He had just returned to his office without an umbrella. There were water stains on his uniform. He was about to wipe it with a tissue when he saw a call from an unfamiliar number on the screen. The voice was deep and answered: "Yes."
"Hello Mr. Fu, sorry to bother you, I'm Lu Youyou, Wen Qiao's good friend."
"What's up?"
"Please help Qiao Qiao."
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