Chapter 161
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 161: Young master Fu, you have to help her
Translator: 549690339
stop. Doctor, you donât have to explain to me. Iâm just a Secretary. I have no right to ask anything. Thank you.
Wen Qiao understood that the Secretary was just a shield.
The school had a perfunctory attitude towards them, no matter how many times they came, no matter if she came with a certificate or with Wen Chiâs psychiatrist.
The result would be the same.
âThen please pass my words to your principal.â
Doctor Chen was still trying to reason with her. The Secretary looked at her with disdain. we canât let all the other students live in fear just for one student.
Iâll emphasize it again. Wen Chi will not hurt anyone.
âYou wonât? Wen Chi has quite a few fighting records in school, do you need me to find a witness? I heard that heâs easily angered.â
that was in the past. Ever since he took over the treatment, his condition has almost recovered.
The Secretary sneered. Iâm sorry. Thereâs a one percent chance. No, thereâs a one in ten thousand chance. We have to put an end to all of this.
Wen Qiao gritted her teeth and said,âdoes your school know why student Gong Lin injured someone?â If it wasnât for those people who took the initiative to provoke and agitate him, he wouldnât have hurt anyone at all. As for Wen Chi, heâs almost fully recovered and even the doctor has proven that heâs not aggressive. What else do you want?â
The Secretary merely rolled her eyes at Wen Qiao coldly. our aim is to bring mental patients home and not bring them out to harm society.
back then, when Gong Lin injured someone, it was Wen Chi who helped your school to control Gong Lin despite the danger. Is this how you treat him? â
The Secretary was impatient. thatâs a different matter. In any case, heâs a mental patient. The school will not take the risk. Please go back.
Even Chen Yanfei, who was a highly educated social elite, kicked the door in anger. you guys are really useless educators.
âRecord a video,â Wen Qiao said to Lu Youyou in a low voice.
Lu Youyou understood what Wen Qiao was about to do. She immediately took out her phone and started to take a video secretly.
Wen Qiao took a step forward and said in a deep voice,âI heard that you became the Secretary of the principal of ninth high school through connections.â &Nbsp;
The Secretaryâs face suddenly sank and she said sternly, â âWhat nonsense are you spouting?â
âI also heard that your son went to college through illegal means.â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â the Secretaryâs eyes were spitting fire.
âIsnât it? I also heard that your husband cheated on Yingluo!â
The Secretary suddenly raised her hand and was about to give Wen Qiao a slap when Wen Qiao grabbed his wrist. âI just said a few rumors I heard, and the Secretary wants to hit me? Do you also have a mental illness? Canât stand the provocation? If you stay here, Wonât You Be a threat to the students?â
âIâm not going to argue with you,â the Secretary said through gritted teeth.
âAre you pestering me? Iâm just stating the facts.â
âYou guys can leave now. If you donât, Iâll call security.â
The three of them were thrown out of the school by the schoolâs security guards, looking quite embarrassed.
Wen Qiao uploaded the video and Wen Chiâs diagnosis on Weibo without revealing his name. She then wrote a long Weibo post that clearly explained the cause and effect of the incident.
There were different opinions on the internet.
However, the majority still supported him.
Most people felt that since the school had already produced a professional psychologistâs report and confirmed that the student was not aggressive, they should not deprive her of her right to study.
However, was the support of public opinion useful?
It was useless.
Nine middle school spent money to reduce the number of Hot Searches and sent out an Internet Water Army to attack Wen Qiaoâs side. Countless unbearable s flooded in.
The public opinion was instantly unified,âsince youâre sick, donât come out and harm societyâ.
Wen Qiao knew that there was no way for her to resist a capital on her own.
She felt how insignificant her strength was.
At that time, Fu Nanli had just returned to his office after a flight to Munich and wasnât holding an umbrella. His uniform was stained with water, and he was about to wipe it with a tissue when he saw an unknown number on the screen. He answered the call in a deep voice, â âYes.â
Hello, Mr. Fu. Iâm lu Youyou, Wen Qiaoâs good friend, sorry to disturb you.
âIs there something?â
âPlease, you have to help Qiao Qiao.â