"Fortunately, Dr. Jiang is the personal disciple of this acupuncture master. Otherwise, for Yuanyuan's sake, wouldn't I only be able to pretend to be deaf to Wu Yang's actions?"

"For Yuanyuan's sake, I was still hesitating whether to reveal this matter. Who would have thought that Wu Yang was very sinister to provoke the relationship between Yuanyuan and Dr. Jiang!"

"How hateful!"

Minister Chen slapped the table with all his might and aggressiveness.

"Doctor Jiang?" "Is that Dr. Jiang Manyao?" The dean was slightly stunned as a ray of light flashed through his mind, "Is that Dr. Jiang Manyao?"

"Naturally!"

How was that possible? He was also an elder who had watched Jiang Manyao grow up. He had never known when she had learned acupuncture. How could she have turned into an acupuncture master's personal disciple!

The dean wanted to refute, but before he could say anything, he suddenly understood what this meant.

It wasn't Wu Yang who plagiarized it, but this Jiang Manyao who Minister Chen regarded as an authentic sect!

She's confused! The dean felt sad in his heart, wishing he could personally call Jiang Manyao over and beat her up.

Minister Chen saw the Director's expression change, but he didn't say anything. He couldn't help but frown and ask, "Why aren't you speaking? But you plan to protect Wu Yang?"

The dean regained his senses and smiled bitterly. "Minister Chen, don't worry. There should be some misunderstandings. I know Wu Yang. I know that she is not someone who can plagiarize other people's achievements."

"Misunderstanding? This is human evidence and material evidence. How could there be a misunderstanding!" Minister Chen narrowed his eyes. "Or do you know the inside story?"

Regardless of what Minister Chen asked, the Principal only bit him to death as a misunderstanding and tried to change Wu Yang's appearance in the eyes of the other party.

After being entangled for a long time, Minister Chen stood up impatiently with a dark expression.

"I will keep investigating this matter to the end. Since you insist on protecting Wu Yang, then you must be careful that you won't be able to protect the Late Festival!"

The principal seemed to be running in the water of Coptis chinensis, causing him to sigh bitterly.

…

"Principal?"

"Wu Yang." The dean shouted, but he didn't know what to say next, so he could only remain silent.

"Does the dean want to ask me about my progress in clarifying the rumors? I'm--"

"It's not for this." The principal gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you still remember the acupuncture treatment you set for Chen Yuanyuan?"

"I remember, but Yuanyuan is no longer under my care. If you want to know the effects of acupuncture, I'm afraid you need to ask Jiang Manyao."

"It's not for this." The principal opened and closed his mouth, and after a long time, he squeezed out a voice, "Have you … have you told anyone about the acupoints of acupuncture and moxibustion therapy and the points that need to be paid attention to?"

"I told Miss Jiang." Thinking of Jiang Manting and Jiang Manyao's completely different temperaments, Wu Yang shook his head and sighed, "Miss Jiang and her sister are really different."

The dean thought the same before, but now … he could only laugh dryly.

"Minister Chen showed me a few photographs just now. It's early or late, but the main character used the same acupuncture technique you used before …"

"Do you suspect that I'm plagiarizing?" Wu Yang's expression turned ugly.

'"Of course not. I know it was Jiang Manyao and the others who fought back, but …" The dean took off his glasses and looked at the blurry front. "But because of my identity, I can't directly tell Director Chen the truth. He still intends to make this matter big."

The clues quickly connected in his mind, and a story that had been raked upside down appeared so clearly.

Wu Yang clicked his tongue and felt calm.

"If he wants to make a big fuss, then make a big fuss. At least I can do it properly and sit upright."

"But he has evidence in his hands, and he is an official. If you can't get rid of the suspicion, you won't be able to walk far in the future." The dean was afraid that Wu Yang would do nothing and lose everything in the end, so he hurriedly emphasized.

"He has material evidence? What material evidence?"

"A few photos, some old ones that have already turned yellow and faded, and some new ones from recent times. They are very realistic."

"I see. Thank you for telling me this. Otherwise, I might have been convicted without knowing."

The principal could tell that Wu Yang was sincere, but this was the reason why he felt that he couldn't face Wu Yang.

"You're a good child." "Jiang Manyao was a good child before, but I don't know what happened, but she slowly walked the wrong way and didn't listen to anyone's advice …" the dean said in a low tone.

"Maybe she's a natural born villain."

The dean was stunned for a moment and hung up with a bitter smile.

…

"Make old photos." Wu Yang gently tapped his chin, while his other hand swiftly tapped on the keyboard.

Just as she had some ideas, the high ringing of her cell phone shocked her mind.

"Who?"

"It's me." Wen Zhan said softly, "You don't need to worry about what's happening on the Internet. I will clarify."

His fingers repeatedly tapped on the same spot and deleted it bit by bit. Wu Yang's expression was calm, "… Alright."

"Also, those people came for me earlier. You don't need to worry."

"Yes."

"The doctor said that although the injuries on my body are still hindering me, I will recover in another two days."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wu Yang frowned, "Do you think you're Superman? That kind of injury requires at least ten days and a half months in bed!"

Wen Zhan smiled and asked softly, "Are you concerned about me?"

"…"

Without hearing Wu Yang's reply, a trace of disappointment flashed through Wen Zhan's eyes.

"If you get bullied, let me know. I will support you."

"I don't want your support." Wu Yang muttered in a soft voice.

"But I think that you are the person I put on the top of my heart. I want to do everything I can to support you for a long time."

When he was in love in college, Wen Zhan always liked to say such things. At that time, Wu Yang always blushed and nodded, looking at him with admiration.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he was unable to accept the damage from Wen Zhan.

Wu Yang was absent-minded for a while, then deliberately sneered and retorted, "I'm not some Tu Sihua who can only rely on others to live."

"You're the best."

"Don't talk like that." Wu Yang took his phone away and tugged at his earlobe. "I'm not a three-year-old child. I need you to coax me," he said.

Wen Zhan smiled, "I hope you can become three years old and stick to me every day."

Wu Yang bit his lips and abruptly changed the topic, "Is that your friend?"

"Who?"

"The person who helped me get the data out of the broken phone."

"Yes, what do you need from him?"

"I have a problem right now. I want to ask him if he can help me solve it."

"Can't I?" Wen Zhan's heart was so sour that he couldn't help but stare at Jin Dongli.

Jin Wei:? What happened here? Why are you glaring at me? Am I not even qualified to stand here?