Wendy had stayed in the hospital for a period of time because of an illness when she was a kid.

Conor and Dolly were very busy, so it was the doctors in white gown who accompanied her during that painful time.

She decided to become a doctor when she grew up, right after being discharged from the hospital. Just like those doctors who cured her, she would also treat every patient warmly, cure them and help them all the way to their moment of discharge from the hospital happily.

She had a falling out with Dolly just to be true to her wish, then left the place where she had lived since childhood and studied overseas as an exchange student.

She finally put on a white gown after five years of med school studies. She was about to graduate and was qualified to be a regular doctor...

However, the president had just told her that the hospital was going to fire her, and the school was also going to expel her from school?

If she had really made an inexcusable mistake, she was willing to bear such serious consequences.

But she didn't. It was Blake who had framed her. The money was obviously in Blake's hands.

She forced herself to calm down, then she looked directly into the president's eyes and requested, "President, I can prove my innocence. Please give me a chance."

"..." The president didn't speak, and looked at Wendy with embarrassment.

She was unwilling to compromise, adding, "President, I wouldn't have been tempted even if it were 20,000, let alone 2,000. I have no reason to ruin my reputation and future for the sake of 2,000."

"I know," the president finally agreed. "But now, the clamoring crowd demanding your expulsion is very loud on the Internet. It concerns the reputation of the hospital. I have to deal with it as soon as possible."

"Give me one more day," Wendy said, "before getting off work today, if I can't prove that I am innocent, I'm willing to accept the punishment from both the hospital and the school."

At this time, Dr. Torres pushed the door open and went straight to the president's desk, saying, "President, I promise with my reputation that Wendy would have never done that kind of thing. Give her one more day. Don't strangle such a medical talent."

The president hesitated for a while, but finally agreed. He emphasized, "Remember, you only have one day."

Wendy didn't want to waste time. She turned around and ran out of the president's office.

Dr. Torres chased after her and asked, "How can you prove that you were framed?"

Wendy thought about it, and calmly said, "The last straw that breaks the camel's back is the extra money amounting to 2,000 in my account. The key is that I didn't deposit that sum of money at all. Finding out who deposited that sum of money into my account should be helpful to improve the situation somewhat."

Dr. Torres pondered for two seconds. "Want me to go with you?"

Wendy was stunned and shook her head with a smile. "No, I can do it by myself."

"But..."

Dr. Torres looked at the slender Wendy; he couldn't imagine how such a girl as her would deal with those things.

"No 'buts'." Wendy smiled lightly. "Patients need you more than I, especially Mr. Lin."

"Are you still worrying about Mr. Lin?" Dr. Torres looked at Wendy in surprise. "You wouldn't be in such a plight if it weren't for his daughter."

"He's just the patient, taking his family matters aside," Wendy said helplessly, "Dr. Oliver said that as doctors we should try to make a difference between the patients and their family members, no matter how troublesome they may be."

Dr. Torres couldn't help laughing. "If you need help, contact me at any time."

Wendy nodded. She returned to the office, then took the car keys and went straight to the bank.

She took a number and the note read,"There are still 17 people before you."

Wendy thought that she didn't have much time to waste on waiting, but she couldn't cut in line. What could she do?

Coincidentally, Connell called her just then.

The young master was more direct than anyone else. He asked straight off, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes," Wendy said hesitantly, "I am in XX bank. I want to investigate the source of the deposit the day before yesterday, but there are too many people waiting ahead of me."

"Well, I'm the business partner of that bank." Young Master Wesley didn't take it seriously and asked with a casual tone, "Which branch are you in?"

"The branch in Huaxia Road."

"Got it," Connell said, "I'll call the manager right away."

In less than two minutes after Wendy hung up the phone, a girl in bank uniform walked to the waiting area and asked, "Who is Miss Moore?"

Wendy raised her hand and answered, "It's me."

"Hello, Miss Moore." The staff politely made an ushering gesture and said, "I'll lead you to our manager's office."

Wendy had no time to exchange pleasantries with the manager; she directly told him her purpose.

The manager nodded and replied, "This can be investigated. Please show me your ID and bank card."

After the verification, the manager swiped the bank card to make an investigation. Then he wrote down the address on a note and handed it to Wendy. "At ten o'clock the night before yesterday, you made a deposit of 2,000 to an ATM with your card. We can't confirm whether you operated it personally. You need to go to the branch according to the address."

"Thank you."

Wendy took the note and walked out of the bank. She got in the car, located the address and went to the other branch.

She explained the purpose of her visit to the lobby manager. The latter looked at her and said meaningfully, "Oh, you're the intern hotly discussed on the Internet, aren't you?"

Wendy's eyes were instantly covered with frost, and she looked directly into the manager's eyes. "What do you want to say? Which intern am I?"

No matter which intern Wendy was, she had entered the bank as a client. At the moment, the look in the eyes of this client made the lobby manager wary.

The lobby manager coughed and looked at Wendy with disdain. "You don't have the right to order us to play the surveillance video."

"Why?" Wendy suppressed the anger in her heart and tried to calmly say, "Two thousand dollars was deposited in my account for no reason. Can't I find out the source?"

"For no reason?" The manager sneered and looked at Wendy meaningfully.

Wendy's face became clouded. "I'm requesting to watch the surveillance video. You only need to answer yes or no. If you continue to beat around the bush, your name will soon be on the wall of complaints."

The lobby manager rolled his eyes at Wendy and said, "You're not allowed to watch our surveillance video. Who do you think you are!"

"Oh..." Wendy coldly asked, "Why?"

"Because not everyone is allowed to watch our surveillance videos," the lobby manager looked elsewhere and replied arrogantly, "It may concerns the privacy of our clients. We don't know what your purpose is. How could it be possible for us to play it for you?"

According to the lobby manager's attitude, it was impossible for her to make such a tough request.

Wendy had to calm down and ask, "How can I watch the video?"

The lobby manager snorted and said, "Go and report the case to the police station, then bring the police here, or you can get the police certificate. Then we can show you the video."

At this time, the bank manager came out of the office in a hurry and walked to meet Wendy. "Are you Miss Moore?"

Wendy replied with a "hmm" and thought that there was a turning point, but the bank manager just said, "Mr. Qin made a phone call just now. I'm really sorry that I didn't serve you in time. But Lin is right. If you want to watch the surveillance video, you really need to make the police come here. So, could you please go to the police station?"

"Lin?" Wendy looked at the lobby manager, and there was a faint suspicion in her heart. "Sir, what is the full name of this lobby manager?"

"Lin Zhiqiu." The bank manager asked in confusion, "Miss Moore, why do you ask this?"

"Lin Zhiqiu? You have something to do with Blake, don't you?" She took a step towards the lobby manager and said slowly, "Maybe you know how the money was deposited into my account. However, you'd better have nothing to do with this matter, otherwise, you'll receive more than a mere complaint."

After that, Wendy stepped out of the bank.

The bank manager stared at Lin Zhiqiu and asked, "What did Miss Moore mean just now?"

Lin Zhiqiu replied evasively, "I... I don't know what she's talking about."

"You'd better wish that's true," the manager said angrily, "Do you know why I came out? The young master of Clark Enterprises called personally. The girl is not as lonely as she seems!"

Lin Zhiqiu understood the manager's meaning-Wendy had the Clark Enterprises as her backer at least.

He vaguely felt a little uneasy...

Outside, Wendy got in the car searched the address of the city police station; she then set up the navigation and directly drove forward.

Unfortunately, it was lunch break, so Wendy could only sit in the waiting area.

"You're Joanne's cousin, right?" Captain Turner passed by and happened to see Wendy. He went over and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wendy thought for a moment and remembered that she had seen this person at the party when Aiden and Romy were one month old. Joanne also introduced him to her. He was the captain of the vice squad with whom she had worked, and he was surnamed Yan.

"Captain Turner." Wendy stood up. "I'm here to deal with something. Well, to report something... to the police."

"Wait a moment," Captain Turner said, "I'll call a colleague to help you deal with it."

Wendy was extremely grateful, but after listening to her story, the police station said that this matter couldn't be processed immediately.

"Why?" Wendy couldn't help saying in a somewhat altered tone, "The money was inexplicably deposited to my account. I was framed, and I'm going to be expelled from the hospital and the school. Why can't this be processed?"

"Calm down. We can help you investigate it," said the police station. "However, your matter cannot be considered as a "case," and it should be dealt with in order. So, you need to wait."

There was less than half a day left for Wendy. Clutching the last glimmer of hope she asked, "How long do I have to wait?"

"One or two days, maybe three," the police station said, "and you should first fill in the form we'll give you later. We'll contact you if there's any progress."

She couldn't wait for a half day, let alone a whole day.

But those were the rules. There was no difference between her problem and the others' being taken care of. She had no right to ask the police to deal with her case first.

Wendy left the police station after filling in the form. She felt that the autumn wind was a little cooler; not even the sun could dispel the chill.

She had to hold herself in the cold wind and get some warmth from her own arms...