Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

"Stop, the doctor doesn't need to talk to me anymore. I'm just a secretary and 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, whether she came with a certificate or a Wen Chi psychiatrist.

The results are the same.

"Then please bring my words to your principal."

Dr. Chen was still arguing, and the secretary looked contemptuous, "We can't let all the other students in the school live in fear for one student."

"I emphasize again, Wen Chi, he will not hurt anyone."

"No? Wen Chi has a lot of fight records in school. Do you need me to find witnesses? I heard that he is very irritable."

"That was before. Since taking over the treatment, his condition has almost recovered."

The secretary smiled coldly: "Sorry, it's 1 in 100, no, it's 1 in 10,000. We must strictly avoid it."

Wen Qiao gritted his teeth and said, "Have you ever heard from your school about why Gong Lin hurt others? He was under long-term pressure. If those people hadn't taken the initiative to provoke him and stimulate him, he wouldn't have hurt anyone at all. As for Wen Chi, he has already He is almost cured, and even the doctor has proven that he is not aggressive, what else do you want?"

The secretary just rolled his eyes at Wen Qiao indifferently: "Our goal is that if you are mentally ill, please take them home and don't bring them out to cause harm to society."

"When Gong Lin hurt people, Wen Chi helped your school control Gong Lin regardless of the danger. Is this how you treat him?"

The secretary was impatient: "One code equals another. In short, he is a mental patient. The school will not take risks. Please come back."

Even highly educated social elites like Chen Yanfei were so angry that they kicked the door down and said, "You are really unworthy of being educators."

Wen Qiao whispered to Lu Youyou: "Record a video."

Lu Youyou understood Wen Qiao was probably going to do something, and immediately took out his cell phone, secretly started shooting a video.

Wen Qiao took a step forward and said calmly: "I heard that you became the secretary to the principal of No. 9 Middle School through connections."

The secretary lady's face suddenly darkened and she said sternly: "What are you talking about?"

"I also heard that your son also took an unfair path to college."

The secretary's eyes were filled with fire: "Why are you so crazy?"

"Isn't it? I also heard that your husband cheated on you..."

The secretary suddenly raised his hand and was about to slap Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao grabbed the secretary's wrist and said, "I just said a few words about the rumors I heard. Are you going to slap me, Madam Secretary? Do you also have mental problems?" Illness? Can’t stand the excitement? Will your stay in this No. 9 Middle School also pose a threat to the students in the school?”

The secretary gritted his teeth: "I won't mess around with you."

"Are you being arrogant? I'm just discussing the matter."

"You can leave. If you don't leave, I'll call security."

The three of them were kicked out of the school by the school's security guards, looking quite embarrassed.

Wen Qiao posted the video and Wen Chi's medical certificate on Weibo without disclosing his name. He also wrote a long Weibo post, clearly explaining the ins and outs of the incident.

There are different opinions online.

But the majority still support it.

Most people feel that ‘since they have issued an authoritative psychologist’s report confirming that the student is not aggressive, they should not be deprived of their right to study’.

However, is the support of public opinion useful?

It didn't work.

Ninth Middle School spent money to lower the trending searches and sent out trolls to attack Wen Qiao's side. Countless unsavory comments poured in.

With the rhythm brought to the sky, public opinion instantly unified, "Since you are sick, don't come out to harm society."

Wen Qiao knew that she alone could not resist a capital.

She felt the insignificance of her own power.

Fu Nanli had just finished flying to Munich. He had just returned to his office. He did not hold an umbrella, and there were water stains on his uniform. He was about to wipe it with a tissue when he saw an incoming call from an unknown number displayed on the screen. He answered in a deep voice: "Um."

"Hello Mr. Fu, I take the liberty to disturb you. I am Lu Youyou, Wen Qiao's good friend."

"What's up?"

"Please help Qiaoqiao."

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