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"Dean Song, you really don’t rember?"

She was practically shouting, her trembling finger pointing at the dicine box. "That day, you told to go deliver so equipnt and just shoved the dicine into my hands!"

"You said... the health clinic is in poor condition and couldn’t afford it, so you asked to help take it to them as... as a kind of subsidy."

She spoke with such sincerity that her eyes even welled up with tears.

"You also said that going through the official channels was too much trouble and would force them to pay, so you told to handle it quietly..."

"I honestly didn’t think much of it at the ti. I figured you were just being kind and I didn’t want to cause any delays. I also thought if I could save so trouble, I should, since it’s all for the sake of our work... Who could have known... that things would turn out like this..."

As she spoke, she secretly glanced at the faces of the people around her.

Sure enough, the expressions on many people’s faces had already changed.

"Ms. Yang was just trying to help out of the kindness of her heart. How did she end up in trouble?"

"That’s right. The dicine is in her hands right now. Dean Song has to give so kind of explanation."

"We can’t just let an honest person get the short end of the stick, right?"

"Besides, if there really is a misunderstanding, it should be investigated properly. We can’t just listen to one side of the story."

At that mont, Qi Yuanyuan shuffled forward half a step and sighed pretentiously.

"Sigh, Ms. Yang was just acting out of goodwill. She’s a kind soul who didn’t want everyone to run extra errands or spend more money..."

"Maybe Dean Song was just too busy and montarily forgot, or perhaps she has her own reasons."

"We can’t just judge by appearances. We have to be considerate of our leader’s difficulties."

Listening to everyone chattering, Lu i felt even more conflicted.

"Yang iling, I’m so sorry. I was too rash just now. I spoke without understanding the situation... Please don’t take what I said to heart."

Yang iling lowered her head without a word, just giving it a slight shake.

She looked so incredibly wronged it was enough to make one’s heart ache.

Watching from the side, Ya’er was so furious her palms were sweating in her clenched fists.

"Sister Lu i, don’t let her fool you! She’s just putting on an act! It’s all for show!"

"Just look at her! It’s obvious she has a guilty conscience! Crying on command like that—who would believe it?"

As she was being yelled at and pointed at, Yang iling’s eyes imdiately reddened.

She lifted the back of her hand to wipe her eyes and choked out, "I... I just wanted to help... I never thought... I never thought it would turn out like this..."

Her crying only made the surrounding crowd feel even more sorry for her.

"Oh dear, the poor girl is crying so hard. She must have been wronged."

"Dean Song is usually so fair. Why is she being so cold-faced about this?"

"Could there really be more to this story?"

Song Qingya had remained silent the whole ti, coldly observing the drama unfold.

"Yang iling."

"You say I told you to take the dicine to the clinic?"

Yang iling nodded quickly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Song Qingya nodded, as if she believed her.

"Fine. Then explain it clearly."

"When? Where? And how did I give you the dicine?"

"Was anyone else there at the ti?"

"What did I say when I handed you the dicine? Repeat it for , word for word."

"And what was I wearing that day? How was my hair done? Tell that, too."

She fired off one question after another.

The wronged expression on Yang iling’s face froze instantly.

She opened her mouth but no sound ca out. Her hands hung uselessly at her sides, completely at a loss.

At a ti like this, tears could no longer win her any sympathy. They only made her look even more guilty.

’How was she supposed to invent all those details out of thin air?’

Hiding at the back of the crowd, Qi Yuanyuan clutched the hem of her clothes tightly.

She kept her head down, trying to shrink into the spaces between people.

She knew that every word from Yang iling’s mouth was pushing her one step deeper into the abyss.

And at this mont, all she could do was pray.

Song Qingya’s gaze swept lightly over the crowd.

But it landed on Qi Yuanyuan’s face, in a corner of the crowd.

In that instant, Song Qingya caught the slight contraction of her pupils and the unnatural twitch at the corner of her eye.

It was an unmistakable flicker of panic.

Yang iling took a deep breath, trying to steel her nerves.

She knew she had no way out; she could only bite the bullet and continue.

Now, she was just taking what had really happened and secretly substituting Song Qingya as the person who had said and done those things.

"You went to the warehouse to inspect old equipnt..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"You called over to a corner. That area... not many people usually go there, so it’s pretty secluded..."

She tried to describe the scene in greater detail to make her lie seem more believable.

But the more detailed she beca, the more her conscience pricked at her.

"Then... you secretly slipped the dicine and whispered for not to make a fuss. You said to just hand it directly to the clinic and not tell anyone else..."

As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced down at her own hands.

"You also said... that going through official channels was too much trouble, that the departnt would have to bear the cost, and you didn’t want everyone to have to chip in... so you told to handle it privately..."

She did her best to make her tone sound natural.

But her eyes kept darting away, not daring to et Song Qingya’s gaze.

They would occasionally flicker elsewhere before she hastily pulled them back.

"Is that right?"

Song Qingya finally spoke.

"Then why don’t you tell what I was wearing that day?"

Yang iling’s heart tightened. She answered almost by reflex, "Huh? You were wearing... a white coat..."

"Oh?"

Song Qingya raised an eyebrow slightly, a glint of coldness in her eyes.

"And underneath? What was I wearing?"

Yang iling froze, her mind going completely blank.

"Underneath..."

She stamred, her lips trembling and her eyes darting about frantically.

’But she hadn’t even seen Song Qingya go to the warehouse yesterday!’

’Qi Yuanyuan hadn’t ntioned any of these details!’

’How could she possibly know what she was wearing underneath?!’

Cold sweat trickled down her temples.

She could only make a wild guess based on a vague impression.

"Underneath... I think it was sothing blue..."

"Blue?"

Song Qingya’s brow furrowed. Her tone remained calm, but it now carried an oppressive weight.

"What style? A blouse? Long-sleeved or short-sleeved? People wear blue in the sumr; it wasn’t necessarily long-sleeved, was it?"

Her questions ca one after another, like a series of snares.

"I... I don’t rember clearly..."

A fine sheen of cold sweat had broken out on Yang iling’s forehead, and her palms were damp.

Ya’er had been standing aside, watching with a cold expression.

But now, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she’d seen a spark in the darkness.

She imdiately seized the fleeting opportunity and spoke without hesitation.

"You don’t rember clearly? Dean Song never even went to the warehouse yesterday!"

"She was in her third-floor office handling docunts all day! We have security footage to prove it! And several nurses saw her coming and going!"

She paused, her tone growing even more severe.

"Besides, she was wearing a light green blouse with a pair of cream-colored trousers, not blue! You can’t even get the color right, yet you still dare to claim she handed you the dicine herself?"

"Your lie is just too full of holes!"

Ya’er grew more and more agitated as she spoke, her emotions spiraling as she relentlessly pressed her.

"Explain yourself! Where did this dicine really co from? Tell us! Why were you hoarding the hospital’s life-saving drugs? Do you know that’s illegal?"

"Did you take it from the warehouse when Sister Lu i wasn’t looking? You’ve had your eye on that batch of specialty drugs for a while, haven’t you?"

"No! I really didn’t steal anything! I swear I never even touched the warehouse door!"

Yang iling was forced back step by step until her back hit the cold wall.

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