The small garden was right outside the cafeteria, and her loud voice drew everyone eating inside out.
Xu Qingrong saw it was Jiang Nuan and imdiately frowned, "What happened?"
Gu Yuehu, who knew she disliked Jiang Nuan, pointed at Jiang Nuan to complain, "Huang Ying and I were just walking and chatting by the roadside, and she ca over and slapped twice without a word. I want her to apologize."
Zhang Yan didn’t believe that Jiang Nuan was unreasonable like she claid, so he frowned and walked over, "You can’t just say anything, you have to have a reason. If you were just walking on the road, why would Doctor Jiang hit you? There has to be a reason."
Gu Yuehu covered her face, leaned forward for everyone to see the slap marks on her face, and pitifully said, "How would I know why she slapped ? Why she slapped , only she knows. Why are you asking ? The slap marks are still on my face; could I falsely accuse her?"
Indeed, there were two bright red slap marks on her face, one on each side, making her look both pitiful and ridiculous.
Zhang Yan was at a loss for words and walked over to Jiang Nuan, quietly asking, "Doctor Jiang, what’s going on? Did you really hit her?"
Jiang Nuan nodded, "I did."
"This..."
Zhang Yan was stunned, unsure what to say.
However, Xu Qingrong understood, a slight smirk forming at her lips. She stepped forward to stand up for Gu Yuehu, "Doctor Jiang, isn’t it ti you explained why you inexplicably hit soone?"
"Exactly, how could you hit soone like that?"
The doctors and nurses who flattered her stood on her side, collectively confronting Jiang Nuan.
Jiang Nuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Gu Yuehu, who was hiding pitifully behind the crowd, then threw her yogurt into the trash can and returned, saying, "What explanation do you want?"
Xu Qingrong: "What’s with your attitude? You hit soone and think you’re justified!"
"Maybe Doctor Jiang thinks she’s a doctor from the provincial hospital, and we’re just nurses, so it’s fine to hit us," Gu Yuehu intentionally said while feigning pitifully.
Everyone’s eyebrows flared with anger, especially among the nurses, each harboring a simring rage inside.
Is it because they’re just nurses that they’re lower class?
Do they have to be inexplicably beaten?
When did such a regulation erge in the new century!
Seeing the situation deteriorating, Zhang Yan felt a thump in his heart, hesitated for a mont, then secretly turned his back to take out his phone, sending a text to the number marked as Director Fu.
[Director Fu, sothing’s wrong. Doctor Jiang is in an argunt with soone on the first-floor cafeteria, co quick!]
After sending the ssage, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and looked up to see a group led by Xu Qingrong approaching Jiang Nuan, insisting on an explanation.
The girl, wearing a white lab coat, looked indifferent, coldly surveyed the crowd, then fixed her gaze on Gu Yuehu, parroting: "Maybe daughters from small families have thick skin... No matter how excellent Director Fu is, he’s still a man with common faults—a ’chicken’ sent to the door is a waste not to eat... Director Fu’s family would never agree to let a woman like that in. If Director Fu is to marry, it should be with a rich, beautiful woman like Doctor Xu!"
"These words are yours, aren’t they?"
With each line Jiang Nuan said, Gu Yuehu’s expression faltered a bit more. Alard, she raised her head, biting her lip, and instinctively denied, "Don’t make things up; I never said those things! You say I did, but do you have any proof? Who heard?"
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