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Chapter 15 Hot Searches That Shouldn't Be on Hot Searches
Zhou Yixu watched Zheng Ziyue drink up all the ginger soup, and only then did he show satisfaction in his eyes.

A large cup of ginger soup entered his stomach down his throat, with a burst of hot warmth, driving away the coldness that enveloped him.

Zheng Ziyue raised her head and carefully looked at Zhou Yixu, only to see that his eyes had returned to the familiar clarity.

With a red face, she lowered her head, and her two index fingers intertwined anxiously.

It seemed that she had been frightened just now.

Noticing the girl's small movements, Zhou Yixu took the cup, went out and filled another cup of hot water and came back.

"Take the medicine and go to sleep, and you'll be fine when you wake up."

Qingrun's voice was deliberately lowered a bit, compared to the fierceness just now, every word was full of gentleness.

Then he reached out and took out two white pills from the white coat, and brought them to Zheng Ziyue.

"I'm bothering Dr. Zhou again."

After thanking in a low voice, Zheng Ziyue squeezed the pill in his hand.

His hands were as cold as his own fingers.

Zhou Yixu's palms itched, as if he had been gently scratched by a cat.

Under the effect of ginger soup and medicine, Zheng Ziyue only felt warm all over, and just wanted to sleep.

"Medical expenses, I will pay you back..."

With a murmur, he fell asleep.

Zhou Yixu sat next to him, looking at the girl who fell asleep again without any defense against him.

He knew very well in his heart that he was a little out of control just now.

For the past five years, he has been able to control his emotions very well, and even passed the various tests before the internship.

Until half a month ago, after meeting Zheng Ziyue at the Academy of Fine Arts and recognizing her as Dr. Zhou Jiahui's daughter.

This person whom he had read in the newspaper for five years suddenly came into his life, which made him curious, and he couldn't help but want to pay attention and get closer.

Seeing how stubborn she was on the exam with a sprained foot, the hatred sealed in her heart broke out uncontrollably, wanting to punish her.

Seeing her rushing back and forth in the cafeteria without a proper lunch, she would be unhappy for no reason.

Including just now, she was sick and disobedient, and it was definitely not a simple scare.

With calm eyes, he took Zheng Ziyue's hand for a long time.

It's just such a soft and cold little hand that just slid across my palm and itched directly to my heart.

After staring at the girl's thin white fingertips for a long time, he put the girl's finger on her phone and unlocked it.

He picked up his mobile phone and scanned it, and left quietly.

……

When Zheng Ziyue woke up, it was already past five in the afternoon, and Zhou Yixu was no longer in the room.

In addition to being a little tired all over the body, his head has regained consciousness, not as groggy as it was in the morning.

She smacked her lips, feeling the spicy taste of ginger soup lingering between her lips and teeth, but Zhou Yixu's fleeting but terrifying expression and that cold voice emerged in Zheng Ziyue's mind.

Thinking about the look in his eyes at that time, there was anger, hatred... Why did he have such emotions?

Even if I don't want to drink ginger soup, it's not enough, right?
The phone vibrated suddenly, disrupting her thoughts.

Swiping open the screen, I saw the messages in the small group of the Propaganda Section quickly swiping one after another.

"Did something big happen?"

Click in curiously.

[Lin Qianqian]: Yesterday, a photo of Dr. Wu Yuelong, a neurosurgery doctor in our hospital, drinking glucose at the door of the operating room was photographed and posted on his blog, where he was scolded and became a trending search.

Lin Qianqian's message was followed by a screenshot of a blog.

Zheng Ziyue quickly clicked on the big picture. The picture was sent by a netizen with the ID [Luo Luo Bu Fang], but the copywriting was very cold.

Did you pay for this bottle of glucose?Can the doctor just drink it?
Zheng Ziyue suddenly thought of the scene she saw on the stairs yesterday afternoon.

At that time, the doctor was obviously too tired to straighten his back. He was fighting on the front line against death. It was fine if no one understood him, and he was scolded on the hot search?
Quickly opened the blog, and a topic of #这系glucose who pays the bill# suddenly appeared on the homepage, Zheng Ziyue shook her hands, and felt a chill spread from the bottom of her heart.

This is far more uncomfortable for her than a cold and fever in the morning.

Click on that blog, and the comments below are more shocking than the next.

"Glucose is not expensive, but it costs six or seven yuan a bottle. Have you given me the money?"

"Yeah, when I saw the photo, I was also thinking, should this cost be included in the patient's surgery fee?"

"I just want to know, who pays for this bottle of glucose?"

"It is recommended that the hospital disclose the details, otherwise who would dare to go to the hospital in the future!"

"No wonder I lost thousands of dollars when I went to the hospital. I dare to give glucose to the people in the first hospital..."

Zheng Ziyue's fingertips were cold and she didn't want to slide down any further. Netizens' comments were like sharp arrows, and every word hurt her heart.

In the WeChat group, Lin Xixi was still giving orders.

[Lin Qianqian]: Qi Qi, prepare a press release immediately, stating that the cost of glucose is borne by the department.

[Qi Qi]: Received.

[Lin Qianqian]: Also apply to the finance department for details in advance, and print out the list and stamp it with the official seal.

[Lin Qianqian]: Xiaoyi, Rongrong, pay more attention to the direction of public opinion. I am waiting for Dr. Wu to learn about yesterday's specific situation with him.

[Yang Yi]: Received!

[Li Rongrong]: Received!

I hurried back to the Publicity Section, everyone was busy with their duties for this hot search that shouldn't be on the hot search.

Seeing that she couldn't help for the time being, Zheng Ziyue had no choice but to open the blog again.

I found that not only the hot searched content, but even my own blog had become the target of netizens venting, and a lot of private messages poured in.

"Little Crescent, I saw the cartoon you posted on the official account of the People's Hospital. You are also an employee of the People's Hospital, right? Don't you have any inside information you want to reveal to us?"

"Yueya, Yueya, what do you think?"

"Hospitals are really the most black-hearted. They only have money in their eyes. How can they save lives and heal the wounded? tui! Destroy them!"

"Yueya, don't you want to express your opinion? Let me state first, I really like your paintings, but I hope you will be fair in this matter and don't be crooked!"

"I seem to have seen that Dr. Wu. His home is on Kangyi Road. He used to go to Kangyi Kindergarten to pick up his son from school."

I saw that netizens not only pinpointed the Shangyang People's Hospital in the hot search picture, but even revealed the kindergarten where Dr. Wu Yuelong's home and his son were studying.

Zheng Ziyue's eyes trembled with horror, and the hands holding the phone couldn't stop shaking.

Although separated from the screen with these people, they were stripped clean, which made people shudder.

The dazzling trending headlines quickly attracted the attention of people across the country, and the number of Zheng Ziyue's blog fans also fluctuated violently.

Some people cancel after cursing, and the dirty words are unsightly.

Some people came to pay attention to her instead, wanting to see what she had to say.

The hot searches continued to ferment, and in the blink of an eye, Little Crescent Moon's fans also went from [-] to [-].

Zheng Ziyue didn't feel the joy of gaining fans at all, but was full of sadness and indignation. Looking at hundreds of private messages, her eyes were red.

Dr. Wu's extremely exhausted and stooped appearance is still lingering in his mind.

He does not eat or drink and overdraws his physical strength in exchange for the health of the patient. He is distressed and encourages him to say no, and he understands and considers the collective absence.

The hot search incident has fermented until now, and there is not even a single person who speaks up for Dr. Wu.

Not only did the blog fall, but the official account of the People's Hospital also suffered.

It's not that no one has raised questions of justice, but the wave of curses is higher than the wave, as if it was premeditated, it set off a huge wave on the Internet, covering up all opposing voices, leaving only one-sided criticism on the Internet.

Several people in the publicity department tried to defend Dr. Wu on Weibo, but they were instantly drowned out by scolding.

Holding her forehead with one hand, Zheng Ziyue thought about what she should do.

In her understanding, cyberbullying is just a word that appears in the mouths of news and netizens, a heavy word.

Only now did she understand what the word meant.

In the evening, the official blog of Shangyang People's Hospital issued a statement that Dr. Wu's cost of drinking the bottle of glucose was borne by the department.

But the rhythmic people still haven't calmed down, and even many colleagues dare not stand up and speak rashly.

After finishing a wave of public responses, everyone in the publicity department packed up their things and prepared to leave work with a heavy face. The financial details can only be provided tomorrow, and there is nothing they can do today.

Qi Qi glanced at Zheng Ziyue who had disappeared all afternoon, her eyes were full of displeasure.

"Isn't it a big V? I don't see anyone at the critical moment, and I don't see you speaking out for Dr. Wu. What else will you do besides borrowing others' good looks to give yourself money?"

　This is a real thing, the reality is worse than the novel, pay tribute to the angel in white!Hot search events are also a dark line, can you guess the key words of the dark line?
　　
　
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