Chapter 132: 0129 Freedom and Justice

Weifeng? Come to my office." The editor-in-chief's words were short; after saying that, he hung up the phone.

Weifeng was even more delighted; this was clearly going to be a face-to-face commendation of himself.

Walking with light steps, Weifeng grew lighter and lighter, as if the god of fortune had opened his arms, full of goodwill toward him.

The path to the blue clouds,

right before his eyes,

lift his foot,

step up,

like a fish leaping over the dragon gate,

all the way to the heavens!

As for those bones buried below,

who would care?!

"Dang dang dang~~~" Upon arriving at the editor-in-chief's office door, he composed himself and knocked.

"Please come in." The editor-in-chief's clear voice came out.

Just a little girl, relying on her family's power to climb above me. Weifeng felt contempt in his heart, but his face showed no trace of negative emotion; he pushed the door open with a standard smile.

A woman in her late twenties, with short hair, sharp and capable, sat behind the desk, holding a printed manuscript and reading it.

She is the editor-in-chief of the news department, named Tangxiu.

"Weifeng, your article is very good." Editor-in-chief Tang said lightly.

The smile on Weifeng's face grew a bit stronger, but he consciously kept it within bounds, not becoming overjoyed.

"I'm just an intern reporter, a newcomer, thanks to your guidance." Weifeng reluctantly placed the leader first, but his tone gave no hint of reluctance.

"But this article's impact is too great; let's just drop it." Editor-in-chief Tang set down the manuscript, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and said indifferently.

What?

What!

What...

Editor-in-chief Tang's words struck like a thunderclap in Weifeng's ears, his ears buzzing.

A black curtain! There must be a black curtain!

Weifeng instantly became angry!

This damn thing must be a black curtain; surely someone went to that hateful woman and told her to suppress my article!

Weifeng's heart suddenly raced; in an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

"Go back, keep striving; I have high hopes for you." Editor-in-chief Tang said without a trace of worldly air.

Weifeng didn't move; he was so angry he had lost his rationality.

Such a good manuscript; I spent my meager wages to find an informant. With a lead, to ensure the article's thorough accuracy, I even went in the middle of the night to that creepy City First Hospital, dealing with people reeking of smoke and alcohol.

After doing all this, what was I doing it for?

Wasn't it to write an article that would shock everyone?

You say it can't be published; on what grounds!

Weifeng quickly calmed down, sorted his emotions, suppressed his inner anger, and said: "Editor-in-chief Tang, may I ask what the reason is?"

"The impact is too great, and the manuscript's content is not solid. Once published, it will bring lots of trouble to the newspaper."

"As a free and just news worker, I act according to my conscience." Weifeng declared loudly, full of righteousness, almost moving himself.

"I know this article will offend many, but I don't care what resistance or pressure I face, even if it's personal threats, even if..."

"Enough!" Editor-in-chief Tang lifted his head, coldly staring at Weifeng, and asked: "Are you sure everything you said is true?"

"I am sure!" Weifeng's aura showed no weakness.

At this moment, even if Mount Tai were to press down, he would still persevere. He even had the thought of resigning with the press release, going to a certain large media group in the south, and using this press release as a letter of recommendation.

Such manuscripts are the favorite type of a certain large newspaper in the south.

Editor-in-chief Tang picked up his phone, as if sending a WeChat message.

Weifeng grew even angrier; in his view, this was a clear sign of wanting to give it the cold shoulder.

Editor-in-chief Tang's subtext was—this matter ends here; the newspaper has endured great pressure, so the article should not be published.

"Settle things peacefully!" No wonder it's just a small newspaper in a remote city; Weifeng sneered.

"Editor-in-chief Tang, I know your predicament." Weifeng decided to fight to the bitter end.

That article was simply superb; so good that I'm certain, given the right platform, it would surely brighten my career path.

If I don't fight for it now, I fear I'll regret it for life.

Weifeng has seen the "big world"; he doesn't want to spend his life stuck in Hai Cheng, raising a family and aging until death.

"If the newspaper suffers undue pressure because of my article, I offer my sincere apologies." Weifeng said coldly: "But the copyright of this article belongs to me; I intend to take it where it belongs, and will absolutely not let society's these ugly..."

As he spoke, his phone rang once.

"This isn't a university lecture; saying these words, no one will listen. Please be quiet for a moment, and look at the photos first." Editor-in-chief Tang stared coldly at Weifeng, his eyes like knives.

Weifeng staggered for a moment; photos? Could it be that when I paid the informant, I was photographed? Or when I received the medical disturbance fees, I was photographed?

A chill rose up his back; he opened his phone.

The first photo shows family members of patients at the City First Hospital gate holding up a banner high with their hands. Countless people gathered around, discussing.

The second photo, a different person holding the banner, with a closer angle, the densely embroidered characters on the banner can be seen clearly.

They... Weifeng felt a chill in his heart.

He hoped there would be no third photo; he prayed in his heart. But as the photos swiped left, an image from a dark corner appeared before his eyes.

The person in the picture was none other than him and the tattooed man Dahungya.

The tattooed man Dahungya held a stack of bright red bills in his hand and shoved them into Wei Feng's hand.

Seeing Wei Feng stunned on the spot, Editor-in-chief Tang grabbed that stack of press releases and flung it at him, hitting him squarely in the face.

"You aren't trying to quit and leave, are you? Get lost, take your manuscript and get out!"

"Damn it, embarrassing—taking money and staying silent, yet leaving evidence!"

"I actually wanted to put out a decent piece of news despite all the pressure. You actually took money! And you still have the nerve to talk to me about journalistic fairness and freedom!"

"You wanted to take them where they should go, didn't you? Get out, now! Immediately! Right away! Their destination is the trash can—go and throw yourself in there with them!"

"Scum!"

"Seeing the sharp and capable Editor-in-chief Tang become angry, a string of insults burst out uncontrollably."

"Wei Feng stood amidst the press releases fluttering like snowflakes, his face ashen."

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City First Hospital, Jizhenbingfang.

Zheng Ren was reading a book, Chang Yue was writing medical records, and Su Yun sat behind Zheng Ren fiddling with her phone.

For the tetanus-infected patient, Zheng Ren would make a round every half hour on average.

With the administration of tetanus antitoxin, the patient's symptoms showed no noticeable improvement, but also no deterioration.

As long as there is no progression, it proves the drug is working—that's a good thing.

Another half hour passed, Zheng Ren stood up again, preparing to make his rounds.

"Chief Zheng, aren't you wearing a mask?" Su Yun asked, following behind Zheng Ren.

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