Saturday morning at eight o'clock, Binhai University Affiliated Hospital, Lin Jie's office.
Sweeping his gaze over the bruised and battered faces of Song Licheng, Zeng Yang, and others, Lin Jie snorted coldly, angered, "You all are quite capable, aren't you? Fighting with classmates you see every day, very impressive!"
"Teacher, it's not our fault. They provoked us first, and they were the ones who started it."
Yan Beichen, whose left cheek bore three claw marks, argued indignantly, "After the graduation thesis defense, we were just gathering for a meal in a pleasant atmosphere."
"But midway, after Professor Chen left, they started sneering and deliberately picking fights."
Ma Hongmin, whose left eye was bruised, concurred, "Teacher, we had almost finished eating, but they intentionally ordered very expensive dishes and wine..."
"Not only that, but they also made snide remarks, saying that following you, we earned quite a lot, so we wouldn't mind spending on this treat."
