It only took half an hour for the media gathered outside the hospital to push the situation to a climax.
Qiao Zhiyi sat in her office, locking the door and turning off her cell phone.
Every passing minute was torturous, the comments growing nastier and more malicious.
The only consolation was that her personal information hadn't implicated her brother and mother. Even with the scrutiny on Shi Jingzhou, they'd found nothing.
All the arrows were pointed at her, leaving her with fewer things to worry about.
Someone knocked on the door, calling out, "Doctor Qiao, open the door. Don't do anything rash, let's open the door and figure this out together."
Qiao Zhiyi took a deep breath; she wasn't hiding, she just wanted some peace, lest her agitation cause further issues for the hospital.
She opened the door, and Feng Yu stood there staring at her, while the other doctors were comforting Qiao Zhiyi.