In the chairman's office.
"Here's the medical certificate from the hospital," Ethan slammed a copy of the medical record on the table. "A student from your school named Kyle attacked me, a patient who's nearly on his deathbed."
His voice rose, filled with righteous indignation, "Is there no justice left? No law?"
The chairman's face turned ashen, his eyes signaling the school doctor to check the document.
Kyle, his head wrapped in gauze and his face flushed a deep red, pointed to his head, "You're full of it! You attacked me! Hit me on the head with an iron rod!"
"Why don't you just say I hit you with a giant hammer," Ethan scoffed, walking towards Kyle.
Kyle had been shouting fiercely, but seeing Ethan approach, he clenched his fists, his face contorted with anger.