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Just when they were relieved that Jiang Zhiyu's health had improved, they were now dizzy from the shock of the new bomb.

As she looked at it, she suddenly remembered the unidentified medicine box she had found during a live stream in dormitory 310.

Recalling that medicine box, her breathing trembled slightly. She immediately swiped the screen to open social media, accidentally clicking on "GG" several times, which redirected her to a shopping app.

She quickly found a blog post she had previously published, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the share button.

[@GoodLuckJiangJiang: #JiangZhiyu# So this medicine really is his... //@GoodLuckJiangJiang: What kind of medicine is this? It looks similar to the one in Xu Xiaoyu's picture...]

Jiangzhiyu Square is bustling with activity right now, with newly posted posts instantly gaining five or six figures in views.

So, unlike the last time when no one paid attention to the post, this time, there were replies almost immediately.

Is this for real?

[I don't know why, but it seems very credible.]

[I compared them, and they really do look very similar, but they're probably not the same model.]

[There's this whole "rare and discontinued" stuff going on here? Xu Xiaoyu himself is probably nowhere to be found, yet he's being dragged into this.]

[I checked, and the one in the picture is the same psychotropic drug produced by the same pharmaceutical company as Xu Xiaoyu's. It's mainly used to relieve severe anxiety, insomnia, and as an adjunct treatment for mood swings and physiological reactions related to mental illness.]

[The program's official team cut out parts of the live replay! The editing is so obvious! Huge gaps in the transitions!]

However, I found some clips made by fans before, and this scene does indeed appear.

This sounds like a cover-up; it's practically a veiled attack.

[So, he's still relying on medication for treatment???]

It's highly likely.

Jiang Zhiyu is still unaware that his scar has been inadvertently exposed, and naturally, he is also unaware that even his commonly used medicine, which only appeared briefly on screen, has been thoroughly investigated.

At that moment, his hospital room door was pushed open.

Jiang Hong and Wei Shu quietly entered the ward, where they met Jiang Zhiyu's gaze as he looked up.

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback, then put the spoon back in the bowl and greeted them softly, "Dad, Mom."

Jiang Ming glanced at the bowl of porridge that wasn't much smaller, then at Jiang Zhiyu, who was only showing him the back of his head, before standing up and nodding to Jiang Hong and Wei Shu.

Wei Shu walked quickly to the bedside. Her usually capable and composed face showed some fatigue, and her eyes were filled with heartache. Her fingertips hovered in mid-air for a moment before finally landing on the edge of the blanket. She asked softly, "Are you still feeling unwell? Has the fever recurred?"

Jiang Zhiyu shook his head, his fingertips unconsciously picking at the texture of the bed sheet: "The fever has subsided, but I have no appetite."

Jiang Hong stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Zhiyu's forearm hidden in his sleeve. The fatigue from the long journey was completely replaced by worry.

The images of entertainment news handed to me by my assistant as the plane landed were still swirling in my mind, and the crisscrossing scars kept flashing before my eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily a few times, suppressing an endless bitterness, but in the end he asked nothing.

Jiang Ming noticed the worry in his parents' eyes, turned to the side, and quietly repeated the test results since their admission and the doctor's instructions on rest.

Upon hearing this, Wei Shu frowned and turned to look at Jiang Zhiyu: "I heard from your brother that you plan to be discharged in three days?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu glanced at Jiang Ming, who casually got up, said "I'm going to get some water," and left, then nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, but we've already spoken with your director. All business activities outside of practice are suspended until you're fully recovered."

"Okay, I understand."

Jiang Hong sat on the edge of the bed, trying to soften her tone: "We've seen all the rumors online, don't be afraid, the family will handle it properly, you don't need to worry. No matter what happened in the past, we're here, you don't have to carry everything alone."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyelashes trembled, his nose tingled slightly, and he lowered his eyes in silence for a long time, his fragmented emotions suppressed in his heart, unable to utter a single word.

Outside the door, Jiang Ming took out his phone and opened the trending topics. When he saw the hashtag #JiangZhiyuPsychotropicDrugs# firmly at the top of the list, with countless posts covering the homepage, his face instantly darkened.

It wasn't until Jiang Zhiyu fell asleep again in the afternoon that he learned that Jiang Zhiyu's situation had been unexpectedly filmed and circulated on live stream.

So he immediately sent Lin Shi back to deal with online public opinion and control all kinds of rumors.

But the situation is getting worse.

Jiang Ming stood outside the ward and immediately dialed Lin Shi's number.

"Immediately contact the public relations team to limit and suppress trending topics related to the drug, control false rumors, and coordinate with the platform to remove all posts that maliciously expose personal information or speculate on the patient's medical history."

Lin Shi, on the other end of the phone, was already overwhelmed by the public opinion situation. He replied, "Public relations are working at full speed, but the hashtag is spreading too fast and it will be difficult to suppress it completely in a short time. In addition, several marketing accounts have started piecing together fragmented information from the past, preparing to create a large-scale narrative."

Jiang Ming leaned against the cold wall of the corridor, his fingers gripping his phone tightly, a chill creeping into his eyes: "Spend money to intercept all malicious press releases, and if necessary, take legal action. Any account that tries to gain attention by exploiting his pain or spreads malicious rumors will be held accountable to the end."

Meanwhile, various speculations began to circulate at the recording base of "Project Shining".

Mi Lan was the first to notice something was wrong.

At that time, he and Lin Sen were walking back to their dormitory to change clothes in preparation for going to the hospital.

"Does he really have psychological problems? I've seen him so many times, and I never seemed to notice!"

"I also find it amazing. He's such a good person, could he have so many painful past experiences behind his back?"

"Could this be related to his time playing in ZPL? Was he bullied?"

"Impossible, who would dare to bully the number one player in ZPL? It's just a pipe dream."

Lin Sen heard them too, but he didn't understand what the others were saying. He turned to look at Mi Lan in confusion: "Do you know what they're talking about?"

Mi Lan's face darkened, and she hummed in response, a bad premonition churning within her.

He quickened his pace and returned to his dormitory in a few steps, taking out his phone from deep inside the cabinet.

Lin Sen's eyes widened: "You didn't hand it in after the meeting."

Mi Lan ignored his accusation, "If you had said so earlier, I wouldn't have paid and I could still send messages to Jiang Jiang," and opened the social media platform with a strong sense of foreboding.

The sheer volume of trending topics on the hot search list made him hold his breath for a moment.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he clicked on the relevant posts one by one.

Every photo, every analysis, felt like a slow, agonizing torture.

Gradually, he felt an endless anger. This large-scale speculation was undoubtedly repeatedly tearing at Jiang Zhiyu's heavy past wounds.

The secret that Mi Lan had carefully guarded for him was laid bare and displayed to the whole world in a bloody manner.

A long silence fell over dormitory 310.