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Ever since I came up with that idea, I couldn't help myself. After get off work every day, I would lock myself in the room and concentrate on writing manuscripts, checking materials, and verifying arguments.

On the seventh night of staying up late to finish the manuscript, the door was gently pushed open, and the kind and familiar face came into view. She was holding a bowl of sugar water and gently placed it on my desk. Looking at her appearance, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat.

"Mom, it's so late and you're still awake?"

"Kid, you work too hard. Looking at the computer for a long time is bad for your eyes."

My mother’s words suddenly woke me up.

It really woke me up from my dream!

Why didn’t I think of that?

I can write on a draft paper instead of a computer, so there is no problem of plagiarism.

When the deadline is approaching, I will input the manuscript content into the computer. Even if I find similarities or duplications later, I can just revise it.

Moreover, I was the only one in the hospital who was proficient in both surgery and orthopedics. No one, not even Linda, could complete such a difficult orthopedic SCI topic in just one week.

Thinking of this, the heavy stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, and I firmly believed that this time, there would definitely not be any misunderstanding of plagiarism.

I kissed my mother's cheek excitedly, told her to go and rest, then sat down at the table again and continued to write my paper by hand.

finally finished the first draft of my orthopedic SCI paper.

Looking at this heavy achievement, my heart is filled with joy. This paper is not only related to whether I can represent the hospital to go abroad for academic exchanges with famous foreign hospitals, but also an important turning point in my life. I must not be careless.

However, this joy only lasted for a moment, and my heart sank again, and a feeling of uneasiness quietly lingered in my heart.

Thinking back to my previous life, Linda cried bitterly in front of everyone in the hospital, accusing me of plagiarizing her paper, and even had the whole process broadcast live and posted on the Internet.

She was beautiful and gentle, and her pitiful appearance instantly aroused the "righteous indignation" of most people.

Those colleagues who had worked with me showed disappointment to me, shook their heads and sighed; others criticized me on the spot; the scolding on the Internet was overwhelming, with all kinds of harsh and unpleasant words emerging one after another.

"Appearance is determined by the heart. This woman is obviously not a good person! She even plagiarized a little girl's manuscript!"

"Ugly people are more likely to do evil. People like this should be beaten to death on the spot to prevent them from harming others any further!"

"The little girl is so naive. If I were her, I would have scratched her face to pieces if she had met such a vicious woman!"

"Is there anyone who can form a group? Let's attack that evil hospital together! Get this woman out!"

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. My manuscript was clearly completed independently and had nothing to do with Linda . Why did she want to slander me? The more I clarified, the more fierce the abuse I received.

The sentence that I remember most vividly is what Linda said to everyone that day:

"Rachel's position is higher than mine, and I have been worried that if I speak out about this, she will ostracize me. It took me many days to muster up the courage to speak out about this. Brother Kevin is right, I shouldn't condone plagiarists."

Her aggrieved look at that time instantly aroused more intense condemnation from everyone against me.

It was precisely because of this sentence that some extreme netizens even drove their car into my parents, causing their unfortunate death.

When I think of this, I am overwhelmed with grief and filled with endless anger. I can't let this weird thing continue to develop, I must find the root cause!

When I came back to my senses, it was already daybreak. I washed up and went to the hospital. Early in the morning, I heard people discussing something.

"Have you heard? At 4am last night, Linda posted on WeChat Moments saying that her paper was plagiarized and she had to rewrite it. This time, I heard the topic was about orthopedics."

"No way! Linda is so amazing? I thought she only knew surgery, but she didn't expect she also knew orthopedics?"

"This plagiarist deserves a horrible death! He worked so hard for a month to finish his SCI paper, and it was ruined just like that."

When I heard the news, I was shocked beyond words, and my first thought was to go find her and confront her face to face.