Although the fake Weibo was closed, the situation did not stop there. In the afternoon, Fang Chaoyang's news had already occupied the top three hot search list, but the limelight changed, not praise, but accusation.

The judge publishes the file before trial!

Many legal professionals have come forward and accused this behavior of violations. According to the current laws, the suspect cannot draw conclusions before he is convicted, not to mention that the judge has made such damn words.

The court's phone number was almost blown up, and reporters from all walks of life asked for an interview, but of course they were rejected.

Fang Chaoyang was called by the Discipline Inspection Commission in the hospital and explained the matter in detail. However, everything must be paid attention to evidence. The power outage caused the surveillance to be invalid. The images at that time were not recorded and it could not be proved. Fang Chaoyang did not take away the file. Instead, a video showed that he took the file into the office.

In other words, Fang Chaoyang is also one of the suspects who took away the file!

It is hard to explain. As a judge, Fang Chaoyang felt helpless, but he knew very well that this was definitely a conspiracy against him.

A large number of reporters appeared in front of the court. I really don’t understand why they are so interested in this matter.

After get off work, Fang Chaoyang drove into the car and drove out of the court gate. The reporters were very familiar with his second-hand car and surrounded him, and some even knocked on the window impolitely.

"Master, can you explain why this Weibo post was posted?"

"Ten years have passed since the Zuo Feihu case, and the amount involved is huge. Is there any hidden information?"

"Is it true that you feel very emotional when there is power to seek rent?"

"The facts of this case are clearer. Are you feeling dissatisfied with doing this?"

“…”

The car could not drive at all, and the camera, cell phone and other items were aimed at Fang Chaoyang, who had a gloomy face in the car. At this time, the bailiff received instructions and ran over to persuade him, and finally separated the crowd.

Fang Chaoyang then slowly started the car, passed through the crowd, and disappeared on the street under the gaze of everyone.

The cold was a little worse. Fang Chaoyang felt his head was very drowsy and his nose felt more like he was getting fire. He finally drove the car back to the community. When he went upstairs, he rested in the corridor with his knees for a while before returning home.

After taking out the cold medicine, Fang Chaoyang was lying on the bed, wrapping the quilt tightly, but his body still felt cold and trembling constantly. He didn't want to be disturbed, so he simply turned off his phone. I don't know how long it took, but the knock on the door kept coming.

He stood up and opened the door with great difficulty. The monk Hai Xiaozhou Shangyong was standing outside, and he was carrying the fast food he bought.

"Chaoyang, your face is so bad?" Hai Xiaozhou asked.

"It's nothing, I'm catching a cold!" Fang Chaoyang said.

A little hand was immediately pressed on Fang Chaoyang's forehead. He felt the heat. Hai Xiaozhou was shocked and said worriedly: "This is a high fever, Chaoyang, go to the hospital quickly!"

"No, just lie down for a while." Fang Chaoyang couldn't help but cough a few times.

Shang Yong stretched out his strong arm, held Fang Chaoyang, and sent him back to the bed. Hai Xiaozhou took out his thermometer and clamped it to Fang Chaoyang's armpit without saying a word.

"Chaoyang, you are..." Hai Xiaozhou shook his head, "It will be cleared sooner or later, so don't worry."

"I'm not worried. I'm really catching a cold. I was sick before this incident, so I couldn't get angry." Fang Chaoyang said.

"I'm checking who was opening Weibo in your name? The service provider has not given feedback yet." Shang Yong explained.

"I'm afraid it's very difficult, they have been planning for a long time." Fang Chaoyang said.

"That must be found out, and you must not be wronged." Shang Yong clenched his fists and said.

"I have offended many people, and some people always stare at you and will definitely find loopholes." Fang Chaoyang said.

"It's too shameless to use this method." Shang Yong cursed.

Hai Xiaozhou took out the thermometer and was almost thirty-nine degrees. He was even more worried and urged: "Chaoyang, get up quickly and go to the hospital for examination."

"Xiaozhou, it's really not necessary. My body is clear. I just caught a cold. On Saturday, I played football with a little boy and was sweating all over. I just had to sleep for a while." Fang Chaoyang said weakly.

"You haven't had supper yet?"

"No! I can't eat it either. You can eat it yourself!"

"If you don't eat, take medicine. You are not afraid of hurting your stomach. No, you have to find someone to show you."

Hai Xiaozhou thought for a while, picked up the phone, dialed a number, and hung up after a while, and said dissatisfied: "It turned off the phone. What's wrong with it!"

Hai Xiaozhou called Peng Jiang, who was a doctor and wanted her to come and take care of Fang Chaoyang. As a result, Peng Jiang turned off the phone and couldn't get through.

Fang Chaoyang fell asleep in a drowsy state, and the sound of two people eating and footsteps entering and leaving the kitchen were heard in his ears.

I don’t know how long it took, but he was woken up again. Hai Xiaozhou’s pretty face appeared in front of him, “Chaoyang, sit up, drink some hot porridge, and don’t eat?”

"What did Dayong do?"

"He is very busy, let's go first." Hai Xiaozhou said.

"What time is it?"

"It's almost ten o'clock in the evening. I see you sleeping well and I can't bear to torment you." Hai Xiaozhou said.

It was so late. Fang Chaoyang sat up with his hands on the bed and half leaned against the head of the bed. Hai Xiaozhou stuffed the thermometer under his armpit and went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of warm millet porridge.

Scoop up a spoonful and handed it to Fang Chaoyang's mouth. Fang Chaoyang said, "It's not so delicate, it's just a common cold, I'll do it myself."

"Don't move, hold the thermometer and drink it quickly." Hai Xiaozhou glared.

"All right!"

Fang Chaoyang drank a sip of hot porridge, and grinned with hotness. Hai Xiaozhou was stunned. He blew it a few times and fed it to his mouth. It must be still hot. Fang Chaoyang gritted his teeth and drank it. Before he could swallow it, he followed another spoon. Hai Xiaozhou was impatient and it was already good to feed the rice without using a stir-frying spoon. Until he drank the whole bowl, Fang Chaoyang was sweating and felt much better.

"Xiaozhou, thank you for your hard work."

"Let's be polite. When I was sick in school, you took care of me too." Hai Xiaozhou said.

"I don't remember it!"

"In your eyes, who else can there be except Dr. Peng?" Hai Xiaozhou rolled his eyes.

After going to the kitchen to wash the bowl, Hai Xiaozhou returned, took out the thermometer and said happily: "Yes, thirty-seven degrees 8, the temperature began to drop."

"Just say it, there is no big problem. I have always had good physical fitness." Fang Chaoyang said with a strong attitude.

"It's because of too much mental pressure."

"No, I said that I was sick before."

"That's too much pressure, which aggravates the condition!" Hai Xiaozhou insisted.
Chapter completed!