The senior fellow who is the son of a scholar not only took away my experimental results, but also took away my papers and published them in the name of others.
I asked my supervisor to make the decision. The supervisor withdrew my graduation thesis that had been submitted for review and wanted me to postpone my graduation indefinitely.
I went to the dean to complain, and the dean said that if I didn't know the truth, I would be completely unable to work in this field.
"A laboratory tool, does he really think of himself as a person?"
My brothers and sisters made disgraceful rumors about me, deleted all my experimental data over the years, smashed my cell phone and computer, and laughed at me.
"A village girl who came from the mountains in Dian City. There are only a few living people in the whole village. Can she find connections to support you?"
On International Anti-Drug Day, I posted a video holding a piece of paper with twelve numbers written on it.
"I, Su Ling, swear by the police number that has been sealed in my village, I will report my mentor and dean for academic misconduct with my real name!"
There are less than a hundred people alive in my village, and the blood-colored police uniforms in the ancestral hall hang all over the walls.
No one supports me.
But I want to know if the world that my ancestors guarded with their blood can give me justice!
