Chapter 6 — After I finished my shift on time, the whole hospital was in chaos

“The homeroom teacher has had a hard time.”

I never touched the envelope.

“That's what I should do.”

The smile on Trieu Hoanh Vien's face became even brighter.

“We are a team.”

“There's a bit of a misunderstanding, it's okay to clarify.”

“In the future, the department still needs more support from you.”

"Sure."

I also smiled back. In the office. The atmosphere is strangely harmonious. It's like two actors are wearing masks. Let's perform a play of solidarity and friendship. Just walked out the door. I saw Luu Mi standing not far away. She came closer. Lower your voice.

“Hua Tinh, you are very good.”

“You're not bad either.”

I calmly replied.

“Don't think that holding a little money means you've won.”

She gritted her teeth.

“Let's just wait and see.”

I don't bother to answer. Go straight back to your office. Just turned on the computer. I haven't had time to write a few lines of medical records. The phone rang. It is the Department of Medical Affairs.

"Doctor Hua, there are some medical records in your charge that need you to come compare and sign for confirmation."

They officially took action.

“I'll be right over.”

In the office of the Medical Affairs Department. Head of Department Vuong received me. He is the type of person who is about to retire. Don't want to offend anyone.

“Hua Tinh, it's just these files, please review them for me.”

He pushed a stack of medical records towards me. All were records of eighteen patients who had received brand B stents. They were looking for my mistake. Want to find out procedural errors. For example, the signature is not correct. Or the surgery consent form has a problem. Just found a small error. When renewing the contract. They can use the reason "questionable medical ethics" to exclude me. I calmly turned each page. Carefully check. My medical history is almost perfect. Every signature. Every day and month. All clear and standard. Because I always understand a principle. No matter how successful the surgery is. Just need the medical record to be a problem. Sooner or later it will become a time bomb. Head of Department Vuong sat next to him. Looks a bit nervous.

“Hua Tinh, don't think too much.”

“This is just a routine check-up.”

"I get it."

I still don't lift my head. Flip to a set of records. Patient in bed number 12. It is the young man who just became a father. I suddenly stopped. In the family signature section on the surgery consent form. There is an extremely scribbled signature. It's almost impossible to recognize the name. But it wasn't that that caught my attention. It's the surgeon's confirmation box next to it. Where my signature should be. Has a flying signature. At first glance very similar. Incorrect. That's not my handwriting. My signature is also quite liberal. But has its own style. There are a few signature links that I always keep. And this signature. Obviously someone is trying to imitate. But the imitation is too clumsy. It's like learning to draw a tiger but ending up as a cat. In the blink of an eye. Everything is clear. This is a trap. Someone forged my signature. If I sign this document today. This means that I acknowledge that the problem with the surgery consent form was directly handled by me. Once the patient later has an incident. When responsibility is sought. This piece of paper will become the evidence that will kill my career. What a cruel plan. I raised my head. Looking straight at Chief Vuong.

“Chief Vuong.”

“There is a problem with this medical record.”

The facial expression of the Head of Department Vuong immediately changed. He was visibly tense.

“Is... is there a problem?”

“This signature is not signed by me.”

I pointed to the fake signature on the surgery consent form.

“Impossible?”

Head of Department Vuong quickly picked up the medical record. Wear glasses old man. Come closer and see.

"Hua Tinh, are you remembering wrong? I see... looking at it, it's your handwriting."

He is pretending not to know.

“Chief Vuong.”

“My signature, why don't I recognize it?”

My voice turned cold.

“This…”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Maybe it's been so long that you've forgotten…”

“I didn't forget.”

I directly interrupted him.

“I request a handwriting examination.”

Just heard the four words "handwriting assessment". Head of Department Vuong immediately panicked.

“Hua Tinh, don't be like that!”

“It's not that serious!”

He quickly pressed the medical record down on the table. Like afraid I'll take it away.

“It's just a signature.”

“Maybe... maybe the intern can sign for you.”

“This happens often.”

“Which intern?”

I immediately asked.

“Our department has very clear regulations.”

“The surgical consent form must be signed by the main surgeon or the immediate superior doctor.”

“Intern doctors don't have that status.”

“Now you tell me who signed it.”

“Call that person here.”

“We confront directly.”