Chapter 6 — Buddhists and Bloodsuckers

6The day I went to the hospital to visit her, she was not in the room but was walking with her sick friend. I stayed behind to arrange her bedside table and accidentally turned over a yellowed diary. March 15, it rained. Uncle Tham came again, at two o'clock in the morning, bringing the cold air and sitting outside the hospital room waiting until morning. The boy was clearly coughing a lot, but he still lied to Gia Gia and said he was on a business trip. May 20, sunny. The nurse said that Mr. Tham donated 400cc of blood today, the needle was still bleeding, so he rushed to the meeting. Gia Gia kept saying that the hospital found someone with the same blood type as luck. The diary fell to the ground with a thud. It turns out that everything I thought was lucky... he used his life to exchange for it. My breathing became chaotic, I quickly took out the allergy medicine. After drinking it, I discovered the inside of the medicine box was printed in tiny letters: Specially made by SRN Laboratory - User: Luc Gia. Contraindications: none. Note: If she stops taking the medicine, immediately notify the primary treating doctor - Tham Ky Nien. I completely panicked. When I'm stressed, I get allergic reactions, when it's severe, I go into anaphylactic shock, and no amount of medicine is effective. Yet you specifically researched this drug for me. For a long time, I thought he only had the desire for physical possession... But I didn't expect that he would do so much for me. At this time, the building management sent a text message: "Miss Luc, last time you said you lost your card, was it the one in this camera?" I opened the video and was immediately stunned. The night I worked overtime until three in the morning, Tham Ky Nien's car was always parked at the corner of the company. The day I was fired from my job and collapsed drunk on the side of the road, he carried me home and sat outside the door until the sun rose. … The image that makes my heart ache the most is that day of the divorce, after leaving the house, he bent over and vomited a mouthful of blood. In less than a moment, the management sent another video: "Sorry, sent by mistake, this is the correct one." At this point, tears were streaming down my face. There are no coincidences in this world, it's all because of his perseverance over the years. He really doesn't see me as a means of release... but loves me to the end. No wonder the day I broke down, everything went so smoothly. I was the one who rushed into the net myself, and you were the one who took advantage of the situation and grabbed it. But why... When did Tham Ky Nien start paying attention to me? Why don't I remember? At this time, in grandmother's diary, a yellowed photo and a bill slid down. In the photo, I'm wearing a blue and white uniform, standing in front of the university library, holding a precarious stack of books, sunlight dancing on my hair. I was stunned. This is me ten years ago… why do you have this photo? Flipping over to the back, a faded text caught my eye: September 15, 2015 - Meeting my little sun for the first time. It was Tham Ky Nien who clamped it. I suddenly remembered that year, during the opening season, at the library gate, I almost fell and a guy caught me. At that time he was wearing a mask, I only remember his beautiful eyes that seemed to contain the entire starry sky. And later, during my college years, I was sponsored by an anonymous person. Turns out... it's all you. … Soon, grandmother returned. I was pulled out of my thoughts. As soon as I reached the door of the hospital room, I heard the nurse whisper: "General Manager Tham came again today, he looks very bad." "I heard that he often comes to the psychology department these days, it seems his illness has gotten worse." My steps stopped, my heart tightened. Tham Ky Nien… is sick? My head was pounding, suddenly remembering the day he tore up the divorce contract, the veins in his arms were bulging, and his steps were a bit unsteady as he turned away. I… something is wrong. I rushed out, straight to the psychology department.