Chapter 11 — Conflict with Co Thieu

"I have sent someone to investigate Van Tri Suong's medical records. She has severe aplastic anemia. That year at Bac Thanh Number One Hospital, she was a bone marrow donor that was completely compatible with her." He looked up at her, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Wait until I find her, I still need you to donate bone marrow to treat her disease." Van Hieu Vu was transferred to a private villa with a yard in the suburbs. The entire room is covered with thick impact-resistant cushions, three meals a day are arranged by a nutritionist, and the nurse sets a time to check his blood index. Compared to the narrow plank bed and cold iron door in the sanatorium, the conditions here were unreasonably good. But Van Hieu Vu only felt like a carefully kept cattle. No matter how comfortably you live, no matter how delicately you eat, you just have to wait until you find Van Tri Suong and have healthy bone marrow to use. Beyond Van Hieu Vu's expectations, the frequency of Tan Tu Hanh's visits to her increased. Usually he came in the early evening, carrying the cold outside with him. The first thing after entering the door was to pull her wrist, turn it over to see if there were any wounds on her arm. Today he came earlier than usual, the blood in his eyes was thicker, and as soon as he saw it, he knew he didn't sleep well. Entering the door, he was still the same, grabbing her wrist. "Are you having a nightmare again?" Van Hieu Vu raised her eyes to look at him, her voice calm as if she were talking about the weather: "Dreaming that you couldn't find her? Or dreaming that she was dead?" Tan Tu Hanh's hand tightened, he raised his eyes to glare at her, his cold eyes as if he was being treated with ice: "Stop saying things that shouldn't be said. Take good care of your body, you don't need to worry about anything else." mind." "No need for me to care?" Van Hieu Vu smiled, gently withdrew his hand, leaned back in his chair: "You always say you love her, you look all over the world but can't find it, but every day you run to me, staring at my hand." "Tan Tu Hanh, does this matter of yours count as adultery in your mind?" "Shut up!" Tan Tu Hanh suddenly raised his hand, his knuckles squeezing her neck. The power was so great that it was terrifying, the knuckles turned white, the bottom of the eyes were filled with violence and pain with no place to vent. Van Hieu Vu couldn't breathe, her face was red, but she didn't struggle, instead looked straight at him, her eyes even carrying a mocking smile. After only squeezing for a few seconds, Tan Tu Hanh suddenly let go. She calculated correctly, he didn't dare to really hate her. Van Hieu Vu hugged her neck and coughed, coughed for a while and then burst out laughing. "You don't want to listen to me, I want to talk even more." She panted, her voice was still a bit hoarse, but each sentence pierced his heart: "You fought with her for five years, then hated her for three years, in between we were only kindly together for a month." "Tan Tu Hanh, why do you think she will still wait for you? Why do you think she will wait for you to apologize, wait for you to make up for it?" "Perhaps she has forgotten you a long time ago, living a good life elsewhere, she can't even remember who you are." She watched Qin Tu Hanh's face turn white little by little, watching the pain in his eyes become deeper and deeper, a distorted joy rose up in her heart. Her life has been destroyed, and you can't be fulfilled. Just continue to live like this, torturing each other. Tan Tu Hanh stood in silence for a long time, then picked up the paper bag he had just brought in and threw it in front of her. The paper bag slid down, revealing a simple long black dress inside, the type only worn on solemn occasions. "Change. Tomorrow morning, go visit your parents' graves." With a "bang", Van Hieu Vu only felt her mind explode. She suddenly stood up, the chair rubbing on the floor made a shrill sound: "What are you talking about? My parents are still healthy! They just had a little problem at the company..." "Today."

The company went bankrupt, her father was angry, had a brain hemorrhage, couldn't be saved." Tan Tu Hanh interrupted, his voice unwavering, as if telling something unimportant: "Your mother couldn't stand it, the next day she took medicine and slept at home. I will let someone handle the matter, bury it in a suburban cemetery, the tombstone has been erected." With each sentence he said, Van Hieu Vu's face became a little whiter. In the end, her whole body trembled, she had to hold on to the edge of the table to reluctantly stand. The mockery and gloating look in her eyes disappeared completely, leaving only panic and disbelief. "It's impossible... it's impossible..." She muttered, shaking her head and stepping back: "A few days ago they still came to visit me... they still said Wait until I'm well to take me home..." "That was the last time they saw you." Tan Tu Hanh looked at her, his eyes cold and without temperature: "After returning for a few days, you were gone." The night wind blew through the window, bringing with it the cold of late autumn. Chan Van Hieu Vu went limp and sat down heavily on the chair. The distorted bit of gloating just now immediately disappeared. Lam Tien lay on the hospital bed in the VIP room, his fingertips gently placed on the classroom. bandage on her forearm. A week has passed since Luc Minh Vien's knife attack. The patient with severe aplastic anemia has poor blood clotting function. Normal people's wounds can heal in three to five days. Up to now, she has not completely closed her mouth.