Chapter 14 — Conflict with Co Thieu

Two guards stepped forward, politely but not allowing refusal, raising their hands to make an "inviting" gesture. Tan Tu Hanh stood in place, looked deeply at the person on the hospital bed once, then turned and strode out of the room. The door of the hospital room was gently closed, the tense atmosphere like that of a guitar string immediately dissipated, leaving only the gentle ticking sound of the machine. Co Viet Nien turned the wheelchair and slowly turned to look at her, the bottom of his eyes hiding a bit of anxiety that was hard to detect. He was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice: "Did you... reject him just now because of me?" "If it's just to protect me, then there's no need." His fingertips gently stroked the wheelchair's armrest, his voice carrying a bit of bitterness that even he didn't realize: "A bone marrow transplant is not a small matter, finding a compatible donor is not easy." Lam Tien looked at his uncomfortable and nervous appearance and couldn't help but curl his lips. "It's not because of the matter." She shook her head slightly, her voice very serious: "To be honest, before that, I was still hesitant. If the donor in Bac Thanh that Auntie Co mentioned was Van Hieu Vu, should I go back and entangle with them again because I want to live?" "But the moment I saw Tan Tu Hanh, I suddenly stopped being confused." She stopped, her eyes were very calm: "My past experiences are a pit of fire, I don't want to jump back." "Not to mention, with my personality. Van Hieu Vu, if I really accept her bone marrow donation, I don't know how she will cling to this matter to bully me." Co Viet Nien listened silently, his expression softened a bit, he said in a low voice: "I will not let you be bullied." "Don't worry, if there is no suitable bone marrow in the country, I will go abroad to look for it, I will definitely find it." "Wait until your illness is completely cured, if... if you want to leave, we can divorce at any time. The Co family won't make things difficult for you, and the compensation they should give won't be a penny short." Having finished speaking, he turned to look out the window, as if not daring to listen to her answer. Lam Tien was stunned, then burst out laughing. She reached out and gently touched the back of his hand on the armrest. His hands were a bit cold, his fingertips were still thinly calloused from many years of holding a pen. Because of nerve damage, his movements were always a bit stiff. "Why divorce?" She looked at him, her eyes very gentle: "Co Viet Nien, do you think I'm not living well now?" Co Viet Nien suddenly turned his head, his eyes full of surprise: "You..." "I feel like this is very good now." "Someone talks to me, someone stops troubles for me, someone speaks out." She said it inconveniently, but she ran to the hospital every day, even turning herself into a patient." She looked at his ears, which were a little red, and said seriously: "You worry with me, I feel very secure." "So, why divorce?" Co Viet Nien looked into her eyes, a gentle smile inside. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he stumbled and didn't know what to say. After holding for half a day, he blurted out one sentence: "So... then there's no divorce." Lam Tien smiled and nodded. The afternoon sunlight passed through the glass window, falling gently on the two people. The day Lam Tien was discharged from the hospital, the weather was especially beautiful. Co Viet Nien sat in a wheelchair, bowed his head and helped Lam Tien arrange the bottles of medicine on the bedside table. His hands gradually recovered, and he was able to easily complete this task. "In the afternoon, go home and take a nap, dinner is already stewed in pigeon soup in the kitchen, the doctor said it is good for your blood, it is suitable for you to drink now." He closed the medicine box and instructed, his voice was natural and familiar, completely devoid of the cold and uncomfortable feeling when we first met. Lam Tien sat by the bed putting on his shoes. Hearing this, he curled his lips: "I know, Mr. Co is more talkative than the nurse in charge of the hospital bed." While the two were talking and laughing, the assistant knocked on the door and walked in, carrying things.

packed activities: "Sir, Miss Lam, the car is ready." As soon as they reached the dormitory downstairs, a familiar figure blocked the way. Tan Tu Hanh stood under the shade of a tree. Different from last time, there was Van Hieu Vu next to him. She was wearing an ivory-white coat that had been washed to silver, her hair was casually tied in a bun behind her head, her whole body was so thin that she was out of shape, her eyes were closed and she stood there silently like a puppet without a soul. Lam Tien's footsteps stopped, instinctively leaning closer to Co Viet Nien. "Tri... Lam Tien." Tan Tu Hanh spoke first, his voice hoarse: "I know you don't want to see me, but I still want to ask you one last time." "Van Hieu Vu's complete compatibility report I brought, you can arrange to go to a sterile surgery room at any time. This is the most stable life path in front of you, do you really want to give up because of anger?" Lam Convenient didn't answer him, his eyes fell on Van Hieu Vu. The woman lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were very long but did not move, even when they talked they did not raise their eyes, as if they did not hear anything. In Lam Tien's impression, Van Hieu Vu's eyes always burned with a strong, vivid and dazzling fire of aggression. But now, those eyes are empty, like burned ashes, nothing left. "What did you do to her?" Lam Tien spoke, his voice unable to hear any emotions.