Chapter 19 — Contact Person Number One

On the day the procedure was completed, he stood for a long time in front of the door of the Civil Affairs Department.

“Gia Duong.”

I stopped walking. He asked: "Who will be your number 1 emergency contact from now on?"

“Still not filled in.”

“Why?”

“Because that position is very important.” I looked at him. “We cannot arbitrarily hand it over to others for convenience.”

His face was pale. I didn't say anything more, turned around and got in the car. * Three months later, Dung Thi's first charity medical transport plane officially came into operation. Before takeoff, staff brought in a new emergency response file.

“Boss Dung, the Emergency Contact number 1 section is still blank.”

I took the pen. Write Dung Tinh Lam's name on it. The system immediately makes a confirmation call. The youngest girl picked up the phone, didn't ask about the project, didn't ask about the media, and didn't bother to ask if I still remembered Thuong Du Bach recently. She just asked: "Does your shoulder still hurt?"

"It's completely cured."

“Fasten your seat belt.”

I smiled.

“I know.”

The plane started taxiing. The phone screen lit up, it was a message Thuong Du Bach sent. [Now you understand.] I looked at that text for about two seconds, without answering. Turn on airplane mode. The number 1 priority position has never been something that is automatically given thanks to a marriage certificate. It belongs to the person to whom, when the storm comes, I am still willing to entrust all the decision-making power of my life. Thuong Du Bach was once that person. And now, not anymore. RUN OUT OF