Chapter 2 — Contact Person Number One

“She is in charge of your recovery.” His voice was calm, "Whatever really happened, she knows better than you how to handle it."

“So you can add her.” I looked at him. “But why delete me?”

Thuong Du Bach was silent for a moment.

“The system only allows setting one contact number 1.”

“And I chose her.”

“Gia Duong, this is just a medical arrangement.”

He looked at me, his voice carrying reluctance, as if I was making myself angry over a small thing that wasn't worth mentioning.

"Most of the time I go to meetings abroad, there's always a time difference of more than ten hours. If there's an emergency and the hospital can't contact me, I have to find her in the end."

“I don't want these formal things to affect the effectiveness of treatment.”

*Something formal.* I bowed my head and smiled faintly. Before getting married, Thuong Du Bach once asked me what requirements I had for married life. I said, there's no need to report your schedule every day, and there's no need to give up your career for me. I just need one thing. No matter what happens, we must always be each other's #1 emergency contact. The year my mother passed away from serious illness, my father was abroad. The hospital called more than a dozen calls, but he didn't pick up any of them. In the end, the person who ran to sign was his assistant. I will forever remember the moment my mother lay on the hospital bed, when she saw that strange assistant, how the last bit of light in her eyes disappeared. Thuong Du Bach knows this. He once held my hand tightly and promised:

“I will never let someone else take care of things that a husband should do for me.”

In four years of marriage, this was the thing I trusted the most about him. Now, he told me that it was just a formality.

“Okay.”

I took out my phone. Thuong Du Bach looked at me: "What do you get?" I don't answer. Dung Thi Group has an independent security system and medical team. I opened the personal authorization page and deleted Thuong Du Bach's name from the "Emergency contact number 1" section. Then turn off the "Share spouse's medical records", "Sync emergency schedules" and "Authorize medical decisions". The system continuously displays three confirmation messages. I pressed confirm all. Thuong Du Bach's phone "pinged" once. He picked it up, saw the notice of change in authority, and his face finally changed.

“Dung Gia Duong, what are you doing?”

“Unification of standards.”

I put my phone back in my bag.

“If the emergency contact person is just a tool to optimize efficiency, then whoever is more professional, whoever is more convenient, let that person be assigned.”

“From now on, my health problems will be handled by the Dung Thi medical team, you no longer need to shoulder these formal responsibilities.”

Thuong Du Bach stared at me.

“I changed my contact person because I often can't contact you, it doesn't mean I want to remove you from your emergency powers list.”

“Why doesn't it mean that?”

“I am your husband.”

I raised my eyes to look at him.

“It turns out I also know that the word ‘husband’ represents privilege.”

Thuong Du Bach was unable to say anything for a while. Diep Vi An stood next to the bed and gently spoke: "Boss Dung, Mr. Thuong is just now Awake, emotional shock can affect heart rate. If you have any problem, it's best to wait until his body stabilizes before talking." I looked at her.

“Are his emotions also under your control?”

Diep Vi An didn't change her face: "This is my responsibility."

“Then manage his heart rate well.”

I stood up.

“Marriage is not within the scope of your service.”

Thuong Du Bach's voice lowered a bit: "Gia Duong." I looked at him.