Chapter 3 — Contact Person Number One

"Doctor Diep has no ill will. She has done a lot for my recovery this year, you don't need to vent your anger on her."

Until this moment, the first thing he protected was whether Diep Vi An would suffer resentment or not. The little strength I had to continue arguing suddenly disappeared.

“I don't take my anger out on her.”

"Not even asking you to fire her."

I took my coat, my voice calm.

“She continues to be in charge of your medical care, medical records, medications, recovery plans, are all handled by her.”

“But from today, she is not allowed to cancel our personal schedules for you, is not allowed to interfere in the family matters of the Thuong and Dung families, and is not allowed to use the excuse of health management to decide for you who can see you.”

Thuong Du Bach frowned: "Since when did she do these things?"

“It's best not to have one yet.”

“Don't do it in the future either.”

I stopped for a moment.

“As for emergency contact number 1, you decide for yourself whether you want to change it or not.”

Thuong Du Bach looked at me, seemingly finally hearing a slight difference.

“You want me to change it back now?”

“No.”

I re-buttoned my jacket.

“I give you thirty days.”

Diep Vi An's eyelashes moved slightly. Thuong Du Bach's face also turned cold.

“What does thirty days mean?”

“I mean, I won't remind you a second time.”

"Thuong Du Bach, I don't need you to temporarily change my name because you want to appease me."

“What I want to see is, in a situation where no one is forcing you, in the end who do you think should be in that position.”

After saying that, I turned and walked out of the hospital room. There was silence behind for a few seconds. Thuong Du Bach did not chase. In his eyes, maybe I'm just jealous, calm down for a few days and then automatically return. That night, I asked my assistant to pack up some clothes and move back to the apartment before getting married. At eleven o'clock at night, Thuong Du Bach sent a message. [The doctor said you can leave the hospital tomorrow.] I didn't answer. Ten minutes later, he sent another message. [Gia Duong, stop making such a big deal out of something.] I looked at that text for a long time, then turned off the phone screen. * The next morning, the corporation's PR director sent me a series of photos. Picture was taken last night. On the hospital's rooftop hallway, Diep Vi An wore Thuong Du Bach's vest and held his phone in her hand. Thuong Du Bach stood in front of her, bowing his head to fix her lopsided collar. The news headline had been prepared: [The Thuong Thi heir appeared late at night at the hospital area, the mysterious female doctor was on duty all night.] The PR director asked me: [Boss Dung, Thuong Thi's side hopes that today you can attend the press conference with Mr. Thuong, using the image of husband and wife appearing together to quell the rumors. Do you want to arrange it?] I looked at that photo and suddenly burst into laughter. The thirty-day observation period has only passed the first day. I texted the PR director back: [No arrangements.] The other party quickly called.

"Boss Dung, Thuong Thi's side has already prepared the process. You just need to show up ten minutes before the press conference ends and join Mr. Thuong for an interview."

“Who compiled the process?”

“Boss Thuong's office.”

“Diep Vi An participated Are not?"

The other end of the line paused for a beat.

“She is the medical advisor for this charity marathon, so she will also be present.”

I smiled coldly. The husband and the female rehabilitation specialist were secretly photographed, but in the end they wanted the wife to stand in the middle to prove the innocence of the two of them. It's really too convenient.

“Don't go.”