Chapter 2 — Grandma Reincarnated

The onlookers in the hallway started talking again. "Oh, if you can't find your child, do you take out your anger on the nurse?" "Nurses, who are they teasing?" "People with money are like that, when something happens, you have to find someone to take the blame first." Tham Nam walked out of the hospital room. She stood there holding the doorframe, her face white as paper, her eyes swollen and red. "Mom." I turned my head to look at her. She slowly walked forward, staggering with each step. "Mom, don't be like that." "Tieu Nam..." "Mom, calm down." My son also came to advise me: "Mom, we must not disrupt the front line at this time." Trieu Man stood behind the nurse's counter, hugging his chest, tears falling. "Mrs. Tran, I know you are impatient..." "But you can't be like that..." "I've only been at the hospital for half a year, I'm just a hired worker, why?" dare to steal children..." She cried so much that her shoulders shook. The hallway was quiet for a few seconds. Then someone started recording a video. "Rich old lady bullies a little nurse in a crowded place." "After losing her child, she bites people everywhere." "That's disgusting." Luc Tham Nam's grip on my hand suddenly became stronger. Her whole body staggered and slid down. I reached out my hand to support her. She leaned into my arms, her face buried in my chest. "Mom..." "Go back to the hospital room." I hugged her and walked home. The sounds in the background were still there. "What kind of person is that?" "If you can't take care of your niece, you blame the nurse." "If I were her daughter-in-law, I wouldn't be able to stand it either." Tham Nam trembled in my arms. I hugged her tightly, looking at Tham Nam's back. Her shoulders are shaking. No noise. One door away, the sound of conversations in the hallway still crept inside. I held her hand. She didn't hold back. "Tieu Nam." There was no answer. "I believe you." Her shoulders shook. "I will definitely find it." The police searched three floors, but found nothing. The technical department is checking the camera's hard drive and says it needs to restore data. Tham Nam was injected with a sedative and reluctantly fell asleep, with tears still in the corners of his eyes. I was alone squatting in the hallway smoking tobacco. The third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor, all the places where people could be hidden were overturned. The warehouse, duty room, operating room, even the water tank in the bathroom can be opened to see. Nothing. A newborn baby, just three days old, just disappeared into thin air. I stared at the piece of tobacco on the ground in a daze. It wasn't until sweat ran down my forehead and blurred my eyes that I noticed something. Hot. The fifth floor is especially hot. VIP hospital room floor, central air conditioning twenty-two degrees all year round. But today it feels at least twenty-seven degrees, so hot that one can't breathe. But last night it wasn't like that. Last night when I changed my niece's diaper, she still felt cold, so I covered Tham Nam with another layer of blanket. Incorrect. I stood up and walked around the hallway. All the ventilation doors are blowing air, but the amount of wind is very small, the cold air is almost not felt. But last night it wasn't like that. Last night when I changed the baby's diaper, he still felt cold, so I covered Tham Nam with another layer of blanket. Incorrect. I quickly walked to the stairs, down to the third floor. The moment I pushed the door open, cold air hit my face. The central air conditioner on the third floor works normally, the temperature is significantly lower by several degrees. The fourth floor is the same, cool. Only the fifth floor, hot as a steaming cage. I called the person in the technical department and asked a question: "Who is in charge of the air conditioning on the fifth floor?" The other person hesitated: "Mrs. Tran, the fifth floor is not under our management... The VIP area is an independent system, the key is in the hands of Mr. Truong in the equipment department." "Give me Mr. Truong's phone number." I called three times, no one answered. The insecurity in my heart became more and more severe. I went to the machine room of the equipment department, the door was locked, even if I kicked it, it wouldn't open. I turned my head

asked the janitor passing by: "Where is Old Truong? Is he coming today?" The janitor thought for a long time. "It seems like early morning came, pushed the tool cart to the east, then didn't see it again."East. On the east side of the fifth floor is a row of abandoned storage rooms. Tran Viet once showed me the structural diagram. The innermost apartment, because it was close to the air conditioning server and made a lot of noise, had been discontinued for a long time. Not managed by any department, the hallway camera cannot film that angle. Because that corner is the only camera blind spot on the entire floor. I rushed to the door of the storage room. The lock is a new type, a gold bronze lock, different from the old locks of other storage rooms. I knocked three times but couldn't open it. I pulled out the fire extinguisher from the fire cabinet, swung it with all my might and slammed it down. The moment the lock flew open, the door opened. The inside was empty, filled with a few boxes of expired gauze, and dust filled my nose. Nothing. I stood in the middle of the room, my molars gritted. Incorrect. If there is nothing, why change the lock? Why do we have to hide it in a corner where the camera can't record? I raised my head to look at the ceiling. Ventilation duct shutters, screws have new screw marks. I moved an old table to stand and unscrewed the shutter. Inside was pitch black, the air swirled, blowing out a sultry dusty smell. I took out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and poked my head inside.