Chapter 6 — Husband's Death Certificate

“This is not the same thing.” “Why not?” Someone outside the door said: "Of course not." Hua Niem helped Tham's mother enter. She still had a bandage on her forehead, and behind her were two relatives holding cell phones filming. As soon as Tham's mother entered the door, she cried. "Everyone, judge. My son just passed away. She has oppressed us, the widowed mother and son." Tieu Duong couldn't help but speak up: "Auntie, this is the hospital's working area." Tham's mother pointed at her and scolded: "You also follow her? This hospital of yours is a dark den!" Hua Niem pulled her back. "Auntie, don't be like that. After all, your sister-in-law is a doctor, she needs face." She looked at me. "Sister-in-law, as long as you hand over Captain Tham's death benefit and house to your aunt and uncle, I can help you tell the squad and not pursue the matter of your slandering me anymore." Several people in the department raised their heads. Tieu Duong couldn't bear it anymore. "Miss Hua, on what basis did Dr. Lam buy the house before marriage that she had to give it to the Tham family?" Hua Niem bit her lips. "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought, Captain Tham is an only child, his aunts and uncles are old, so there always needs to be a guarantee." I asked: “Do you vouch for them?” Hua Niem was stunned. Tham's mother immediately said: "Of course Niem Niem will take care of us. She is much more conscientious than you." “Then let her raise it.” I folded the suspension notice and put it in my pocket. “I have no opinion.” Tham's mother choked. Tears welled up in Hua Niem's eyes again. "Sister-in-law, how can you say that? Captain Tham and I are just colleagues." “Colleagues taking care of their parents is so noble.” Tieu Duong stood behind and quietly added another da.a.o. “And asking for a house and a death benefit, that's really noble.” Hua Niem's face turned pale. The chairman banged the table. “Tieu Duong, get out!” Tieu Duong angrily walked to the door, then turned back to look at me. “Doctor Lam, I believe you.” This is the first person in recent days to directly say he believes in me. Hua Niem's face became even more unsightly. She took a deep breath and took out a stack of papers from her pocket. “Sister-in-law, this is Captain Tham's will when he was alive.” I looked at that stack of papers. “Will?” "He said, if something happened to him, all the compensation money would be given to his parents. I have a job, a house, and I don't lack this money." Tham's mother snatched it away and slammed it on the homeroom desk. "White paper and black ink. My son wrote it!" The headmaster picked it up and looked at it. “Lam Thinh, this word is exactly the same as Tham Nghien's handwriting.” I asked: "What day did you write it?" Hua Niem said: "The night before the accident." “The night before the accident, he was on duty at the squad.” “I brought him the documents, he wrote them conveniently.” “What pen to use?” Hua Niem was stunned. "What?" I picked up the paper. "Tham Nghien writes only using a fountain pen with black and blue ink. This sheet is a black ink ballpoint pen. Furthermore, the last stroke of his 'Nguyen' often has a habit of being thrown back, this sheet does not." Tham's mother scolded: "Stop looking for faults!" I put the paper on the table. “Dean, the hospital has a cooperative unit to examine autographs, right?” The chairman hesitated. Hua Niem immediately spoke up. “Sister-in-law, do you even have to doubt Captain Tham's last will?” “I suspect everything comes out of your bag.” Hua Niem's face finally couldn't bear it anymore. She looked at the homeroom teacher. “Homeroom, I came today, actually there is one more thing.” The chairman asked: "What?" "During his lifetime, Captain Tham participated in filming a rescue propaganda video in coordination between your hospital and the squad. The original schedule was to premiere today. The squad hopes that I, as a propaganda officer, will appear on camera and tell about the story of Captain Tham." She paused for a moment, looking at me. "But my sister-in-law's current condition is not suitable to participate. To avoid affecting the heroic image, I hope the hospital will cooperate and cut Dr. Lam out of the propaganda video." Everyone in the department looked at me. That propaganda video was filmed by me for three months, writing eight drafts of rescue medical content, staying up all night correcting errors and cutting it together.

The emergency room is on the picture, and it's all my crew. Now that Tham Nghien is dead, Hua Niem wants to step on his photo and take away my name as well. The director bowed his head and flipped through the documents. "The propaganda department has indeed sent a notice. Lam Thinh, right now you are facing quite a big public opinion risk, so it's best not to appear for a while." I asked: "Who approves the medical content in the video?" The director said: "Hua Niem said she can take over." Tieu Duong was angry outside the door. “She's a propaganda officer, so what the hell does she understand about health!” The head teacher shouted: "Tieu Duong!" Hua Niem's eyes turned red. "If I don't understand, I can learn. If my sister-in-law is willing to give me the manuscript, I will clearly note her contributions." “Where are the notes?” “In internal documents.” I looked at her. “In other words, it's you who's on the picture, your name is you, your honor is you, and my contribution is in the internal documents.”