Chapter 7 — Husband's Death Certificate

Hua Niem said softly: "Sister-in-law, filial piety is filial piety. Captain Tham's image is more important." I picked up the pen on the table and signed the suspension notice. The chairman breathed a sigh of relief. A ray of victory appeared in Hua Niem's eyes. I put down my pen. “Propaganda videos can cut me off.” Hua Niem was about to open her mouth. I added one more sentence: “My unused medical article.” The chairman frowned. “Lam Thinh, don't act on your emotions.” “It was written by me, the copyright belongs to me.” Hua Niem said: "Sister-in-law, now is not the time to calculate personal losses." I looked at her. “You're right.” I took out a USB from my bag and placed it on the homeroom desk. "These are all seventeen medical errors I annotated in the propaganda video. If you insist on using Hua Niem's manuscript, when something happens, don't look for me to sign it." The homeroom teacher's expression changed. “Is there a mistake?” “Seventeen seats.” Hua Niem immediately said: "No way, I have already compared everything." I asked her: "If you inhale chemical fumes, in the manuscript you wrote, immediately drink lots of water. Who taught you that?" She couldn't answer. Tieu Duong stood at the door and smirked. “This is going to kill people.” The homeroom teacher picked up the USB, his fingers tapping on the table. "Lam Thinh, you go home first. We'll discuss the propaganda video later." Hua Niem was frantic. “Dean, the press conference has already announced.” I put my bag on my shoulder and walked out. From behind came the demeaning voice of the homeroom teacher. "Miss Hua, medical manuscripts cannot be messed with. Lam Thinh can be suspended, but her expertise cannot be stopped." I walked out of the office, Tieu Duong chased after me. “Doctor Lam, do you really not care anymore?” “Manage it.” “How are you managing?” I pressed the elevator button. “Let them finish singing this play first.” On the day of the press conference, I sat in the last row. The squad hall has been rearranged. The black and white photo of Tham Nghien was replaced by a large propaganda poster, below which was written: "Press conference to announce the heroic story of Tham Nghien in the sea of fire." Hua Niem wore a white dress standing on the side of the stage, the bandage on her forehead had been removed, her makeup was very light, looking both weak and pure. Tham's mother sat in the front row, holding her hand tightly, like holding her own daughter's hand. Tham Dao saw me and rolled his eyes. “Do you still have the face to come here?” I sat down. “There are tickets.” “Who gave it to you?” “Public event.” She gritted her teeth: "Don't try to cause trouble." I put the phone on my knee. “If you don't cause trouble, I won't cause trouble.” Co Thua An sat on the other side of the aisle. He saw me and said nothing. I asked: "Are there any results from the investigation?" He said: “What results do you hope for?” “Shen Nghien is dead, Hua Niem is in prison.” Co Thua An closed the documents in her hand. “Do you always talk so directly?” “I wasn't like that before.” “What was it like before?” "Before, I was busy worrying about saving face for Tham Nghien." The lights on the stage light up. Trieu Minh Vien stepped up to the podium to speak. He told how brave Tham Nghien was, how selfless, how he devoted his whole life to the cause of rescue. Every sentence and every word is very familiar. Because the manuscript was written by me. Hua Niem stood on the side of the stage, bowing her head to wipe away her tears. The lens was very conscious, scanning her several times. Under the stage, someone whispered: "Hua Niem is so affectionate." “I heard that when she was alive, Captain Tham took good care of her.” “Now she is still willing to do propaganda for Captain Tham. It's not easy.” I heard that, but didn't say anything. After Trieu Minh Vien finished speaking, Hua Niem stepped onto the stage. She held the microphone, her voice carrying sobs. "The first time I met Captain Tham was during a fire in a residential area. That day I was trapped in the stairs, the smoke was so loud, I thought I would die. Captain Tham carried me, step by step, taking me out." She stopped for a moment. Applause rang out below the stage. “Later, I took on the propaganda position of the squad. Captain Tham taught me that propaganda is not about acting, but about letting more people know about it.

the sacrifice of firefighters.” Tham's mother cried and nodded repeatedly. Hua Niem continued. “The day the incident happened at the Western chemical plant, I should not have gone. But Captain Tham said, there are facts that need to be recorded. I followed him to the car, and also recorded his last silhouette." A video appears on the screen. Tham Nghien put on a rescue suit and turned to look at the camera. “Hua Niem, don't be afraid, follow me closely.” Below the stage, many people had red eyes. Tham Dao proudly looked at me. Like the sentence "follow me closely", it is enough to prove Hua Niem's position in Tham Nghien's heart. Hua Niem choked up. “The last thing Captain Tham said to me was to tell me to live. He said, if he can't come home, I hope I will take care of his parents for him and finish his unfinished business." She looked towards Tham's mother. “Auntie, I can do it.” Tham's mother stood up and hugged her.