Chapter 3 — If you don't see the strange words appearing before your eyes

Because I just had surgery, my fingers are almost disobedient. Just a simple movement causes cold sweat to break out on his forehead. I didn't call my husband right away. Instead, I turned on the camera, clearly filming the two children, the identification bracelets and the entire hospital room space. Then, I pulled down the baby's diaper a little bit. On the back of the boy's right thigh is a small, light red birthmark, shaped like a flower petal. I took more than ten photos in a row. Next, I gritted my teeth, took off the wedding ring in my hand, and gently placed it next to my children's feet to record a video to compare sizes. Every detail is saved. Time displayed clearly. Finally, I sent all the photos and videos to an online storage folder, and transferred them to my husband, Jiang Zeyan. I'm not talking long. Just send one sentence.
"Trach Ngon, go back to the hospital immediately. Don't tell anyone."
Less than ten seconds after the message was sent, the phone vibrated.
“I'm on my way.”
"What is up?"
I looked at the two children next to me and answered:
“Someone wants to take away our child.”
The other side was silent for exactly three seconds. After that, Jiang Ze Ngon called. As soon as I picked up the phone, his voice rang out, low and scary.
“I locked the door.”
“Do not drink or inject any drugs.”
“Don't let anyone touch you two.”
“I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”
I closed my eyes and softly replied:
“Okay.”
Jiang Zeyan didn't ask me if I had evidence. Not saying that I just finished having sex so I'm thinking too much. You just choose to believe me. Tears almost fell from my eyes. But I immediately forced them back. Now is not the time to be weak. I looked at the transmission line on the back of my hand and pressed the nurse call button again. The person who came was still the head nurse from before. On her name tag it says Le Thu Ha. I looked at her and said slowly:
“Head nurse Le, I feel a little uncomfortable at the infusion site.”
“Please help me temporarily stop the transmission.”
Le Thu Ha checks her medicine bag.
"This is just a supplement solution and pain reliever after surgery. If you stop halfway, you may be very uncomfortable later."
“I can handle it.”
I looked straight into her eyes.
“Please remove the needle for me.”
Perhaps my attitude was too determined, Le Thu Ha did not advise further. She disconnected the transmission line, gave a few instructions, and then prepared to leave. I called her back.
“Head nurse Le.”
“Is there a regulation in the hospital that allows nurses to arbitrarily take children away when their guardians refuse?”
Her steps stopped.
"Are not."
“So what if someone intentionally did that?”
“Sister Tong, what are you doubting?”
I don't answer directly.
"I just hope you can help me clearly state on the record that from now on, without my or my husband's signature, no one is allowed to take my two children out of the room."
Le Thu Ha looked at me silently for a few seconds. Finally, she nodded.
"Okay."
After she left, I immediately locked the door. I even pulled a chair close to the door. Every movement makes the wound hurt like it's being torn apart. But I don't dare stop. Just remembering the scene of my child hugging Nha Ky and calling for mom, I immediately feel that this little bit of pain is not worth anything. At that moment, a new line of text appeared. 【Good job!】 【The female lead is finally no longer stupid.】 【But the current evidence is still not enough. If only Tran My Dung was caught trying to take the baby away, Phan Tu Lan and Tong Nha Ky would put all the responsibility on her.】 【Phan Tu Lan's old phone is in her bag. She used it to contact Tran My Dung.】 【The password is Tong Nha Ky's birthday.】 I was stunned. Phan Tu Lan's handbag? When she left, she didn't have a bag in her hand. I looked around the room. Finally, my eyes stopped at the chair near the window. A brown leather bag lies hidden behind the curtain. Maybe because she was in a hurry, she forgot to bring it. I put my hands on the bed and tried to sit up. As soon as I moved, the wound was so painful that my eyes went black. I bit my lip and slowly moved my body to the edge of the bed. The distance was less than three meters, but to me right now it felt as long as a road with no end. By the time my fingertips touched the bag strap, the back of my shirt was drenched in sweat. I pulled the bag towards me. Inside were wallets, cosmetics, tissues and two phones. One is the phone Phan Tu Lan often uses. The other one is very old, the screen is cracked at one corner. I turned on the phone. The screen asks for a six-digit password. Nha Ky's birthday. I entered once. The phone is immediately unlocked. In the messaging app there is only one conversation. The contact person's name is saved as "My Dung". I opened it. The first message was sent more than a month ago. Phan Tu Lan asked:
“Can you do what I asked you to do?”
Tran My Dung replied: