Chapter 10 — Medals Are Not For You

“Do we have to talk like this?” “So what do you want me to say?” "I already admitted that I didn't take good care of you about the gold medal, and the documentary has also been edited according to your wishes. What are you still angry about?" I closed the notebook. “Do you think I do these things just because I'm angry?” “But for what else?” “Luc Thua Da, what I want is recognition for my work achievements.” “I didn't care about these things before.” “I had a job before.” He stopped. I stood up to go pour water in the kitchen. Luc Thua Da followed, leaning against the door frame. "I want to go back to the old rehabilitation center. I can help you contact me. Or my office is short of money, I'll give it to you." “I can take care of myself.” “How much is left in your account?” My movements of holding the cup stopped. “Did you check?” “The message to borrow money for equipment was sent to the family email, I saw it.” He took two steps forward. "My office has been closed for three years. Now I rent a place, buy equipment, hire an assistant, at least 1 million yuan. No need to be so stubborn." “So what?” “I will pass it on to you.” “Is it considered borrowing or giving?” Luc Thua Da's forehead twitched. “Do husband and wife need to calculate like that?” “It has to be counted.” I opened the drawer, took out a file, and placed it on the dining table. The top sheet is the cost statistics table. "For the past three years, I have been in charge of the rehabilitation plan, daily training, data monitoring, pre-tournament evaluation and accompanying the competition team for you. Calculated according to the market cost of a professional rehabilitation specialist of the same level, deducting the common living expenses of the couple, the total cost of professional services is 2 million 860 thousand yuan.'' Luc Thua Ye flipped through a few pages, his face gradually became unsightly. "You want to charge me?" “Not planning to ask.” “So why should I list it?” “Let me tell you, there has long been a debt between us that cannot be paid.” I pointed to a few items in there. “The cost of purchasing recovery equipment is 780,000 yuan, paid by the office. Travel and accommodation expenses when following you away to compete in the first year were paid out of my own pocket. While my income decreased due to injury insurance, my home loan and family living expenses were also covered by my savings.” “You made it up to me later.” “The living expenses you transfer to the family account are to pay for common expenses. It won't compensate for your professional income, nor will it restore the patient resources you lost." “So you regret it?” He threw the stack of documents back on the table. “Regret taking care of me back then?” "Do not have." "If you say no, turn your head and calculate each item clearly." Luc Thua Da smiled faintly, but there was no smile in his eyes. “That year I said with my own mouth that the club's recovery plan was too conservative, I would take over. No one forced me to resign.” My breathing slowed down by half a beat. In the hospital room three years ago, he kicked all the therapists out. He refused to eat, refused to exercise, and every time the doctor came near, he would smash things on the ground. I stayed by the hospital bed for three consecutive days. Early in the morning of the fourth day, he grabbed my hand and said: "Kieu Tranh, they all think I'm disabled. You go too.” I didn't go. Now it becomes “my own choice”. “That's right.” I rearranged the stack of documents. “No one forces you.” Luc Thua Da seemed to hear something from my calmness, his face changed slightly. “That's not what I mean.” “What you said is not wrong.” “Kieu Tranh…” His phone suddenly rang. It was Tong Han calling. He looked at me and answered the phone. “What's wrong?” Tong Han's voice came out of the receiver.