Chapter 16 — Medals Are Not For You

"Practice is given to the medical team, meals are given to the nutritionist, daily necessities are given to the assistant. Is it possible that one day, when I come home, even you won't be there anymore?" “I have already rented the apartment.” His expression immediately turned cold. “When?” “The other day.” “You have the key?” "YES." “Why didn't you tell me?” “Now I say it.” Luc Thua Da stepped in front of me and lowered his voice. “Give it back.” “The contract has been signed for half a year.” “The compensation you pay.” “I won't return the house.” “Kieu Tranh.” He rarely uses this tone to talk to me. "I have done as you asked. The documentary has been edited, the title has been given, and the club has also publicly acknowledged you as a core rehabilitation doctor. What else are you missing?" “Three years missing.” “What do you mean?” “I left my job for three years, needed to find patients again from scratch, rebuild the team, and prove from the beginning that I could still do it in this profession.” “Isn't having you enough proof?” Luc Thua Da blurted out. I looked at him. It seemed he also realized there was a problem with this statement, so he immediately corrected himself: "I mean, everyone knows that you are the one in charge of my recovery. If you take my case, the office will take off very quickly." “I will not take out your confidential information for advertising.” “I agree.” “I don't need it.” He clenched his lower jaw. “Would you rather start over from scratch and not use the resources I give you?” “Those are your resources.” “We are husband and wife!” His voice echoed in the empty office. Outside, someone passed by and their footsteps stopped for a second. I went out and locked the glass door. Luc Thua Da stood under the light, his chest heaving violently. “You always say the words husband and wife.” I went around. "When the documentary used my stuff, you told me there was no need for a clear calculation. When you needed to mention my professional name, the club said I was a family member. Now I want to work again, you told me to use your reputation." “I just want to help you.” “I know.” “So why don't you even hear a word of it?” "Because I want to try to see if it wasn't for the title 'Luc Thua Da's wife', I could develop this job." The anger in the bottom of his eyes suddenly dissipated a bit. After a while, he whispered: "Does that identity make you so uncomfortable?" “Not before.” “When did it start?” My eyes fell on his jacket pocket. The gold medal strap is exposed at one corner. Today, when you go to an event, you'll probably bring it with you. “Since the night you won the championship.” Luc Thua Da followed my gaze and took out the medal. “There it is again.” He placed the medal on the table. "Do you think I'm not grateful to you? Three years ago I said, the first gold medal when I come back will be given to you. Now, I give it to you." “I gave it to someone else.” “Just wear it for a while.” “Then just keep it.” “I don't understand.” He took the medal and walked a few steps in front of me. "You want it, I give it to you. But you don't take it. You want a name, I told them to add it. Now you want to move out. Kieu Tranh, can you finally tell me frankly, what must I do to make you satisfied?" The gold medal was held tightly in his hand, the metal rim pressing into his red palm. I suddenly felt very cold. “Luc Thua Da, do you think all problems are the same as when practicing, just find one wrong movement and then correct it and it will return to normal?” “If there is a problem, solve it, what's wrong?” “Some things that have passed are gone.” “What?” “When I was sitting in the family area, watching you bring her the gold medal, I suddenly remembered something.” He didn't interrupt me.