Chapter 22 — Medals Are Not For You

Before surgery, he said he could return to the track in half a year. Three months after surgery, he said he could practice for another two weeks and then he could run. The first time he recovered from slow running, he said he could compete in another month. Each milestone in time is pushed back by the body. Tong Han closed the computer. "Mr. Luc, I'll stay on duty tonight. Miss Kieu still has work tomorrow, so you can go home first." Luc Thua Da looked at me. “Are you going home?” “Tomorrow morning I have two patients.” “Cancel it.” Tong Han unconsciously raised his head. I placed the nurse call button right at his fingertips. "Du Kieu will welcome them first. I'll attend the diagnostic imaging meeting before leaving." “What about tonight?” “Tong Han is here.” “I don't know her.” The hospital room suddenly fell silent. Tong Han hugged the computer in her arms, looking a bit embarrassed. I looked at Luc Thua Da. “She is your team doctor.” "She doesn't know that my thighs get cramps at night, and she doesn't know how to turn over so she doesn't touch her waist." “You can tell her.” “I don't have the strength to teach now.” This sentence made the blood on Tong Han's face completely disappear. She stood up. "Miss Kieu, I'm going to the room on duty. Please stay here tonight." “You don't need to go.” “Coincidentally I also need to rearrange the risk report today.” She bowed her head to pack her things, the charging cable got stuck in the corner of the table, she pulled a few times before getting it out. When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped. “Mr. Luc.” Luc Thua Ye looked at her. “Before today's tournament, I clearly recommended that I withdraw.” "I know." “The wrist tracking device was also requested by me.” “Today I decided not to use it.” “So in the risk report, I will write the truth.” Luc Thua Da frowned. “It's up to you.” Tong Han tightened the computer. "And also, I recorded all the interviews for the documentary. The content from three years ago should not have been told by me." “What's the point of talking about those things now?” “Because you said just now, I don't understand your old injury clearly.” She raised the corners of her lips. "You're right. I've only been on the team for seven months, only in charge of monitoring your training and ensuring medical care in the final stages. During those three most difficult years, I didn't participate at all." Luc Thua Da glanced at me. “No one denies Kieu Tranh's merits.” “But the original promotional video denied it.” Tong Han opened the door. “You know, I even signed the power of attorney.” The door closed gently. Luc Thua Da was silent for a long time. “How is she today?” “I'm tired.” “I don't blame her.” “You put her in a position she couldn't handle.” His expression darkened. “Even she thinks I'm depriving her of your work?” “You should ask her.” “I just want to thank her.” “She gave me back my gold medal.” Luc Thua Da punched the bed hard. The box containing the gold medal is still sitting there. He didn't open it. At two o'clock at night, he certainly had cramps. His left calf could not flex freely, his waist could not exert strength, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to press the bell to call the nurse. I helped him support his knee joint, slowly adjusting the angle of his foot. When I was halfway done, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Don't go.” “Let go first.” “I said yes.” I didn't raise my head. “Breathe, slow down.” “Kieu Tranh.” He held it very tightly. “Without you, what should I do this time?” I waited for the cramps to subside before removing each of his fingers. “I will do the test, cooperate with the treatment, and then practice again.” “What happens after that?” “After that, you decide for yourself whether to continue running or not.” Luc Thua Da closed his eyes. “Are you not accompanying me anymore?” “I have my own patients.” “You are my patient too.”