Chapter 28 — Medals Are Not For You

"You can apply for the professional achievement certificate of Senior Sports Rehabilitation Specialist. Lu Chengye's entire rehabilitation cycle fully qualifies as a core case." “Is patient authorization required?” "Only when publishing details is it necessary. Submit the evaluation file anonymously, as long as the treatment records are authentic and the Club confirms the service providing relationship." I looked at the registration form. During the past three years, every time I filled out the career section, I hesitated. Sometimes it says freelance, other times it says restoration specialist. But most of the time, someone else filled in for me — Luc Thua Ye's wife. Now on that application, the "Applicant" column is blank. I picked up the pen and wrote the words Kieu Tranh. In the evening, I went to the hospital to give the divorce agreement to Luc Thua Da. The hospital room door is not closed tightly. Chu Khoi Son stood by the bed, holding the latest assessment results. “The Asian Championship is definitely not on time.” Luc Thua Da bowed his head. “There are still two months left before selection.” "Now you can walk and walk normally and haven't recovered yet." “I can do upper limb and core exercises.” “My waist is also injured.” “Then practice what you can.” Chu Khoi Son threw the report on the bed. "What kind of injury did you get three years ago? Have you forgotten? Your body has not yet recovered and has quickly increased its intensity. A small injury lasted into a ruptured Achilles tendon. Now the old scenario is repeating itself." Luc Thua Da did not speak. “This time, no one will follow you every day and stop you.” Chu Khoi Son's voice lowered. "Before, Kieu Tranh asked you to stop, you said she was cowardly. Tong Han advised you to stop, you criticized her lack of experience. The doctor asked you to stop, you thought they didn't understand competition. Luc Thua Da, who did you listen to?" The hospital room was stuffy and frustrating. I knocked on the door. Chu Khoi Son turned around, saw the documents in my hand, and sighed. “I went outside to smoke a cigarette.” When he left, Luc Thua Da raised his eyes to look at me. “Is the negotiation over?” "Yes." “How much money did they give you?” “Payment of office expenses.” “I asked for the total.” “The lawyer will send a detailed statement.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can't even tell you the amount now?” “When divorcing, joint property accounting will be performed.” Luc Thua Da's eyes fell on the document bag. “What is this?” I put the agreement on the nightstand. “You can ask a lawyer to look over it.” He did not open it. “I will not divorce.” "If you live separately for two years, you can still sue." He suddenly raised his head. “You even have the time planned out?” “The apartment you rent will start counting from the date you sign the contract.” Luc Thua Da stared at me, his breathing gradually becoming heavy. “I have been preparing for a long time.” “After I decided to move out, I started preparing.” “How many days has it been since you won the award?” “17 days.” “17 days.” He repeated it again, as if this number was wild. “5 years of marriage, 3 years of recovery, did you use 17 days to decide you don't need it anymore?” I sat down on the chair next to the window. "In the agreement there is no property dispute. The house belongs to you, I only get the office and savings before getting married. The joint account will be divided in half based on the current balance." “You think I care about the house?” “Then tell the lawyer to set the conditions.” “I didn't give it.” Luc Thua Da threw the agreement on the floor. Papers were flying everywhere. “Kieu Tranh, you came today to see me lying here signing papers?” “You can handle it after you leave the hospital.” "Now that you're injured, I just left. What the people outside said weren't wrong at all." I bent down to pick up the documents. “Which people?”