Chapter 6 — Medals Are Not For You

“Who provided the original documents?” “Master Luc.” “Is the file creator and videographer information still there?” The other end of the line was silent for a bit. “Some of it is still there.” “I will go to the club this afternoon.” "Miss Kieu, this morning Mr. Luc has a recovery schedule and has to attend an interview this afternoon. Or should we wait for him to be free, the three of us together..." "This is a copyright issue between me and the club, there's no need to wait for him." I hung up. Three years before deciding to help Luc Thua Da recover full-time, I resigned from my old office but kept my personal office. The equipment, software and filing systems used in the early stages of recovery were largely purchased by the office. Later, the club rearranged the medical team. To facilitate handover, I uploaded part of the documents to the internal server, but I never went through the procedures to transfer copyright or commercial use rights. At ten o'clock in the morning, I logged into my office's cloud management system. The account reported having a strange device logged in two months ago. In the download history, there are 173 video files, 42 stage reports and 9 sets of training lesson plans that have been exported in bulk. The login device belongs to the Club's Media Department. The authorized account is a shared account of Luc Thua Da's family. I saved this entire history. The doorbell rang while I was rearranging evidence. Tong Han stood outside the door, carrying a black box. “Miss Kieu.” She was wearing a team uniform, there were light dark circles under her eyes, clearly she hadn't slept well all night. I opened the door. After entering the house, she placed the box on the tea table. Inside is that gold medal. “Mr. Luc told me to bring it over.” “Just take it home.” Tong Han pursed her lips. "Last night I intended to take it off, but at that time Mr. Luc was too excited, the media surrounded me. If my actions were too big, people would write nonsense." "I know." She looked at me, as if she didn't expect me to be so calm. “You're right to be angry.” “I'm not angry with you.” “But the documentary…” “Have you seen the finished version?” Tong Han nodded, then shook his head again. "I've only watched the 20-minute part related to the medical team. The media department told me to read the script to record a few more interviews, saying it was to match the images of the different stages." “Who wrote the script?” “Director Phuong and everyone.” She opened her phone and looked for the electronic manuscript. “Is there a problem?” I took it. In the interview script, Tong Han used the first person to recount the experience of the first time Luc Thua Da left the support device, the first time running slowly, the first time failing to accelerate. When in reality at that time, she was basically not in the country. There is a particularly familiar sentence. *[The third time he tried to walk unaided, I didn't support him. Because the first step in the recovery process is to let the patient believe in his own legs.]* This sentence comes from my treatment diary. That day, Luc Thua Da fell over, knocking over the shelf of medical equipment next to him. His eyes were red and he asked me why it didn't help. I squatted in front of him, adjusting the pendulum rolling under my feet. “You have to trust your legs first, then I can believe that you still want to get back on the track.” After that, he copied this sentence and pasted it at the head of the bed. Now, it is included in Tong Han's interview script, preparing to be used to overwrite my old video. After Tong Han read the paragraph I pointed out, her face gradually changed. “The media department told me that this is the collective record of the medical team.” “What else did they say to you?” "Say that you are a family member, in the first stage of care, you will return some living documents, and agree to provide all of them to the club." She put her phone away.