Chapter 7 — Medals Are Not For You

“Miss Kieu, I didn't know.” “Now you know.” “I will go find Phuong Kha and ask to delete my interview.” “You need to clearly explain the phase you are responsible for, you don't need to delete everything.” Tong Han was stunned. “Are you still willing to let me take pictures?” "You've finished your work, of course you can go on camera." She was silent for a moment, closing the lid of the gold medal box. “Last night when Mr. Luc gave me the medal, I was quite happy.” She frankly admitted. "I know I've only been with the team for seven months, but those seven months are very tiring. He has a bad temper. Whenever he's in pain, he refuses to cooperate. Before the tournament, he constantly changes plans. I thought at least he saw my efforts." “He saw it.” “But when I got back to the hotel, the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was wrong.” Tong Han looked at the box. "This gold medal is so heavy. So heavy that when I wear it, it's like I'm carrying three years of someone else's youth on my body." She stood up and asked permission to leave. At the door, she turned around and asked: "You really didn't come to the treatment evaluation this afternoon?" “Don't go.” "This morning, Mr. Luc's condition is not very good. His left back thigh is tight. Coach Chu told me to ask for your opinion." “Did he drink last night?” “Drink two glasses of red wine.” “How was your sleep?” “Only slept three and a half hours.” I took my phone and sent his recovery plan to Tong Han's work account. "Cancel explosive strength training today, do low-intensity cycling for 20 minutes, then do centrifugal stretching exercises. Specific parameters are in the handover table." Tong Han received the file, but did not immediately leave. “Did you personally monitor these things every day before?” "YES." “No rest days?” I thought for a bit. “If he rests, I rest.” “What about your own patient?” “Reception stopped a long time ago.” She said in a low voice: "No wonder the Communications Department told you not to be considered an employee of the club." After the door closed, the room fell silent. At two o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the club. In the meeting room were the legal department, Communications Director Phuong Kha, delegation leader Trieu Quang and the documentary producer. Luc Thua Da did not come. Phuong Kha poured me water first. "Miss Kieu, last night everyone was having so much fun that there were some details that we didn't have time to pay attention to. You and Mr. Luc are husband and wife, we really didn't expect there to be such a clear separation in terms of documents." “Husband and wife, does not mean he has the right to sign commercial authorization on my behalf.” The legal department pushes pre-printed documents through. "We have understood your request. The registration section can be added, at the end of the film 'Early stage recovery advisor Kieu Tranh' will be added, and relevant media channels will also be updated synchronously." “Early stage recovery counselor?” I turned to the list of crew members. Tong Han is listed as "The person in charge of core restoration". Two other members of the medical team also have their own titles. My name was ranked after the living assistant and the driver. Phuong Kha coughed lightly. “Mainly because of the consideration that you did not sign an official lease contract with the club.” “There is no contract, so my materials are free to use, right?” “Of course that's not what it means.” The producer interjected: "Miss Kieu, the documentary is about Luc Thua Ye's rising spirit, the restoration team is just a supporting line. Now if we cut and re-edit the entire thing, the broadcast schedule and sponsors will all be affected. We can pay you a fee to use the material, how do you feel about 150,000 yuan?" I pushed the quote back. “Using the treatment diary and office materials without permission, 150,000 yuan buys out the copyright forever?”