Chapter 9 — Medals Are Not For You

But after he won the championship, the first thing that was erased was the traces of my existence as a recovery specialist. When I got home, I opened the office's official website that had been covered in dust for a long time. The homepage still stops at three years ago. *[Kieu Tranh Sports Rehabilitation Department temporarily stops accepting patients.]* I deleted the two words "temporarily suspended" and re-edited the notice. *[The appointment schedule will be reopened next month.]* ### 4 Three days later, Luc Thua Da returned home. During those three days, news of the documentary's broadcast being postponed spread everywhere. Someone spread the news online that the champion's wife was dissatisfied with the team doctor claiming credit, demanding royalties at an exorbitant price, leading to the club's media project being stalled. The article did not mention my name, but the comment section completely stripped my background. Someone discovered that my office had been inactive for three years, so they concluded that I had left the industry a long time ago. “A full-time housewife, just filming a few videos of her husband exercising, still dares to call herself a core rehabilitation doctor?” “If you're so good, why don't you go train another champion?” "My husband just won the championship and is busy competing for credit. No wonder people would rather thank the team doctor than thank her." Phuong Kha called me twice, saying that the club was handling it and hoped I wouldn't respond for the time being. I don't respond. I'm busy sorting through medical records from the past three years. After the office reopened for appointments, I received 17 consultations, of which 9 were just reporters pretending to be patients to get information, 4 were not consistent with my professional orientation, and the remaining 4 patients booked their first consultation. The past three years have not passed in vain. But the career market won't automatically hold a place for me just because I accompanied my husband through recovery. When Luc Thua Ye walked in the door, I was reviewing a video evaluation of a football player's knee joint. Seeing the computer placed on the dining table, he calmed down, but did not actively start a conversation. Waiting for the video to end, he spoke up: "Are you sick again?" "YES." “Why don't you discuss it with me?” “Need to discuss?” He put down his workout bag. "Home is not suitable for a clinic. Patients come in and out, which will affect our lives." “The preliminary examination will be online, but offline I will rent another location.” “Are you done renting yet?” “Watching.” Luc Thua Da pulled out a chair and sat across from me. After three days of not seeing him, the dark circles under his eyes were darker than the night he won the championship. "On the online issue, Phuong Kha has already contacted the platforms to cool down." "Yes." “Don't look at the comments.” “See it.” He examined my face, as if trying to guess whether I would continue to make a fuss or not. "The club has agreed to edit the film according to my request. Tong Han's interview will be recorded in its entirety, and my name will be ranked first in the medical team." “What about the scope of authorization?” “Legislation will send the contract back.” After he finished speaking, he stopped for a moment. “Are you satisfied now?” I was recording the patient's movement problems, and the pen did not stop. “Wait until the contract is sent and then see.” Luc Thua Da stared at me. “I won.” I raised my head. “Win what?” "The documentary has been edited, the media department gave in to me, and Tong Han also proactively asked to withdraw. I have everything I want." His voice was faint, it was impossible to hear whether he was happy or angry. "Last night I had to film all three interview segments until 3 a.m. This morning during practice, the sponsor suddenly canceled the survey, saying we had to wait for public opinion to calm down." “It's been hard for you.” “Kieu Tranh.” He tried to suppress his voice.