Chapter 8 — My Driver is No. 1 Young Master in the Capital

Bach Tan's phone rang in the middle of the night, the urgent sound made him jump out of bed immediately. The name Dang Huu Khiem appeared on the screen, an after-hours call that only happened when there was a real emergency.

"Young master." Dang Huu Khiem's voice trembled so much that Bach Tan immediately realized something was wrong. "Mr. Bach Nhan... Mr. Bach Nhan is in emergency at the hospital. The doctor said he was poisoned and his condition is very critical."

Bach Tan felt cold all over. Cung Bach Nhan, his only younger brother, whom he always tried to protect from all troubles in the family business, is now between life and death because of a poison of unknown origin.

"Before being hospitalized, did he eat or drink anything unusual?" Bach Tan asked urgently, trying to keep his voice calm even though his mind was spinning.

"He just attended a new partner launch party tonight, arranged by Vice President Luong himself." Dang Huu Khiem replied, his voice was also full of worry. "I had someone seal off the party scene, but I'm afraid traces will be difficult to find if someone intentionally erased it."

That detail made Bach Tan's heart tighten. A party arranged by Luong Ba Tuong, right at the time his younger brother was poisoned — could not have been a coincidence. But he didn't dare to rush to conclusions, because if he blamed the wrong person while he was confused, he could alert the real person behind it and lose his only chance to uncover the entire conspiracy.

"I'll be right there." He said, his voice regaining the necessary calm even though his heart was confused. He quickly changed clothes, not having time to notice that Bach Duong had woken up, standing at the door of the room looking at him with worried eyes.

"What's up?" She asked, noticing a rare look of panic on this always calm man's face.

Bach Tan paused for a second, considering keeping his identity a secret and the urgent need to go to the hospital immediately. In the end, the instinct to worry about his younger brother prevailed. "My younger brother was poisoned and is in the hospital. I have to go now."

"I'll go with you." Bach Duong said immediately, without hesitation, quickly putting on his coat. "Maybe I can help."

Bach Tan intended to refuse, but looking at her determined eyes, he knew that any refusal would be useless. The two rushed out of the apartment and drove straight to the city's largest private hospital - a place that was indirectly controlled by the Cung family but operated under a different name to avoid attracting attention.

Upon arriving, a group of people dressed in solemn black suits had gathered in the hospital hallway, their worried eyes unable to hide their suppressed panic. Cung Vinh Thanh stood in the middle, his face pale, his hands clenched until they turned white.

"Bach Tan." He called his son, his voice trembling rarely seen in a man who always maintained the demeanor of a powerful corporation president. "The doctor said they couldn't find any toxins in the boy's blood. Regular tests couldn't detect anything unusual, but his heart kept weakening and his blood pressure dropped uncontrollably."

Bach Tan clenched his fists, a feeling of helplessness welling up in his heart - a strange feeling for someone like him who always controls every situation. At that moment, Bach Duong stepped closer, her voice was calm but powerful.

In Bach Duong's mind, images of ancient medical books that her master had forced her to memorize since she was twelve appeared clearly - rare symptoms of poisoning, how to distinguish toxins through facial expressions, breathing, and pupil dilation. She walked faster, ignoring all the prying eyes around her, her mind only focusing on one thing: saving this person.

"Can I see the patient?" She asked, her eyes firmly looking straight at Cung Vinh Thanh.

He looked at her, a bit surprised by the appearance of a strange woman in this dangerous situation, but Bach Tan quickly spoke up. "Father, this is my wife. She is knowledgeable in medical arts. Please give her a chance."

In a moment of despair, Cung Vinh Thanh was no longer in the mood to interrogate further, just nodded and signaled the doctors to let Bach Duong go to the emergency room. The medical team was initially afraid of the intervention of an outsider, but with Cung Vinh Thanh's pleading eyes, they had to give in.

Bach Duong entered the emergency room and saw Cung Bach Nhan lying motionless on the hospital bed, his face pale, his lips bruised, and his breathing weak. She quickly felt his pulse, her eyes focused intently, her fingers gliding over each position on the young man's wrist with amazing proficiency.

"The pulse is dull, there are signs of toxins affecting the cardiovascular and nervous systems." She spoke, her voice decisive as if she were giving a highly professional diagnosis. "This is not an ordinary poison. It acts slowly and silently, exactly like traditional poisons that are carefully prepared to avoid detection through modern testing."

"Can you save it?" Cung Vinh Thanh asked, his voice full of hope and despair.

Bach Duong was silent for a moment, her mind quickly searched through all the traditional medical knowledge that she had learned since childhood. This type of poison, based on the symptoms, has similarities to an ancient poison that Bach Thao Duong once recorded in ancient medical books - a rare poison extracted from several unique herbs, only families with a long medical tradition know how to cure it.

"I need some special medicinal herbs, not available in regular hospitals." She said, took out her phone, and without hesitation dialed the number to call the person she trusted the most in this emergency situation. "Give me a few minutes."

Calls connect quickly. "Second senior brother, I need urgent help." Bach Duong spoke into the phone, her serious voice different from his usual gentleness. "Someone was hit by a poison similar to the toxin recorded in Co Doc Thien of Bach Thao Duong. I need you to immediately prepare a special antidote kit and bring it to Kim Son hospital within half an hour."

On the other end of the line, a man's voice rang out, calm but decisive. "Okay, I'll be there soon. Keep your patient's spirits up while you wait."

Bach Tan stood outside the emergency room, through the glass window, witnessing everything Bach Duong had just done - his proficiency in taking pulses, making diagnoses, and especially the recent call with a person called the powerful "second senior brother". In his heart, a feeling of worry for his younger brother mixed with a new surprise about his contract wife — clearly, she was not as simple as he thought.

"Who is she?" Cung Vinh Thanh asked softly, standing next to his son, his eyes never leaving Bach Duong through the glass window.

"I'm not sure I know everything about her, Dad." Bach Tan answered honestly, his voice had a rare bit of confusion. "But I believe she can save Bach Nhan."

Twenty minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing a simple jacket, carrying a small wooden box, hurried into the hospital and asked about Cung Bach Nhan's emergency room. That was Ton Khai Vu - Bach Duong's second senior brother, the head of the largest private hospital system in the capital, but at this moment he personally brought the family antidote to save people, without the slightest delay.

The entire hospital hallway silently watched, no one knew that tonight, a big secret of the Tham family was about to be partly revealed before the eyes of the most powerful Cung family in the capital.

Standing in the corner of the hallway, Cung Vinh Thanh quietly observed his daughter-in-law, whom he had known for less than a month, with a complicated feeling rising in his heart. He had lived long enough in the upper class to understand that people with the ability to appear at the right time and handle dangerous situations so expertly are rarely ordinary people. But he was also alert enough to realize that, whoever Bach Duong was, she saved his son in the most life-or-death moment — that deserved to be trusted, at least until there was evidence to the contrary.

He pulled out his phone and called the head of the group's internal security department, his voice low but decisive. "Block off all security cameras at the party venue tonight. No one can delete or edit any recordings, not even the vice president level. I want the full report on my desk by seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

That instruction, even though he did not say it out loud, was the first step in silently assisting his son in finding the true clues behind the poisoning - a hidden synergy between father and son that even Bach Tan had not yet realized at this time.