Chapter 19 — My husband stole my research results and gave them to his juniors

“Why am I the only one who signed?”

The director looked straight at him.

“Then investigate everything.”

“Who ever signed things that shouldn't have been signed?”

“Then that person must be responsible.”

Professor Tan sat next to him, his voice extremely deep.

“Medicine is not someone's private income and expenditure book.”

“Scientific research is not a distribution list in the hands of a Dean.”

“Today…”

“Fortunately, Dr. Ha was able to preserve the evidence.”

“If not…”

“Patients, young doctors and nurses...”

“We will all have to bear the consequences for you.”

I did not respond to that compliment. Just turned to ask about the situation in the Resuscitation Department.

“How is the patient in room number 3 now?”

Director Luong returned from answering the phone outside the door.

“A higher level of treatment has been implemented.”

“The Nephrology Department and the Intensive Care Department are both on duty to monitor.”

“Currently... the worst outcome has not yet come.”

The man, a patient's family member, leaned against the wall, his eyes dry from exhaustion. I walked in front of him.

“Your mother's refusal record has been recovered.”

“It will become important evidence.”

The man asked hoarsely.

“Can my mother... still wake up?”

I don't offer any false consolations.

“The doctors will try their best to save her.”

“But you also have to try your best to keep the things that need to be kept.”

“Sealed medical records, medication records, photos, refusal records... absolutely no one will touch them again.”

The man nodded.

“I listen to the doctor.”

Tuong Van Chu's mother suddenly sat down on the chair and burst into tears.

“I just helped my son get the key.”

“I didn't know things were that serious.”

I looked at her.

“When you spread defamatory news about me…”

“She knew very well what she was doing.”

“When you stole the key to the medical filing cabinet…”

“She also knows who she is helping.”

“Don't use motherly love to justify malice.”

Tuong Van Chu's mother's cries immediately stopped. Two police officers took her to the next room to take her statement. Finally... Tuong Van Chu was also really scared. He stood up and tried to chase. But was stopped by security.

“Thanh Hoa.”

For the first time... There was pleading in his voice.

“You are wrong.”

“I can return the results of my research to you.”

“Property... you can also give it up.”

“Please…”

“Don't drag your mother into this.”

I looked at him.

“When you used my mother to threaten me…”

“Have you ever thought about not bringing her in?”

“When you let your mother defame me…”

“Have you ever thought about not bringing her in?”

“Now it's her turn to suffer the consequences…”

“Then I remember she is my mother.”

“Tuong Van Chu.”

“My love…”

“Just like this marriage.”

“Only appears when you need it.”

Tuong Van Chu's face completely lost all color. Right at that moment. The Resuscitation Doctor pushed the door open again. Everyone stood up at the same time. The doctor took off his mask. The voice was tired but very clear.

“The patient's indicators have begun to stabilize again.”

“For now... it's on hold.”

The legs of the man, the patient's family member, were soft. I almost fell to my knees. I gently closed my eyes. The rock still weighs heavy in my heart... Even though it's not yet complete it all fell down. But in the end it eased up a bit. As for Tuong Van Chu... It was like all his strength was drained. The patient is still alive. The evidence is still there. But he... There was no longer any excuse to bury everything in darkness. Patient number 3 escaped critical condition at 5 a.m. the next day. When the Resuscitation Doctor came out, everyone in the hallway had been awake all night, their eyes bloodshot from fatigue. The man, a family member of the patient, helped the old woman stand next to him. When he heard the four words "vital signs are stable", he immediately sat down on the ground and burst into tears. I stood not far away, not stepping forward to receive that gratitude. I know... The patient was able to survive thanks to the Intensive Care Department, the Nephrology Department, the Surgery Department and the entire nursing team who fought for life all night long. What I did... I just put it back on the directions table that was intentionally erased. As soon as it was morning, the hospital officially issued an internal notice. Tuong Van Chu was suspended from his position and right to practice. Diep Thu was suspended from all clinical activities. All relevant clinical protocols are discontinued. Medical records, medication records, photos, exchange minutes and all paper documents of the patient in room number 3 were sealed. Related research topics, funding flows and changes in title rights are all subject to specialized investigation. When the notice was posted... The front door of the department was filled with people. The young doctors and nurses who bowed their heads in patience... One by one saw their names re-registered. Tran Nghien holds an application to supplement documents. Red eyes.

“Doctor Ha.”

“Thank you.”

I shook my head.

“Thank yourself.”

“I have the original notes.”

“Have email backup.”

“There are sets of data that I personally collected from each hospital bed.”

“I just reminded you to bring them out.”

The nurse in charge of the topic of warning about the risk of pressure ulcers also stepped forward.

“Before, I always thought…”