Chapter 21 — My husband stole my research results and gave them to his juniors

Bow deeply before me.

“Doctor Ha.”

“Thank you.”

I slightly leaned to the side to avoid that bow.

“What I should be thankful for…”

“It's because your mother has overcome death's door.”

“And thank you too…”

“Because yesterday you finally put down the knife.”

The man raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

“I will use the law to demand justice.”

I nodded.

“It is the strongest blade.”

I turned around and left the hospital building. The morning sunlight shines through the glass door. Behind me... Medical records have been sealed, powers have been frozen and names have just been returned to their rightful places. Ahead of me... Are new projects, a new team... And a future that finally... I no longer have to endure. One month later, the official investigation conclusions were announced. Patient number 3 left the Intensive Care Department and moved to the regular hospital room to continue treatment. Kidney function still needs long-term monitoring. But lives were saved. The day the family received the written explanation and compensation plan from the hospital, the man brought his mother to find me. The old woman is still in a wheelchair. But the spirit is much better than before. She took my hand. Eyes filled with tears.

“Doctor Ha.”

“Thank you for not leaving us vaguely unjustly wronged.”

I squatted down in front of her.

“The person who deserves to be thanked the most... is you.”

“It was you who signed the pre-operative refusal form.”

“That piece of paper…”

"Your rights have been retained."

The man gave me a thank you flag. There are no flowery words on it. Write only eight words: Maintain boundaries, protect lives. I take it. That's the only thanks in all this time that I'm willing to accept. The hospital's investigation results... More serious than everyone imagined. Tuong Van Chu was dismissed from his position in the department, had all management rights in the hospital revoked, and the violations were transferred to the judiciary and management agencies for further handling. Diep Thu was disqualified from reviewing titles, all fake records were revoked, and was suspended from practicing and awaiting further handling. Tuong Van Chu's mother stole the key to the medical file cabinet, distributed false images, and obstructed the investigation process, so she was also handled according to the law. Topics that were once hidden in hidden folders... Finally returned to their rightful owners one by one. Tran Nghien's topic on caring for diabetic foot patients was submitted. The nurse's scoring sheet warning of the risk of pressure ulcers had her title reinstated. The previous disciplinary decision because she thought she lost documents was also canceled. The hospital publicly apologized to all staff. The director stood on the podium and spoke. Heavy voice.

“Ability…”

“Cannot become a reason to deprive others of their achievements.”

“Youth…”

“It cannot become an excuse to take credit.”

“Management...”

“It cannot become a cover for misappropriation.”

“What about patient safety…”

"And we can't give way to anyone's title or future."

The auditorium below was very quiet. But this time... That silence is no longer oppressive compressed. Everyone is listening. I don't sit in the audience. But sitting in the front row next door, as an independent expert. On the name tag on my chest... The name of the old department is no longer written. Provincial Pain Management Center - Multi-center project leader. Professor Tan gave me the official appointment letter.

“Doctor Ha.”

“Welcome.”

“Her original treatment procedure will be included in the Center's project.”

“Contraindications, post-treatment monitoring model and risk control table…”

“Not even a single word will be erased.”

I received the appointment letter.

“I only have one request.”

Professor Tan smiled.

"I know."

“Every single participant…”

“Everyone must have their correct name written.”

I also smiled.

"That's right."

“A name…”

“It's not just an honor.”

“But it's also a responsibility.”

The last time Tuong Van Chu met me... It was in front of the gate of the Civil Affairs Department. He looked visibly haggard. Beards and mustaches are not shaved. Dark eye circles. Holding the divorce agreement in hand. In the end... He no longer had the appearance of a Homeroom teacher anymore.

“Thanh Hoa.”

“I signed it.”

I received the agreement. Flip to the last page. The signature is very clear. In my heart... There was no wavering at all.

“Asset division…”

“It will be resolved according to the correct order by the court and lawyers.”

“Every amount of money you transferred…”

“It will all be recovered.”

Tuong Van Chu smiled bitterly.

“Do you have to be that obvious?”

I closed the file.

"Of course."

“I wasn't alert enough before, which made you think I was easy to bully.”

Tuong Van Chu looked at me, his eyes finally showing a bit of regret that came too late.

"If you hadn't given the topic to Diep Thu that year, would we not have come to today?"

I shook my head.