Chapter 22 — My husband stole my research results and gave them to his juniors

At that moment, Director Luong walked out of the surgery area. After hearing those words, his face was as black as iron.

“Extract the entire video recording of the pre-operative discussion.”

The head nurse immediately went to handle it. Diep Thu began to panic.

“I won't sign for you!”

“I just... just filled out the form provided.”

I raised my eyes to look at her.

“The available form... cannot be signed by the patient.”

Diep Thu cried while explaining.

“I was in too much of a hurry that day.”

“Before noon, all documents for approval must be added.”

"Mr. Tuong said to upload it first, signing additional documents later is no different."

Tuong Van Chu immediately shouted and interrupted.

“Don't blame everything on me!”

Diep Thu replied shrilly:

“Isn't it you who urged me?”

“I said today's surgery must become your clinical case!”

"You also said that as long as this case is successful, my application for a position will definitely be approved!"

She trembled and opened the phone.

“The entire message remains!”

Tuong Van Chu's face immediately darkened. He rushed forward to grab the phone. But the security guard immediately stood in front of him. The Head of the Discipline Inspection Department coldly spoke:

“Temporarily seal this phone.”

At that moment, Diep Thu seemed to see the last life-saving straw. She quickly handed over the phone.

“I cooperate.”

“I... I was tricked by him.”

I stood next to it. His eyes remained calm. I understand Diep Thu very well. When things go well, she always calls Mr. Tuong. When something happens... Every sentence is:

"He told me to do it."

No matter who says it. She still knows very well... What she holds in her hand does not belong to her. The Director turned to the Legal Department.

“Immediately notify the approval system and the Department of Health.”

“Stop the entire process of reviewing this application.”

"At the same time, the hospital officially launched an investigation into the serious medical safety incident."

In the end, Tuong Van Chu could no longer keep calm.

“Director, there's no need to make it that big.”

“Currently the patient is stable.”

“The signing has not yet been verified.”

The director looked at him coldly.

“Just now, right in front of the patient's family…”

“You even put all the responsibility on a doctor who quit his job.”

“Do you still want me to trust your judgment now?”

Tuong Van Chu's lips moved slightly. But couldn't say a word. At that moment... The head nurse returned with the tablet.

“The video recording of the pre-operative discussion has been extracted.”

On the screen... Diep Thu stood next to the hospital bed, speaking very quickly. The patient lies on the bed. An older woman sat next to him. From start to finish... Diep Thu only explained the common risks of surgery. There was absolutely no mention of adjusting the pain relief process. There is also no mention of contraindications for patients with abnormal kidney function. At the end of the video... Diep Thu took a bunch of papers and left. In the part where the family member signs... Only the consent form for surgery appears. There is absolutely no Consent to apply clinical procedures. The man's eyes immediately became terrifyingly red.

“What do you think my mother is?”

“Turn her into a tool for this woman to consider her position?”

Diep Thu retreated in fear after.

“No… that's not…”

“I don't want to hurt anyone.”

I suddenly spoke up.

“I don't want to hurt anyone…”

“That doesn't mean you've never harmed anyone.”

The entire hallway immediately fell silent. I looked straight at Diep Thu. Say each word clearly.

“Clinical medicine is not the place to paint a thesis.”

“Patients are also not a line of achievement on your resume.”

“I don't understand... you can study.”

“I don't know... you can ask.”

“If you want to improve... you can also go a little slower.”

“But you have no right to use other people's achievements as a stepping stone.”

"You have no right to risk the patient's safety for your future."

“You are wrong.”

“It's not just because of that one topic.”

“But every time you force me to give in.”

“Every time you force me to hold back.”

“Every time you make me bear the burden for someone else.”

“Every time you forced me to personally erase my name from my own life.”

I looked at him, slowly saying each word.

“Tuong Van Chu, marriage is not a sacrifice.”

"Love is not an authorization letter for you to rob me."

Tuong Van Chu bowed his head and didn't say a word for a long time. I turned around and left. His voice came from behind.

“Thanh Hoa.”

“Are you really not going to turn back again?”

I paused for a second. But don't turn back.

“I've turned around too many times.”

“This time, I will move forward.”

Three months later, the multi-center project launch conference was held in the provincial capital. I stood on the podium and opened the first slide. On the screen are no longer altered names. Project leader: Ha Thanh Hoa. Below the list of cooperative members, the names of each doctor, each nurse and each data processing employee are written neatly and completely. Tran Nghien sat in the auditorium, her eyes red. The nurse also came, holding her own project documents in her hand. Professor Tan sat in the appraisal council row, smiling and nodding. My voice is clear and steady.

“The first principle of clinical treatment is patient safety.”

“The first principle of scientific research is genuine ownership.”

“Any system, any group or any relationship is not allowed to stand on those two principles.”

When the applause rang out, I didn't remember Tuong Van Chu. I also don't remember that stuffy meeting room. I only remember the night shifts I stayed up, the manuscripts I edited and revised, and the follow-up follow-up forms I signed myself. It's not all in vain. In the end, they also took on the name that belonged to them to get to where they were supposed to go. After the conference, I received the final document from the hospital. All achievements that were appropriated have had their title rights restored. All related funds have officially started recovery procedures. Compensation for patient room number 3 has been fully implemented. The case of Tuong Van Chu and Diep Thu has also entered the next stage of proceedings. I turned off email. Outside the window, the sunlight is beautiful. On the phone, my mother sent me a photo. In the garden of the nursing home, she sat on a rattan chair in the sun, smiling peacefully. I looked at the picture That photo, in the bottom of his eyes, finally showed gentleness. I put my phone in my pocket and walked towards the new meeting room. There was someone waiting for me at the door.

“Director Ha, can the next consultation begin yet?”

I raised my head.

“Let's begin.”

This time, my name was written on the sign in front of the door. And also carved into my own destiny.