Chapter 15 — Nanny Counts Moles

Nurse Luong's eyes were bloodshot. "It's over?" "To the end, Giang Nghi still didn't know if the child she was carrying was her own child or not." "Manh Thanh was deceived for three years." "Two children, one was threatened, one was locked up." "Do you call that over?" Tran Bach Xuyen's face twitched. "If the hospital's reputation is destroyed, how many people will die with it." I stood at the door, looking at him across the street. smoke. "So you let the two children spend their lives instead of you?" He looked at me, his eyes finally revealing resentment. "Manh Thanh, if you don't prosecute, everyone can continue to live." I smiled coldly. "You keep that life for yourself." Flames rose up along the filing cabinet. The police tried to rush in but were pushed back by the heat blast. Tham Nghien suddenly grabbed the fire extinguisher next to the door, pulled the latch, and rushed into the fire. I was startled. He sprayed the fire extinguisher strongly at the base of the cabinet, white mist immediately filled it. Tran Bach Xuyen took advantage of the chaos and rushed towards the window. That place connects to the maintenance floor outside the old building. The police immediately gave chase. I rushed to the filing cabinet, endured the heat and pulled out the unburned papers. Nurse Luong also rushed to help. A sheet of paper with yellowed baby footprints slid out of the clipboard. There are two codes on it. A0317-01. A0317-02. At the bottom of the page there is also a handwritten note. The codes of three newborn girls were disturbed, the third baby was temporarily moved to the monitoring room, and was not recorded in the abnormal records. My head exploded, it went blank. Three newborn baby girls. Not two. Phung Ngoc Cam said it was not one child that was mistakenly carried, but two. But this piece of paper told me that there was a third child involved that night. I raised my head to look at nurse Luong. Her face was pale, as if it was the first time she saw these words. Suddenly there was a scream of terror outside the building. Tran Bach Xuyen was restrained at the edge of the maintenance floor. He held tightly to the railing, shouting at me. "Do you think you're done finding the files?" "The third child died a long time ago!" Tham Nghien raised his head in the smoke, the blood on his face immediately drained away. I looked at him. “You know who the third child is, right?” He didn't answer. But the moment of his silence was more terrifying than any answer. 16 Tham Nghien's silence was like a hand squeezing my throat. I stared at him, I couldn't even hear the crackling sound of the door frame being burned by fire. "I've known for a long time." His lips trembled but he didn't immediately deny it. Nurse Luong grabbed me, her voice urgently breaking. "Go out first. The papers are in hand, only those who are alive will be useful." The police pulled Tran Bach Xuyen back from the maintenance floor. He was pressed to the ground, his face pressed against the dirt, still laughing. "Manh Thanh, it's useless for you to ask him now." "The words he signed were clearer than every word I said." Tham Nghien, as if being whipped, suddenly raised his head. "Shut up." Tran Bach Xuyen smiled even colder. "That year when you begged me not to tell her, your attitude was not like this." The smoke became thicker and thicker. I held the paper with my footprints printed on it and was pushed downstairs by the police to evacuate. The staircase was filled with dark gray smoke, and the wall paint was heated to the point of curling up. I coughed and tightened the corner of the paper. The note about the third little girl on it was like a red-hot needle stabbing me in the eye. The codes of three newborn girls with the disorder. The third baby was temporarily moved into the monitoring room. Irregularities are not recorded in the minutes. If it wasn't recorded, where did she go then? If she really died, who signed it? If she hadn't died, where would she have been for the past three years? The courtyard downstairs is chaotic. Mrs. Giang was pressed next to the car by plainclothes police, still refusing to bow her head. She screamed at me: “Manh Thanh, aunt

"You kept it for three years, just wait to be sued." I didn't pay attention to her. My eyes only looked for Tieu Man. Tan Man hugged Tieu Man and stood next to the police car. Tieu Man's face was full of tears, her hair was tangled in her face, and she was still holding the old rabbit in her heart. Seeing me, she struggled to get down. "Mom." I rushed forward and hugged her tightly. The little body trembled violently. Suddenly, my fingers grabbed my collar as if I was afraid that if I let go, I would disappear. I kissed her forehead, my voice so hoarse that it almost didn't look like me. "Mom, I'm here." "I'm taking you home." An An stood next to nurse Luong. She just looked at me and Tieu Man, her eyes were so quiet that it made people feel sad. Her short hair was gray with smoke, three small dots behind her ears stood out on her pale skin I saw An An and suddenly reached out. "Mom, take her too." My heart ached. I squatted down and reached out to An An. "Come here." An An looked at my hand, but didn't immediately move. Phung Ngoc Cam held her bleeding arm, standing not far away. Her voice was very soft. "An An, go away." At that moment, An An slowly stepped forward and placed her cold hand on my palm. One of my hands held Tieu Man, one hand leading An An.