Chapter 6 — Nanny Counts Moles

"Miss Manh, don't misunderstand. This is a form the police need to check again, I'm just handing it over on their behalf." I didn't step forward. The hallway was filled with people, the hospital room window was right behind me. I know now that if I rush in to rob, I will be the first to lose control. I took out my phone and called Tan Man directly. Tran Bach Xuyen saw my movements, his voice was still gentle. "You can find a lawyer, you can also report to the police." "But the longer something goes on, the less good it is for the child." I turned on the speakerphone. Tan Man answered the phone very quickly. "Where are you?" I said: "Patient room of Nhan An Hospital. Tran Bach Xuyen is in front of me, in his hand is Tieu Man's hair." The other end of the line was silent for a second. Tan Man immediately said: "Don't follow him into any closed room. Stand under the camera and wait for me to arrive." Tran Bach Xuyen sighed softly. "Lawyer Tan is still so careful." My heart sank. "You know her?" Tan Man's voice suddenly turned cold. "Tran Bach Xuyen, you better not touch my client." Tran Bach Xuyen smiled. "I just want to invite Ms. Manh to find out the truth." I looked at him. "The truth does not need you to invite me to find out in private." "Whoever transferred the medical records should hand it over." Tran Bach Xuyen raised his hand. I looked at my watch. "Mr. Tham has signed the power of attorney." "He is the child's guardian, also your husband." I said: "That is my birth medical record, he has no right to take it away arbitrarily." His eyes slightly paused. I continued: "You're a doctor, you can't help but know." The staff inside the hospital room window still bowed their heads and pretended to be busy. But her hand holding the pen clearly stopped. Tran Bach Xuyen took a step closer, lowering his voice. "Three years ago you had a severe hemorrhage on the operating table, many things you didn't see with your own eyes." "Now you protect that child because you think it definitely belongs to you." I tightened my grip on the phone. "She is my daughter." "From the first day she was born, she was my daughter." Tran Bach Xuyen looked at me as if assessing my reaction. "What if it's not?" I smiled. cold. "Then it's not your turn to use tying your hair and counting moles to scare her." As soon as this sentence ended, the gentle expression on his face finally faded a bit. He looked behind me. I followed his eyes and turned my head. Tham Nghien stood at the door of the hospital room, holding a kraft paper bag in his hand. Obviously he heard what we just said. The bottom of his eyes were full of blood, his clothes were still the same as yesterday. "Thanh Thanh, let's find a place to talk." I looked at the bag in his hand. "Give me the medical records." He didn't move. "The things inside, after seeing it, you won't be able to stand it." I suddenly felt paranoid. "I can stand heavy bleeding." "Withstand three years of working and raising children." "Withstand the fact that you brought Phung Ngoc Cam into the house." "What I can't stand is up to now." Now you still treat me like a fool.” Tham Nghien's face turned pale. Tran Bach Xuyen, standing next to him, slowly spoke up. "Ms. Manh, that year the obstetrics department actually had a wrong baby handover." "But the mistake was discovered very quickly." "The hospital handled it internally, with no serious consequences." I asked: "Which baby was mistaken?" Tran Bach Xuyen did not answer. Tham Nghien's hand holding the file bag tightened even more. I stared at him. "Is Tieu Man your child?" His lips moved slightly. "I don't know." My eyes went dark. Not for the answer. But because you hid it from me for so long, in the end you just told me something I didn't know. Tan Man called my name on the phone. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stand firmly. "Then let's do the appraisal." Tham Nghien suddenly raised his head. Tran Bach Xuyen also looked at me. I said: "You and Tieu Man will do it." "Right now,

in front of lawyers and police, taking samples according to the official process." Tham Nghien's expression did not relax at all. Tran Bach Xuyen said softly: "Are you sure you want to do that?" "If the results are not what you want, what should the child do?" I said every word: "What the child should do, it's up to me to decide." "It's not your turn to decide." At that moment, my phone rang again. It was still that strange number. This time what was sent was not a photo. It was a photo. ten-second video. In the video, Phung Ngoc Cam sat on a chair at the police station, bowed his head and said to the camera. "Manh Thanh, don't believe Tran Bach Xuyen." "That year, it was not one child." "It was two children." The video suddenly ended there. I looked up at Tran Bach Xuyen. The smile on his face completely disappeared. The blood on his face gradually disappeared The security guard was walking towards us. Tran Bach Xuyen put his hand in his pocket, clutching the sealed hair bag. He said: "Miss Manh, you better give me the phone now."08 I didn't take a step back, leaning against the window of the hospital room.