Chapter 7 — Nanny Counts Moles

Tan Man spoke seriously on the phone: "Manh Thanh, turn on the camera and point it at them." I immediately switched to video calling. Tran Bach Xuyen's face appears in the frame. His steps stopped. Two guards also stopped at a position three meters away from me. Many patients and family members in the hallway looked over. Tran Bach Xuyen quickly regained his composure. "Miss Manh, you misunderstood." "I'm worried that you were deceived by information of unknown origin." I held the phone firmly. "Then explain." "Why can Phung Ngoc Cam send me a video from the police station?" "Why do you have my daughter's hair in your hand?" "Why can Tham Nghien and you transfer my medical records?" Tham Nghien lowered his voice and said: "Thanh Thanh, first Don't make a big deal out of it." I looked at him. "Are you afraid of making a big deal of it, or afraid of the truth being exposed?" His eyes avoided as if being stabbed in pain. Tran Bach Xuyen waved his hand at the guard. "It's okay, you two go down first." The guard did not leave immediately. It wasn't until he took another look that the two of them turned around and left. Tan Man said: “I'm on my way.” “Manh Thanh, don't leave the public area.” I said okay. Tran Bach Xuyen suddenly took out the sealed bag from his shirt pocket and placed it on the counter next to the stream. "If you're so interested, I can show you." He pushed the bag forward. I don't touch. A few strands of hair in the bag were wrapped in thin thread, and at the roots of the hair there were still a few small white dots. My stomach rolled. "Where does this come from?" Tran Bach Xuyen said: "Phung Ngoc Cam gave it to me." "She said the child's hair loss was severe recently, and wanted me to see if it was a hair follicle problem." I stared at him. "Do you think I will believe this reason?" He sighed. "If you don't believe, I have no choice." I turned my head to look at Tham Nghien. "Do you believe?" Tham Nghien didn't say. This silence was enough to say everything. I reached for the file bag. Instinctively, Tham Nghien stepped back to avoid it. The last bit of softness in me disappeared. "Tham Nghien, give it to me." "If not, I will ask the police to intervene now, accusing you of hiding medical documents." Finally, he gave me the file bag. When my hand touched the mouth of the bag, he suddenly held the other end. "Thanh Thanh, I don't want to hurt you." I looked at his hand. "I've already hurt you." He slowly let go. I opened the file bag. Inside were copies of surgical records, nursing records, newborn handover slips, and several pages of unusual minutes kept separately. The first thing I saw was my name. Manh Thanh, blood loss during cesarean section. Female newborn, postnatal assessment scores were normal. The bracelet number is A0317-02. On the next page, the name of another pregnant woman is written. Giang Nghi. Female newborn, bracelet number A0317-01. I continued to flip down. At 3:15 a.m., the newborn ward lost power for a short time, and three minutes later the backup power was restored. At 3:19 a.m., the nurse discovered that the arms of two newborns had fallen off. At 3:27 a.m., doctor on duty Tran Bach Xuyen signed off for treatment. In the processing results section there is only one sentence. After the family confirms, put the bracelet back on. I raised my head to look at Tran Bach Xuyen. "Who confirmed?" Tran Bach Xuyen said: "My family was present that year." I looked at Tham Nghien. His lips turned white. "That's when I received the notice and ran over." "The nurse told me to look at the child." "The two children are so similar, I can't tell them apart at all." My voice was choked. "So you signed?" He nodded sadly. "They said it was just the bracelet slipped, not the wrong one." "Dean Tran also said there was no problem." I looked at Tran Bach Xuyen. "So what about Giang Nghi's family?" Tran

Bach Xuyen was expressionless. "They also confirmed." I continued flipping through the file. But Giang Nghi's confirmation page has been withdrawn. The clip marks are still there, but the paper is gone. I took a photo of the missing page. Tran Bach Xuyen frowned. "You can't arbitrarily take pictures of hospital documents." I said: "This is a document related to my medical record." "If you have any comments, tell the police." At this time, the hospital staff suddenly called out in a low voice: "Miss Manh." I looked at her. She pushed a note out from under the window. The movements were very fast, as if afraid of being seen by others. I used the file to cover it, bowed my head and glanced over. On the paper was written: Don't look here, go to the old file warehouse on the third floor to find nurse Luong. I held the piece of paper tightly in the palm of my hand. Tran Bach Xuyen seemed to detect her movements, his cold eyes swept over. The employee immediately bowed his head. Tham Nghien was still explaining. "Then I did the appraisal just because I wanted to confirm." "When the results came back, I also collapsed." I asked: "If Tieu Man is not your child, why didn't you tell me?" His eyes turned red. "Because I'm afraid you're not her mother." My breathing stopped for a moment. He continued: "I'm afraid that as soon as I open my mouth, this family will no longer exist."