Chapter 6 — The Conspiracy Behind the Report

“It's not my fault.” The boy didn't cry. Just said very softly: "Then I won't wait for you anymore from now on." 9Pho Hanh Gian was arrested on the nineteenth day. He hid in a private club in a neighboring city, preparing to depart from a small airport. Based on the location data saved in Le An Nhuoc's backup phone, the IP address logged in to the foreign account and encrypted documents in Doan Kieu's computer, the police determined his location. I did not watch the arrest video. After watching, Tong Hoai only said one sentence: "Still living quite decently." When Pho Hanh Gian was taken back to the city, it was raining outside. He asked to see me. I refuse. Later, police officer Diep recalled that he said he did not intend to let Tinh Hoi die. He said he just wanted the report to be delayed by a few weeks. He said he thought leukemia wouldn't immediately kill someone. He said he planned to wait until after receiving the money to invite the best doctor for Tinh Hoi. Every sentence makes me nauseous. These people will always be like that. They view other people's lives and deaths as a timeline. Consider the child's golden treatment time as a bargaining chip. Turn crime into an "unexpected" sentence. After the case caused a stir, Minh Nhan International Hospital was suspended for rectification. Lu Kieu was detained in criminal detention. The person in charge of the coordinating agency that falsified the death examination results was also arrested. Doan Kieu had his professional license revoked and was investigated in another case. Le An Nhuoc and Pho Hanh Gian, one mastermind, one accomplice. Public opinion was initially extremely heated. Someone scolded Pho Hanh Jian for not being human. Someone scolded Le An Nhuoc for turning from a close friend into a third party and even plotting to harm a child. There were also people who sarcastically said: "It's just a fight over the assets of the rich, is there any clean side?" "The child is still being treated? Don't talk as if he was really killed." "Now that Tong Van Chi has won big, what's left? The husband hasn't died yet, the assets are even more than before."Tong Hoai immediately told the lawyer to collect evidence one by one. Whoever uses my son's life to make up stories, that person just waits to receive a summons. The world is finally a little quieter. But I can't calm down. After chemotherapy, Tinh Hoi started losing her hair. In the past, the boy loved to beautify himself. Every day he went to school, he had to choose his own bow tie. Now the boy touched the fallen hair on the pillow and asked me: "Mom, have I become ugly?" I said: "No." The boy didn't believe it. The next day, Tong Hoai shaved his head and walked into the hospital room. Tinh Hoi looked at him for ten seconds, laughing so much that the tube vibrated. "You're like a braised egg."Tong Hoai touched his head. "So you're a little braised egg."I also laughed. After laughing, I went to the bathroom, closed the door, and cried until I couldn't stand. I started constantly refreshing the reports. White blood cells. Platelets. Neutrophils. Each number is like a rope, tightly tied to my life. When the nurse pushes the medicine in, I will check the medicine's name three times. The doctor said "stable today", I will ask how stable it is. Tinh Hoi sleeps too deeply, I will put my hand under his nose. Once is not enough. Twice is not enough. One time, the fire alarm system in the treatment area made a mistake. As soon as I heard the shrill warning sound, I immediately lost control. I pulled out the charger, carried Tinh Hoi and ran towards the stairs. The nurse chased after me, shouting: "Miss Tong, it was just a mistake!" I didn't hear her. I just feel like someone wants to take the boy away from me again. Tong Hoai ran over and blocked the staircase door. "Van Chi, look at me." I hugged Tinh Hoi, my whole body was drenched in sweat. Tinh Hoi felt a little pain when I hugged her but did not struggle

struggling. The boy reached out his small hand and touched my face. "Mom, I'm still here." I lowered my head to look at the boy. The boy wore a small hat, his face was pale, his eyes were extremely bright. "I was not swapped, nor was my father taken away." I squatted on the ground, hugging the boy, crying until I trembled. Afterwards, the psychiatrist asked me to recount what happened that day. I can't tell. I showed her the photo of the blood collection tube on my phone. The last four numbers are 6218. The doctor asked: "What does it mean to you?" I said: "It proves that my son is not lying." It also proves that I am not crazy. 10The day of the trial, I arrived. That day, Tinh Hoi's stats allowed him to rest for a short time. Tong Hoai stayed in the hospital room to build a puzzle with the boy. I sat in the audience and saw Pho Hanh Gian being brought in. He lost a little weight. But that face is still the look I once loved. I even remember the first time he held Tinh Hoi, his arms and legs were frantic, he didn't even know how to change his diaper. At that time, I thought the gentleness in a man's eyes was real. Later I learned that being gentle can also be part of the performance. Le An Nhuoc was also included. She didn't look at me. She always stared at Pho Hanh Gian.