Chapter 10 — The new Director is the object of attention

“Doctor Tham, can you save my mother?” All eyes in the hallway immediately turned to me. Luc Nghien Tu's face darkened. "Tham Tri Ha, without authorization, absolutely do not enter the operating room." I looked at him. "I know." The family member burst into tears and knelt to the ground, Hua Duong quickly caught her. "Don't kneel, you're begging for the wrong person." Kieu Man mumbled: "Doctor Tham doesn't dare." I took off my white blouse and gave it to Hua Duong. "Director Luc, I'm not going on the operating table. I'm just saying one thing." Luc Nghien Tu didn't stop him. I looked at the emergency doctor: "Check the bed first, determine the bleeding point. Don't rush to open your chest." The emergency doctor froze for a second, then immediately returned. Ten minutes later, he rushed out. "It's not a hemorrhage in the chest cavity, it's a drug reaction! After dealing with it, the blood pressure has gone up again!" The family's cries fell silent. Kieu Man's face was as white as paper. Luc Nghien Tu looked at me. "How did you diagnose it?" I replied: "Overheard it from the guidance desk." Hua Duong pushed the blouse back into my hand. "The instruction counter is really powerful." Kieu Man suddenly hugged the back of her hand. "Yesterday, I was scratched by her so I took painkillers. The patient in bed number 3 may also be taking the same drugs. I was afraid of being late so I suggested opening the chest." The family member shouted shrilly: “You dare to use drugs indiscriminately on my mother?” Kieu Man frantically said: "It's not indiscriminate, it's a normal rule." La Kien Minh stood in front of her. "The hospital will investigate the specific reason." I looked at Luc Nghien Tu. "Director Luc, will you investigate?" He stared at the red emergency light. "Will." As soon as I turned around, the phone rang again. It's still that strange number. "You open your mouth one more time, tonight Tham Quoc An will receive an old photo." When I hurriedly got home, my father was in the living room cleaning photo frames. The photo inside is of my mother in her youth, wearing a blue dress, smiling brightly. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Dad, is anyone looking for you today?” “No.” He turned back to look at me, "Why are you back at this hour?" "I was passing by." "The hospital is three kilometers from home, did you pass all the way up to the house like this?" I put down my bag. "I'm craving for the porridge that dad cooked." My dad looked at me for a moment, then turned back to the kitchen and turned on the stove. On the table there is a cardboard envelope. I stepped forward. The envelope did not have the sender's name on it, nor was the mouth sealed. Inside is an old photo. My mother lay in the hospital bed, her wrist had a ring of bruises. On the back of the photo was a line of text. "Do you think she really died of illness?" My father brought out the pot of porridge, saw the photo in my hand, his face immediately changed. "Who gave it to me?" "Dad, have you seen this photo before?" He put the pot of porridge on the table, reached into the pocket of his apron, fumbled for a while before pulling out a handful of pepper. "Don't worry about this." "Finally, my mother was murdered in the past. Why?” “End-stage stomach cancer, I've seen the medical record.” “The medical record can also have pages torn out.” I slammed the photo down in front of him, "This is not a photo of a person with stomach cancer." My father sat down, his back hunched over more than in the morning. "Tri Ha, before I left, my mother told me not to investigate." "Why did you say that?" The doorbell rang. My father suddenly stood up, the chair leg sliding on the floor made a deafening sound. Outside the door is Luc Nghien Tu. In his hand he was holding a file bag bearing the name Luc Thanh Ha. Seeing him, my father's face became even more unsightly. "What are you doing here?" Luc Nghien Tu said: "Uncle Tham, I'm looking for Tham Tri Ha." My father blocked the door. "The girl is not home." I stood in the living room and said: "Dad." Luc Nghien Tu walked in, saw the photo on the table, his steps stopped

one beat again.