Chapter 13 — The new Director is the object of attention

In his hand, he was holding an old recording pen. "Whoever has to bear the burden, listen for yourself." The recording pen was very old, you had to press the button twice hard to get a sound. My father stood next to the conference table, the back of his hand covered in age spots. When he grabbed that pen, he looked like he was holding a red-hot iron bar. "Dad." He didn't look at me. In the recording, first there is a burst of noise, followed by a woman's voice. My mother's voice. "Quoc An, don't let Tri Ha know. She's still young, in the future she will have to hold a knife to save people." My throat felt like it was being rubbed by rough sand. La Kien Minh suddenly rushed forward and tried to grab the recording pen. My father was quicker and shoved it straight into my hand. Hua Duong threw a kick, knocking away La Kien Minh's protruding arm. "What did you rob? Are you afraid that the dead will open their mouths to talk?" La Kien Minh's face turned gray: "Tham Quoc An, don't use a recording of unknown origin to slander hospital officials!" My father stared at him. "Unknown origin? Five years ago when you forced me to sign outside the operating room, you didn't say that." Luc Nghien Tu turned to look at my father. "Did you ever sign your name?" My father's shoulders sagged. "What I signed was not a commitment paper. La Kien Minh gave me the handover record of Tri Ha's shift. He said she was busy so he asked me to confirm it for her. Later, why did that paper turn into a surgical commitment paper? Your mother's, I don't know." La Kien Minh shouted: "You're talking nonsense! Everyone who signs the paper must follow the procedure!" My mother's voice once again spoke from the recording pen. "Director La, I saw Kieu Man swapping medicine. Luc Thanh Ha did not have a surgical accident, but because of using the wrong medicine." Kieu Man sat down on the chair, the last bit of blood on her face drained away. In the recording, La Kien Minh's voice was pressed very low. "Diep Thanh Lan, you are also a doctor, don't talk nonsense. Your daughter just became a primary care doctor, her future is in my hands." My mother said: "It's useless for you to threaten me. I've already kept the bottle of medicine." La Kien Minh replied: "Your husband's signature is here. If this story gets out, your daughter will not be out of the picture. That day she went into the operating room, her name is also on the medical record." The recording echoed the sound of tables and chairs scuffling. My father listened, his eyes were red, his hands kept rubbing over and over the seam of his pants. Luc Nghien Tu stood up: "Where is the medicine bottle?" My father looked up at him, his eyes filled with resentment for the first time. "You ask me? Five years ago, I brought evidence to report to the institute's leadership. La Kien Minh said that the Luc family had let it go, as long as Tri Ha kept her mouth shut. Three days later, Thanh Lan's illness suddenly got worse, and then she passed away." Luc Nghien Tu's face turned pale and scary. "My mother is still in a coma, no one in the Luc family has ever said that they let it go." Kieu Man suddenly spoke up: "I didn't change my identity." Hua Duong said with a straight face: "The recording is clearly playing, you're still pretending!" Kieu Man pointed at La Kien Minh: "He told me to give it to the nurse! He said it was just normal painkiller, nothing happened!" La Kien Minh leaned forward: "Kieu Man, try saying another sentence!" People from the Disciplinary Committee immediately stopped him. A circle of people had gathered outside the conference room. Chairman of the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery Lao Qin stood at the door, his face extremely unsightly. He asked: "Five years before Luc Thanh Ha's surgery, who was the main surgeon?" La Kien Minh remained silent. I replied: "It says it's me on the medical record." Old Tan looked at me: "At that time, you were just an assistant surgeon, you couldn't have been the main surgeon." La Kien Minh still gritted his teeth and argued: "The notes were wrong." Luc Nghien Tu flattened out the missing original medical record.