Chapter 14 — The new Director is the object of attention

"The notes were wrong, the signature was wrong, the bag was sealed wrong, the camera broke at the right time. Director La, the hospital you manage, made a terrible mistake." La Kien Minh's sweat dripped down his chin. Kieu Man suddenly burst into tears: "Director Luc, I really didn't know it would make her fall into a coma. At that time I was just an intern doctor, Director La ordered me to give her the medicine, I didn't dare not give it." I looked at her. "You didn't dare, so later you threatened La Kien Minh with that, forcing him to give up my position as Deputy Dean to you?" Kieu Man's crying was interrupted. Hua Duong immediately raised the phone. "I recorded the sentence just now." Kieu Man pointed at me: "Tham Tri Ha, you deliberately set me up!" I replied: "You fell into the hole yourself, don't blame the hole that was dug just right." People from the Disciplinary Committee took back the recording pen and memory card. Before being taken away, La Kien Minh suddenly turned his head to look at my father. "Tham Quoc An, do you think Diep Thanh Lan was killed by me? Ask your daughter why she took three months off that year!" The whole meeting room was silent. Luc Nghien Tu turned to look at me. Hua Duong stood in front of me: "After we've arrived, are you still planning on biting?" La Kien Minh smiled widely. "Tham Tri Ha, do you dare to say it? Where were you the day your mother died?" My father closed his eyes: "That's enough." I pulled Hua Duong out. "I'm in the province." Luc Nghien Tu asked: "What are you doing?" I looked at him. "Participate in the skills competition for young cardiovascular surgeons." Kieu Man immediately latched onto this sentence. "Your mother is about to die, and you're taking the exam? Tham Tri Ha, you're not much cleaner than us." Before I could speak, my father suddenly slapped her straight in the face. The sound was so loud that the entire meeting room was stunned. My father's hands were shaking. "That contest was Thanh Lan forcing her to go. She said, Tri Ha cannot be trapped in this pile of mud by a group of scum." Kieu Man covered her face, unable to speak for a long time. Luc Nghien Tu asked in a low voice: "What were the results of that contest?" My father looked at me, his eyes filled with pain that I hadn't dared to touch for many years. I replied: "Winning first prize." Luc Nghien Tu continued asking: "Why doesn't anyone in the hospital know?" I smiled. "Because the day I returned, my mother was already in the emergency room. The gold cup was smashed by me." Suddenly someone said at the door: "No, the trophy hasn't been smashed yet." Ms. Luu interjected, holding an old cardboard box in her hand. "Doctor Diep asked me to keep it for her. She said to wait until one day Tri Ha remembered who she was, then give it back to her." The cardboard box was opened, inside was a dusty trophy, a certificate of merit, and a yellowed photo. In the photo, I'm wearing a surgical suit, standing on the podium to receive the award at the provincial hospital, the judge next to me is giving me the trophy. The certificate of merit clearly states: First prize in the National Youth Cardiovascular Surgical Skills Competition. In the meeting room, no one laughed anymore. Kieu Man hid against the wall, wishing she could crawl into it. Luc Nghien Tu lifted the certificate of merit, his voice very quiet. "Tham Tri Ha, why don't you say it?" I looked at the certificate of merit in his hand. "Tell who? Tell someone who on the first day of taking office said I was guilty?" Luc Nghien Tu's finger rubbed the edge of the certificate, not asking any more questions. People from the Disciplinary Committee took La Kien Minh and Kieu Man away. Walking to the door, La Kien Minh was still screaming: "In the past few years, has anyone in this hospital ever asked me to sign? Let's keep investigating, no one will be clean!" The crowd surrounding the door immediately took a few steps back. Old Qin announced in a deep voice: "Investigate. Anyone who is not clean, get out." My father clung to the edge of the chair, as if he couldn't stand anymore. I raised my hand to help him, but he dodged a bit.

then slowly grabbed my wrist.