Chapter 21 — The new Director is the object of attention

His voice was hoarse: "The Department of Cardiovascular Surgery owes Dr. Diep a debt of gratitude, and also owes Dr. Tham a debt of innocence." When it was my turn to speak, I stepped in front of the microphone. Below the stands are many familiar faces. Some people look at me, some people don't dare to look at me. I said: "Five years ago, my mother, Doctor Diep Thanh Lan, discovered abnormalities in the use of drugs. She did not choose to stay silent. She left a recording, left a receipt, left evidence, and also left a statement." My father hugged his face and sobbed. I continued: "She said, doctors hold surgical knives not to stand in a high position, but to save people's lives from the line of life and death." Hua Duong shed tears, but her mouth remained firm: "She spoke so well." There was a sound of sobbing and crying under the stands. I glanced at the people who had stood and watched my antics in front of the bulletin board. "When I was sent to the guidance counter, someone said, if I change positions, I can still shine. Today I want to say that there is no distinction between high and low positions, but humiliation does. Saving people should not be used as a show to gain popularity, medical records should not be used to harm others, and the hospital's white blouse should not be allowed to become a veil to cover up crimes. evil." From the backseat came a choking sound of sobbing. As a family member of patient bed number 3, I said: "I accept the hospital's apology, but I will not forgive on behalf of those who broke the law. My mother's death, Ms. Luc Thanh Ha's coma, and all the patients whose medical records were altered, must wait for a suitable result." I stopped for a moment. “And, I will return to the operating table.” Hua Duong was the first to clap. The applause gradually spread from the first row to the last row. Not as a courtesy, but as a release after so much repression. After the press conference, the patient's family who had given apples ran over. "Doctor Tham, my father said, he wanted to correct the content on the last brocade." I smiled: "No need." He put the bag of apples into my hand. "Then you accept the apples. These apples are very clean." Luc Nghien Tu stood next to the podium, looking at me being surrounded but did not step forward. My father suddenly walked up to him. "Principal Luc." Luc Nghien Tu bowed his head: "Uncle Tham." My father said: "Your mother is also a victim. You investigate her matter, I won't stop her." Luc Nghien Tu's eyes were red. "Thank you." "But you hurt Tri Ha, I won't let this happen for her." "I understand." My father patted him on the shoulder. "If you understand, then stay away from her for a bit, let her breathe." Hua Duong passed by and interjected: "You said it well." Luc Nghien Tu did not object. In the afternoon, Luc Thanh Ha went to the hospital for her first check-up since waking up. She was sitting in a wheelchair, skinny, and her hair had turned half white. When Luc Nghien Tu pushed the wheelchair in, the entire Cardiology Department was as quiet as a sheet of paper. Seeing me, her eyes slowly filled with tears. "Tri Ha." I squatted down. "Aunt Luc." She reached out and grabbed my wrist tightly. "When she woke up, she told me not to let you hold a surgical knife, because she dreamed that someone forged your signature to harm you. At that time, her mind was still confused and she couldn't speak clearly. Nghien Tu heard wrongly and believed wrongly." Luc Nghien Tu stood behind, her face pale. pale. I replied: "It's not your fault." Luc Thanh Ha looked at Luc Nghien Tu. "The one at fault is him." Luc Nghien Tu slightly bowed his head: "Yes." Luc Thanh Ha patted my hand. "Your mother saved me and also wants to save you. Good boy, you must live well for your mother." I nodded. She took out an old brooch from her bag.