Chapter 25 — The new Director is the object of attention

“Doctor Tham, the amount of bleeding has increased!” I ordered: “Drain the blood, apply compresses, change the sutures.” Old Tan stood next to remind: "This position is very difficult to sew." I replied: "Still visible." The needle penetrates the weak tissue layers, the thread is tightened. The bleeding slowly stopped. In the observation room, Luc Nghien Tu stood motionless behind the glass. I didn't even look at him. The surgery lasted six hours. The last stitch is completed, the indicator on the monitor is stable. Old Tan let out a long breath. "Very beautiful." The surgical assistant took off his goggles, his eyes shining. "Doctor Tham, I can brag about this surgery for the rest of my life." Hua Duong smiled behind the mask: "Don't rush to show off, go tell the family that the patient has come back to life." I walked out of the operating room and the girl's mother rushed over. "How's it going, doctor?" I replied: "The surgery was successful." Her legs were weak, her husband quickly helped her. The whole family hugged each other and sobbed in the hallway. Not far away, several reporters recorded this moment. This time it is not a scandal, it is not slander. It's a child who came out of the operating room alive. Luc Nghien Tu stepped in front of me. "Doctor Tham, it's been hard for you." I glanced at him. "Director Luc, I will write the post-surgery report myself, don't let anyone else touch it." He nodded: "Okay." I returned to my office to write the file. Halfway through writing, the door was pushed open. Luc Thanh Ha was in a wheelchair and was pushed in by Luc Nghien Tu. In her hand she held a letter. She said: "This is the letter Thanh Lan wrote to you that year. When I woke up, I always wanted to give it to you, but at that time I couldn't even say it." I received the letter, the corner of the envelope was worn and faded, and on it was my mother's handwriting. "Dear Tri Ha." When I opened the letter, no one in the room spoke. The letter is not long. "My Tri Ha, if you read this letter, it means I didn't have time to tell you myself. Don't be afraid, don't blame yourself. You take the exam, that's the decision I'm most proud of in this life. I'm a doctor, I've seen many people regain their lives, and I've also seen many people who can't keep it. You must remember, the person holding the surgical knife must not be afraid of dirty water splashing on them, nor can they. afraid of the dark night. As long as you are still willing to stand on the operating table, I have not lost yet." There was a small water stain on the page, as if she had stopped writing midway. The last sentence is: "Don't live just to avenge your mother, live brilliantly for yourself." I pressed the letter tightly against my chest, and after a long while choked up: "Mom, I heard it." Luc Thanh Ha wiped the tears from her face. "That day, Thanh Lan also asked her aunt to text me a sentence. She said, if one day the truth is exposed, don't let Tri Ha have to bow her head." Luc Nghien Tu stood outside the door, his voice hoarse. "Tham Tri Ha, I'm sorry." I looked at him. "I accept your apology. The other things are not necessary." He nodded, as if he finally understood that there were things that could not be done just by bowing once. recover. A month later, the full results of the investigation were announced. La Kien Minh was transferred to judicial authorities for trial for altering medical records, intimidating witnesses, and concealing serious medical incidents. Kieu Man falsified evidence, harmed others, was involved in drug misuse, and had her medical license revoked. The day she was escorted away by the police, her mother cried and chased after the police car, but no one said a word of mercy. Luc Minh Vi used money to bribe employees, destroy evidence, instigate rumors, and the Luc family no longer protected her. Luc Thanh Ha sat in the audience and said only one sentence: "I have the last name

Luc, but first, I am a victim.”