Chapter 8 — The new Director is the object of attention

“I already asked.” Luc Nghien Tu pulled out another piece of photocopied paper and placed it on the table, "Five years ago, you asked for a three-month leave of absence, the reason being family matters. After those three months, my mother's medical record was missing a page, and you went straight from treating doctor to Deputy Head of Department." Hua Duong stood up: "What do you mean? You suspect that she got promoted because of harming your mother?" Luc Nghien Tu's voice was very low. "I suspect she knows the truth." I picked up the photo, looked at it for two seconds, then put it back. "Director Luc, if you have evidence, please report to the police. If you don't have it, don't set up an interrogation table in the noodle shop." He looked at me. "You don't explain?" "No explanation." "Why?" I picked up my bag and stood up. "Because I didn't come here to listen to explanations." Stepping out of the noodle shop, the wind blew very strongly. Hua Duong chased after me. "Tell me, what happened five years ago?" I looked at the hospital building across the street, the lights from the Cardiovascular Surgery Department shining brightly. "Hua Duong, if one day they all said I was not worthy to be a doctor, would you believe it?" She swore loudly. "Believe that fart. I only believe in Tham Tri Ha that I saw with my own eyes." phone rings. An unknown number sent a text message. "Don't touch Luc Thanh Ha's medical record. Otherwise your father will know how your mother died." I squeezed the phone tightly in my hand. Hua Duong was still scolding Luc Nghien Tu. In front of the hospital gate, Kieu Man stood on the steps calling the phone. She saw me, smiled and lipped. "Just wait." The next morning, the hospital bulletin board posted a disciplinary notice. Dr. Tham Tri Ha got into a fight with a colleague in the medical records room, causing negative impacts, suspending his surgical status, and being transferred from his clinical position for an undetermined period of time. I stood in front of the notice board, with a group of people surrounding me behind me. Someone pretended to pass by, walking three times slower than normal. Kieu Man walked over holding the medical clipboard, acting as if she saw it by accident. "Doctor Tham, don't be too sad. The medical examination room and records room also need people." Hua Duong slipped out from the crowd. "Kieu Man, is your bandaged hand healed? Where did the piece of skin fall off yesterday, do we need to mobilize the entire hospital to find help?" Some people around laughed. Kieu Man's face was unsightly. "Hua Duong, your mouth and mouth are lonely, aren't you afraid of implicating Doctor Tham?" I took my phone and took a photo of the notice. "Doctor Kieu, if you have time to care about me, why don't you go see the patient in bed number 3? Last night she complained of chest pain, but your medical orders still haven't been changed." Kieu Man's face stiffened. "How do you know?" "This morning the family asked for directions. Hall, I heard it." "You're no longer a doctor in the Department of Cardiology, stop interfering." As soon as she finished speaking, a middle-aged woman hurriedly rushed forward, carrying a thermos bag in her hand. "Doctor Kieu! My mother can't breathe anymore! The nurse said you haven't gone to the room yet!" Kieu Man turned around, intending to go straight to the elevator. The woman grabbed my hand. "Doctor Tham, you once performed surgery on my father, can you come in and take a look at my mother?" Before I could say anything, La Kien Minh quickly came from behind. "Tham Tri Ha, you have no right to intervene in treatment now." The woman was frantic: "So who will look at my mother? The patient hasn't been breathing for half an hour!" Luc Nghien Tu stepped out of the elevator in the administrative area. I looked at him: "Principal Luc, tell me." Kieu Man stood at the elevator door, her face as white as if covered with a thick layer of powder. Luc Nghien Tu asked the nurse: "Who is the main treating doctor of bed number 3?" The nurse mumbled: "It's Doctor Kieu." "Doctor Kieu, go handle it." Kieu Man tightened her grip on the medical record: "I'm

planning to come up here.”