Chapter 1 — The Truth Behind Sugar Water

While operating on a patient, I drank a bottle of glucose and was denounced by her family. The nurse was so angry that her eyes turned red. "Doctor Lam did not charge a penny for Tong Minh Khe's surgery fee." "That bottle of glucose was also bought by the doctor himself." "That doctor did three surgeries in a row today, and didn't even have time to eat." "It was you who knelt in front of the operating room door and begged the doctor to save your life, that's why the doctor tried his best to accept this surgery!" Tong's mother held up the bill again, crying. cried in front of the camera: "Today she can drink a bottle of glucose, tomorrow will she be prescribed another injection?" "Poor people like us don't understand, we can only accept what's written on the bill." "If it weren't for me looking a little more closely, who knows if we would have been forced to pay for this bottle of glucose?" "We are poor, but do poor people deserve to be bullied by doctors?" Just overnight, I became an unscrupulous doctor who was slandered by the entire social network. To appease public opinion, the hospital temporarily suspended my surgical status. A few years later, Tong Minh Khe fell into critical condition again. Tong's mother knelt in front of me, crying even more pitifully than before. "Doctor Lam, please." "They said that in the whole country, only you can save my daughter." I looked at her, calmly smiling. "This surgery, I can't do it." Miss." "But you are a doctor." "How can a doctor just watch the patient die because a patient's family once offended him?" Her voice trembled, but her question was full of reason. "If you don't save Minh Khe today, what's the difference between killing someone?" I looked at them. Suddenly I felt that this sentence was very familiar. In the past, when they livestreamed in the hospital lobby, they also said the same thing. "Shouldn't doctors save people and treat sick people?" "She makes so much money as a doctor, drinking a bottle of glucose is also included in our money." "Do poor people like us not deserve to live?" At that time, I had just stepped off the operating table, my fingers still shaking. Because before completing Tong Minh Khe's surgery, I worked continuously for twelve hours. The assistant advised me to rest. But I saw Tong's mother kneeling in front of the door, kowtowing until her forehead turned red. She said: “Doctor Lam, my daughter's performance is very good.” “She is the hope of our whole family.” “Please save her.” I remembered my daughter, An An. At that time she was only five years old. The congenital heart is also not healthy. Every time she got sick, she curled up in my arms and asked in a low voice: "Mom, can I run and jump like the other kids in the future?" So, in the end, I still signed the application for a fee reduction. I performed surgery on Tong Minh Khe that I should not have received. Tong Minh Khe survived. As for me, I fell outside the operating room and had to rely on a bottle of glucose the nurse put in my hand to reluctantly stay awake. But the next day, Tong's mother held up the receipt for that bottle of glucose, crying bitterly in the middle of the hospital lobby. "She said she would do the surgery for us for free." "But who knows how much money she collected behind her back?" The nurse was so angry that her face turned white. "That bottle of glucose was paid for by Dr. Lam himself." "Doctor Lam did not take any money from your daughter's surgery fee." Tong's mother cried again in front of the camera. "We both work at the same hospital, so of course we'll help her." "Poor people like us don't understand these fees." "We only know that money was deducted for no reason." 2 And Tong Minh Khe was lying on top.

Hospital bed, pale face, accepting interview. Her voice was very light. "Everyone, please don't be violent towards Dr. Lam." "I believe she didn't mean it." But after saying that, she bowed her head again, revealing purple needle marks on her wrist. The reporter immediately asked: "So do you think the hospital really collects fees indiscriminately?" Tong Minh Khe was silent for a long time. Finally, she blushed and said, "I don't know." "I just don't want my parents to have to continue borrowing money because of me." The video was cut into countless small segments. The next title is even more dazzling than the previous one. 【Genius doctor drinks patient's glucose, poor people even count on a bottle of sugar water】 【Poor girl in tears after surgery: I just don't want my parents to continue borrowing money】 【Doctor's reputation is built on poor people's bills】 Just one night, red paint was splashed in front of my house. My mother went to the market to buy food and people pointed at her spine and scolded her. "It's her daughter." "Even a bottle of glucose cheated the patient of money." My husband carried An An to the hospital for a follow-up examination and people stopped in front of the door to take a video. "Your mother made dirty money to treat your illness, don't you have any shame?" That day, An An was so scared that she had a heart attack. The little girl curled up in my arms, her face was pale and pale, and she didn't dare cry loudly even when she cried. I had already arranged her surgery. That surgery has very high risks. There are not many people in the country who can do it directly, and I am one of them. But three days before the surgery, to appease public opinion, the hospital temporarily suspended my eligibility to perform high-risk surgery. They said: "Doctor Lam, you should rest for a while first." "Wait until this matter calms down and then move on." Other patients can wait. But my An An cannot wait. I knelt in front of the director's office door, begging them to let me complete my daughter's surgery. Even though I finished it, I was immediately suspended from work. Even though I don't need any fame. But the director just looked at me tiredly. "Lam Van, if you step on the operating table now, the people outside will tear the hospital apart." "We cannot bear this risk." After that, the specialist who was dispatched was temporarily delayed because of heavy rain. An An couldn't hold out until the next morning. When I left, my little hand still held my shirt tightly. The little girl said, "Mom, can I no longer run or jump?" I hugged her, not even able to say a word. I saved Tong Minh Khe's life. But because of Tong Minh Khe's family, I had to watch my daughter die on the hospital bed. After that, I never touched the surgical knife again. As for Tong Minh Khe, based on that interview, she became a resilient girl who was pitied by the entire social network. Netizens donated money to her. The school asked for a scholarship to support her. There is even a media dedicated to filming documentaries about her. In the camera, she stood in the sunlight, gentle and understanding. "I don't want to blame anyone." "I just hope that in the future every ordinary person can be treated fairly." But that very day, her secondary account liked more than a hundred comments scolding me. 【This kind of doctor should have his license revoked.】 【Doesn't her daughter also have heart disease? What retribution.】 【Let her also experience the feeling of not having money for medical treatment.】 When I saw those likes, An An's ashes box was still in my heart. I couldn't even cry anymore, I just felt pain and emptiness in my heart. The pain was so much that I could barely continue living. But now. Tong's mother knelt in front of me again. Crying pitifully like five

old. "Doctor Lam, we kneel down to beg you." "As long as you are willing to save Minh Khe, we can do anything you tell us to do." I bowed my head to look at them, my voice very soft. "I can't do it." Tong's father's face immediately changed. "Lam Van, do you have to be so heartless?" "The whole country knows that only you can perform this surgery!" I took out a yellowed document from my bag and placed it in front of them. It was clearly written above: 【Suspended surgical eligibility, not allowed to independently perform high-risk surgery in the future.】 Tong's mother stiffened her whole body. I looked at her and calmly said: "Mrs. Tong." "The complaint that caused my surgical status to be revoked that year." "It was submitted by you to the hospital office." 3 Tong's mother stared at that decision, the blood on her face gradually drained away. But just in the blink of an eye. Very quickly, she suddenly pushed the file out. "Don't use this to trick us." "You were so good that year, how could you really not do surgery?" There were more and more people around, some took out their phones to dial. Seeing the camera, Tong's mother suddenly seemed more confident. She knelt down again, crying fervently. "Everyone, come and see." "This doctor, because we complained to her before, now refuses to save my daughter." "She said she couldn't do it, but the whole country knows that she used to be the most powerful cardiovascular surgery expert!" "Doctor Lam, I know your daughter has passed away, and your heart is very painful." "But you can't just not let her go because you couldn't save your daughter." my daughter lives.” “You are also a mother.” “How can you be so cruel?” I looked at them. Suddenly even breathing became very light. After An An passed away, I rarely heard others mention her. Such a small child. So small that you can't even see the world clearly. But many years later, the person who killed me used it as a card to coerce me. Very quickly, the number of people in the livestream room began to skyrocket. Comments continued to scroll through. 【Isn't this the doctor who drank glucose that year?】 【Her daughter died so she took revenge on someone else's daughter? So scary.】 【Temporarily suspended, not permanently revoked. If you really want to save, there will definitely be a way.】 【Doctors just need to say one thing that can't be done to wipe out a person's life?】 Tieu Tran was so angry that his hands were shaking. She stood in front of me, her voice trembling: "Don't be too harsh." "That year, Dr. Lam was so harmed by you guys that he couldn't step on the operating table." "Now you force her to save people, do you still have a conscience?" Tong's mother immediately grabbed her words. "Did you hear?" "She admitted it!" "They felt that we had harmed Dr. Lam so they didn't want to save Minh Khe." "They're taking revenge!" Tieu Tran's face turned pale. I reached out to pull her back. "Stop talking." It's not that she said it wrong. It's that these people have never heard a complete sentence. They just cut the part they want to hear. Just like last year. Less than half an hour later, new hot search topics appeared. 【The glucose doctor in the past refused to save the patient】 【Lam Van is suspected of venting his anger on the patient after his daughter passed away】 【Tong Minh Khe is in critical condition and still begs everyone to sympathize with the doctor】 My phone vibrated non-stop. Strange numbers call over and over again. The messages were full of cruel curses. 【Your daughter's death is retribution.】 I looked at the screen, my fingertips were cold. It seems like time never moves forward. It only went around once, then brought me back to that year. 4The director quickly ran over.