Chapter 9 — You Lost Me In The Paris Snow Season

Ha Thua Chu looked at the piece of paper and was speechless for a long time. Ha's mother stood next to her and stamped her foot impatiently: "What does he mean? Giving the ring is to force you to bow your head, right? Don't fall for the trick." Ha Thua Chu slowly looked up: "Mom, do you still think she's forcing me?" Ha's mother said: "Women who make noise about divorce don't just want men to comfort them?" Ha Thua Chu smiled, more unsightly than crying.

"If she wanted me to comfort her, she wouldn't have locked the card. Wouldn't have invited a lawyer. Wouldn't have sent the ring back. And wouldn't have pushed me onto the disciplinary committee's interrogation table."

Ha's mother's face was unsightly: "That's because he's too cruel." Ha Thua Chu stared at her mother: "She's cruel? When she came home three years ago after surgery, mom made her stew. Her face turned white, and mom told women not to be weak and frivolous. That day you didn't come home, and mom also hid the fact that she had a fever. Have you forgotten all these things?" Ha's mother's lips trembled: "I did it because it was good for you! How important your competition was at that time." Ha Thua Chu closed his eyes tightly. He also thought so before. "For the good of the child", "for the career", "for the Ha family's reputation". That statement is like a cloth that covers up all selfishness. But now, Tham Tri Y has torn down that cloth, revealing rottenness that no one bothers to see. Outside the door, footsteps were heard again. Director Do brought someone from the disciplinary committee in. This time, the stack of documents in his hand was thicker. Director Do did not bother to ask politely and directly put down the documents: "Ha Thua Chu, the situation is new. The cause of the stabbing was not simply an act of kindness to save people. The police responded, Manh Nha and the knifeman had financial and emotional problems. Did you know about this before?" Ha Thua Chu's face changed: "I don't know about the economic dispute." The person from the disciplinary committee looked at him: "So do you know if she has a boyfriend?" Ha Thua Chu was silent. Just one second of silence is enough to say a lot. Director Do's eyes looked even more disappointed.

"You clearly know that her relationships are complicated, yet you still maintain a close relationship. You even get caught up in a public altercation. It's very difficult for the hospital to continue to give you a good evaluation."

Ha Thua Chu's voice was dry: "What will be the level of discipline?" Director Do looked at him: "Cancel eligibility for nomination for academic positions. Temporarily suspend eligibility for major surgery for at least six months. Medical ethics assessment is temporarily classified as unsatisfactory. Next steps await investigation results." Ha Thua Chu felt like he was being poured with a bucket of cold water. Over the past few years, he has risked his life to climb up. Staying up all night, having surgery, writing a thesis, attending seminars. He thought he was about to reach a new position. But now, everything falls apart. Not because of his professional ability, but because he broke his own moral limits. Ha's mother burst into tears: "You can't do that. My son is a good doctor, he has saved many people." The person from the disciplinary committee calmly replied: "Saving people does not mean you have the right to violate discipline. The hospital evaluates both medical skills and medical ethics." Ha's mother was about to make a fuss, but Ha Thua Chu stopped her in a hoarse voice: "Mom, stop talking." At this moment, Manh Nha's phone called again. Ha Thua Chu looked at the screen but did not pick up the phone. Called again, cut off, cut off, then called again. The third time, he finally picked up the phone. Manh Nha cried without a sound: "Mr. Thua Chu, please help me! The court has sealed my house. My mother knew about it and scolded me shamelessly. I really can't live anymore." Ha Thua Chu heard the cry, only extreme fatigue remained in his heart. “As much money as you receive, you will give back as much.” Manh Nha was stunned: "You asked me to return them? Didn't you give those things to me?" Ha Thua Chu's voice was deep: "That is the couple's common property. I have no right to give it away arbitrarily." Manh Nha suddenly shouted: "Now you bring the law to talk to me? When I hugged you, why didn't you bring the law? You criticized Tham Tri Y for being boring, saying she was like an old piece of furniture in the house, it's a shame to use it for a long time and then throw it away. You said that only you can understand me." Everyone in the hospital room heard it. Ha's mother's face was gray. Director Do's eyebrows furrowed tightly. Ha Thua Chu's hand holding the phone stiffened. Manh Nha still shouted: "Now you want to push me to fight? Tell me, there is no way! If you don't help me, I will throw all our messages out." Ha Thua Chu's heart completely sank. He never thought that the fragile and weak flower bud that he always tried to protect would grow thorns that stabbed back at him right in the first storm. He said coldly: "You threatened me?" Manh Nha sobbed: "It was I who abandoned you first." Ha Thua Chu closed his eyes: "It's up to you." Having finished speaking, he hung up the phone. The hospital room was as cold as freezing. The disciplinary committee officer bent down and wrote a line in the notebook. Director Do glanced at him, with both disappointment and judgment in his eyes. Ha Thua Chu knows, that's it. At the same time, in a meeting room in Paris, I had just finished presenting the first round of plans for a joint exhibition. On the projector screen is the theme I designed: *After Breaking the Cocoon*. The whole room was silent for two seconds, then there was loud applause. The teacher stood up, smiled and looked at me: "Tri Y, this is the position you should stand in." I also laughed. The phone screen on the table lit up. Message from lawyer Luong: "Manh Nha is starting to bite back. Ha Thua Chu's disciplinary case is almost over. The next step, we can negotiate divorce conditions." I texted back: "Not talking about gratitude, just talking about evidence."