At that moment, a commotion stirred at the entrance of the hospital.

The director and my colleagues had come out.

I saw the director holding several documents, with a white envelope resting on top.

My father's eyes flashed with a momentary glint of triumph before he burst into loud sobs.

"It's them! They killed my daughter!"

The reporters rushed forward, swarming around the director.

"Regarding the young doctor's death from exhaustion at your hospital, what do you have to say, Director?"

"The family is asking for three million dollars in compensation. Do you have any objections?"

The director, his face calm, looked into the camera and slowly exhaled.

"First, I...