Chapter 48: Causing a Commotion in the Hospital II

  In the on-duty room of neurosurgery, seven or eight doctors were surrounding a bald man in his 50s, chatting and laughing. Chen Zhiyuan and Geng Ming didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open directly. Left Mingshan saw that Geng Ming and Chen Zhiyuan didn't knock before entering, and felt slightly displeased, but still smiled and said: "You're here, come in! Let me introduce you!" He pointed to the bald man and said: "This is Professor Zhang Defu from Beijing Medical University Affiliated Hospital. Today, your father's surgery will be performed by Professor Zhang. His skills are renowned not only in Beijing, but also nationwide. It's extremely rare for him to take time out of his busy schedule to come here today. I had to use a lot of effort to invite him, and with Professor Zhang performing the surgery, the success rate has increased significantly!" Left Mingshan first flattered Zhang Defu, then shifted the conversation to praise himself, implying that they should not only thank Zhang Defu but also appreciate his own efforts.

  Zhang Defu pushed his eyes and smiled: "There, there, Director Zuo is too polite to me. We all learn together, don't worry about the operation today, we will definitely do our best, everything is centered around the patient, a doctor's benevolent heart!"

  The doctors around him immediately echoed in unison, flattering and fawning, making Zhang Defu sound like a living legend, Hua Tuo reborn. Chen Zhiyuan felt a wave of nausea listening to them. It was these guys in white coats who treated people's lives as a joke, as tools for their own gain. And yet, here they were, talking big about medical ethics. How shameless!

  Chen Zhiyuan stood by, watching coldly. Geng Ming looked at him but didn't say a word, nor did he try to strike up a conversation. Zhang Defu continued to exchange pleasantries with the doctors for a few more sentences before turning his head and winking at Zuo Mingshan. Zuo Mingshan hastily asked Geng Ming, "Has Professor Zhang's consultation fee been brought?"

  Geng Ming looked up at Chen Zhiyuan, and Chen Zhiyuan sneered: "Then the expert fee doesn't need to be given to Professor Zhang!"

  "What does it mean? Are you not going to perform this surgery?"

  Zhang Defu's face was filled with a warm and sunny smile, but as soon as he heard Chen Zhiyuan's words, it immediately turned cold and gloomy.

  "Surgery? Of course, surgery must be done, but what's with this professor, and you, Zuo Mingshan, don't need to worry about it, just think about yourself first!" Chen Zhīyuǎn's face was cold as he gazed at Zuo Mingshan and Zhang Defu.

  "What do you mean?" Left Ming Shan's heart had already begun to feel that something was wrong, first looking at Zhang De Fu, but Zhang De Fu just looked gloomy and didn't say a word, so he asked again.

  The doctors around also put away their smiles, they too felt the tense atmosphere in the air.

  "My point is that this operation doesn't need you guys to do it, you should think about your own affairs first!" Chen Zhiyuan said with a light tone, hugging his arms.

  Zuo Mingshan heard this and suddenly laughed, jokingly saying: "Think about our affairs? What affairs do we have?"

  "What's going on? Alright, I'll make it clear to you today. Geng Jianmin's illness is clearly a third-degree ischemic stroke. You're all doctors, so let me ask you, can this condition be treated with surgery?" Chen Zhiyuan said coldly.

  "Is it ischemic cerebral infarction level 3?" The surrounding doctors were shocked, and couldn't help but blurt out the words, looking at Zuo Mingshan and Zhang Defu with doubt.

  "Who said it's Grade 3? It's clearly Grade 2, you don't understand so don't talk nonsense!" Zuoming felt a pang in his heart, feeling that something was off, but at this time he could only continue to argue.

  "Grade II? But your medical record says Grade III!" Chen Zhiyuan said, pulling out a copy of Geng Ming's medical record from his bag and slapping it onto Zuo Mingshan's face.

  Zuo Mingsheng's good heart suddenly stirred, and he couldn't care about the pain on his face from being hit by those papers. He quickly picked up the papers from the ground and held them in his hands to look at them. The surrounding doctors also gathered around, craning their necks to take a look.

  When Geng Jianming was first hospitalized, Zuo Mingshan did indeed write a medical record based on his true condition. However, when Zuo Mingshan learned that Geng Jianming's family were ordinary rural people with no power or influence, he began to have other ideas. The illness had already reached level III, and surgery would be futile, it was only a matter of time before death. So why not use the surgery to make some money? Considering Geng Jianming's family situation, if they were told that the illness could not be cured by surgery, his relatives would definitely give up treatment and take him home to wait for death. It would be better to tell them that there was a chance of cure through surgery, giving them hope, so they wouldn't give up on treatment. This way, large amounts of medication could be used, and just the commissions from these medications would be a huge sum. Under the influence of money, Zuo Mingshan abandoned his conscience and medical ethics, hiding the true condition from Geng Jianming's family. Then, Zuo Mingshan contacted Zhang Defu, and they quickly came to an agreement to perform surgery on Geng Jianming. To cover up his own crime, Zuo Mingshan first altered the medical record, changing level III to level II. He then obtained Geng Jianming's CT scan and other materials, secretly destroying them, and deleted the records from the computer in the CT room. After that, he conspired with Zhang Defu to tamper with the surgery, specifically to remove all the blood clots that had invaded Geng Jianming's brain chamber after opening his skull. With their level of surgical skill, this would inevitably damage Geng Jianming's brain, and they didn't care whether he lived or died. Even if Geng Jianming didn't die on the operating table, he would still die within a few days.

  By doing this, Zuo Ming-shan is equivalent to destroying all the evidence. The Geng family wants to make a fuss, well, at first, your illness was level II and could be operated on. The medical records are clear, death was just due to surgical failure. This pre-operative explanation has been given to you, and you have also signed the consent form for surgery. It has nothing to do with us. If your family still doesn't accept it and wants to continue investigating this matter, I have already destroyed the CT scans. If you ask me for them, I will say they are lost. Go to the CT room to retrieve the records, but these things have been deleted by me long ago. Without these films, how can we prove that Geng Jian-min's illness was hemorrhagic cerebral infarction level II and could be operated on? In the end, your family members requested an autopsy, which is no problem at all. The hematoma that invaded the cranial cavity has been completely removed by us. What basis do you have to say it's hemorrhagic cerebral infarction level III? How can we evaluate it as level III if there is no invasive hematoma in the cranial cavity now?

  The final autopsy report states that the patient died due to brain damage, which is even less of a problem. Surgery carries risks, and removing blood clots from the brain inevitably causes damage, which falls under surgical complications. This was already stated in the consent form signed before the surgery, so what responsibility can we bear? At most, it's just that our medical skills are not up to par.

  Zuo Mingshan thought his plan was foolproof, but Chen Zhiyuan had caught on. Looking at the medical records, beads of sweat were already forming on Zuo's forehead, but how could he admit it now? Forcing himself to remain calm, he said: "You're fabricating these medical records, you're committing a crime, do you know that?"

  "Falsifying medical records? Committing a crime? Are we the ones falsifying medical records, or are you? Zuo Mingshan?" Chen Zhīyuǎn's voice was cold enough to make Zuo Mingshan tremble all over.

  "This is a frame-up! Get out quickly, otherwise I'll call the police!" Zuoming Shand shouted.

  "Call the police? Fine, go ahead and call them now. I'll just wait here for you!" Chen Zhiyuan said as he plopped himself down in his chair, eyeing Left Mingshan coldly as he scrambled around.

  Zuo Ming-shan knew that if he let Chen Zhi-yuan continue to make trouble, his own rice bowl would be smashed. Even if he managed to hold onto this job, he would still be notorious in the hospital. He gritted his teeth and walked out a few steps, coming to the bathroom where he looked around and found no one. He then took out his phone and made a call.