Chapter 6 — The Patient I Saved Twice

He smiled gently.

“You are a good person.”

Having said that, he pointed to the bedside table.

“Get a pen and paper here.”

“I wrote to you.”

My heart beats strongly. Immediately go to the nurse's station to borrow paper and pen. Mr. Luu sat on the hospital bed. Each stroke is written very slowly. But extremely serious. Write a full page. Then another page. Everything he heard while Chu Chi Minh was in the hospital was clearly recorded. After finishing writing. He signed his name. Then carefully take fingerprints at the end of the report. I received two pieces of paper. Fold carefully. Put it in your blouse pocket. As if storing something extremely valuable. When leaving the hospital room. I stood in the middle of the hallway for a long time. My palms were wet with sweat. I do not know. Will these evidences ultimately be effective or not? I don't know either. Can I go back to the closed case? But there is one thing I know very well. I can't continue to endure like nothing ever happened. We cannot let someone who uses slandering doctors as a means of making money continue to roam outside the law. I can't let eight hours of me risking my life to save people... Turn into a joke in their mouths. I lowered my head and looked at the two pieces of paper in my pocket. First time in months. A ray of hope appeared in my heart. But enough for me to keep going. I started planning to collect evidence. During the day, sit for examination at the outpatient clinic. At night when I get home I go online to investigate. The first person I targeted was lawyer Phuong Thanh. Information about his practice is not difficult to find. But the more I searched, the more unusual I felt. On the law office's official website, the introduction to Phuong Thanh is only two lines. No outstanding achievements. There are no typical cases. Nor are there any publicly available records of success. A lawyer specializes in handling medical disputes but has such poor records. Obviously unreasonable. But there is one thing that appears with extremely high frequency. That's his phone number. I discovered this phone number appearing in many posts related to medical disputes on local forums. So I started reading each article one by one. The more I read, the more I realized a scary rule. The people posting have different accounts. Different names. But the writing style is almost identical. It all starts with complaints. Whether you or a family member has surgery at a hospital. After surgery, complications occurred. The hospital is not responsible. Then soon... Someone will appear in the comments section. Introducing lawyer Phuong Thanh. The introduction is almost copied from the same template:

"Find lawyer Phuong, he specializes in handling this area, very professional."

"I once asked lawyer Phuong, the success rate is very high."

"You have to find the right person for this type of thing. Attorney Phuong is very experienced."

It's like someone is deliberately leading public opinion. I took pictures of everything. Sort by time. Two years ago there were three articles. A year ago there were four articles. This year there are two articles. A total of nine articles. Scattered across three different forums. But it all leads to the same person. Phuong Thanh. Then I changed the direction of my investigation. I want to know where Chu Chi Minh was hospitalized first This. I cannot look up the medical records of other hospitals on my own. The system between hospitals is not interconnected. But I have classmates. Currently working at the city's Second Hospital. I called her.

“Lei Loi, can you help me look up someone?”

"Person?"

“Chu Chi Minh.”

“See if he was ever hospitalized with you.”

Lam Loi was immediately alert.

“Looking up people?”

“What are you planning to do?”

“I invite you to dinner.”

“Help me this time.”

She grumbled a few words. Finally agreed. The next day. Lam Loi called back.

“Looked it up.”

“Chu Chi Minh was in our orthopedic department last year.”

“Doing knee surgery.”

My heart beats faster.

“How is your condition after surgery?”

“There are complaints.”

“Accusing the surgeon of not fully explaining the risks before surgery.”

“Finally, the hospital reconciled and compensated 80,000 yuan.”

I immediately sat up straight.

“Did you see the date of the complaint?”

“In the system, there is only the date of receipt of applications.”

“Can't watch the original.”

“But the registration date is... one day before the surgery.”

I tightened my grip on the phone. One day before surgery. Again, before surgery. An identical trick. I haven't stopped yet. Continue to contact another friend who works at the district hospital. Ask her to help you check. The result sent chills down my spine. Three years ago. Chu Chi Minh had surgery for appendicitis at the district hospital. He complained to the hospital. Receive compensation of 50,000 yuan. Three hospitals. Three surgeries. Three complaints. Each time, prepare a complaint before the surgery. Every time there is lawyer Phuong Thanh standing behind. Compensation was received each time. I sit in front of my desk. Arrange all documents in chronological order.