Chapter 1 — When I Left The Consultation, The Whole Hospital Was Panic

Complained by the patient that I had lost 50,000 yuan, I announced that I would no longer accept consultations. Two months later, the chairman turned red and begged me to save his son. Because I firmly maintained the medical ethics of a doctor, I refused an unreasonable request from the patient. In return, I lost my 50,000 yuan bonus and received another complaint. I am completely disappointed. Therefore, I declare that from now on I will no longer participate in consultations. Do not accept difficult cases. Do not actively intervene. Don't cause any more trouble for yourself. Everyone thought I was crazy. But two months later, the homeroom teacher who had punished me came running over with red eyes. He trembled and held my hand tightly, his voice full of pleading:

“Sister Ha, please... save my only son!”

The story begins with the thick, suffocating smell of antiseptic, mixed with the sickeningly sweet scent of expensive perfume. The VIP room of the City No. 1 People's Hospital is so quiet that you can hear the gentle sound of central air conditioning blowing through. I am Lam So Ha. Just finished a complex intracranial tumor removal surgery that lasted eight hours. Just as I was about to go to the locker room to lie down and rest, the phone from the Emergency Department kept calling, urging me to come here for a consultation.

“Doctor Lam, Lady Trieu's son needs your consultation.”

The nurse's voice on the other end of the line also carried a slight tremor. I pushed open the heavy solid wooden door. In the room, a luxuriously dressed woman was leaning on the sofa, looking arrogant. The crushed diamonds attached to the nails sparkle under the light. She is Lady Trieu, the wife of a famous businessman in the city.

“Doctor Lam, you're finally here.”

She didn't stand up, just slightly raised her chin, signaling me to look towards the boy lying on the hospital bed. The boy was about ten years old. The condition is quite stable, vital indicators are completely normal. It just seems a bit sluggish and lifeless.

“Lately my son has always been in a bad mood.”

“I invited a famous master from abroad to take a look.”

“He said the magnetic energy field in the boy's body was disordered, and an 'energy activation' surgery was needed."

She spoke very gently, as if she were just discussing a routine health care procedure.

“This is the treatment regimen the master gave me.”

“He said this is the latest technology that can activate the body's potential in the blink of an eye.”

She gave me a very delicately printed document. Inside is full of pseudoscientific terms and exaggerated advertising images. I held that ridiculous "treatment plan" in my hand, just feeling extremely absurd. My mind is still drowning in extreme fatigue after the recent surgery. Yet now I am pulled straight into an unbelievable, magical world. I took a deep breath, put the document down on the table, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

“Lady Trieu.”

“First of all, your son's current condition absolutely does not require any surgical intervention.”

“Second, this so-called ‘energy activation’ therapy has no scientific basis or clinical data to prove its effectiveness.”

“It's just the nature of it a scam.”

“Finally, as a surgeon, I absolutely cannot perform a surgery with huge potential risks on a patient who is completely stable.”

“This type of experimental intervention can cause serious complications, even irreversible consequences.”

“That seriously violates medical ethics as well as surgical regulations.”

Every word I said was calm and controlled. Because behind every word is the expertise and responsibility of a doctor. Lady Trieu's face immediately darkened. On his carefully manicured face appeared a bitter look of being insulted.

“What do you mean I'm stupid, Dr. Lam?”

She smiled coldly.

“Let me tell you, this great master has treated many royals and nobles abroad.”

"Just because you don't understand, doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Having finished speaking, she stood up and walked step by step in front of me. The eyes looking down from above were full of disdain.

“Let's be blunt.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous because we can come into contact with cutting-edge technology that ordinary doctors like you never have the chance to see in their entire lives?”

“Or... do you feel that the amount of money I gave you is not enough?”

She opened the Hermes bag next to her, pulled out a check, and contemptuously threw it on the table.

“Name the price.”

“Just today you do this so-called ‘energy activation’ for my son.”

“Money is not a problem.”

I looked at the check on the table. Look at her face full of confidence that money can buy everything. My stomach immediately rolled in discomfort. It was a feeling of both disgust and anger. I took my eyes off the check and looked straight into her eyes.

“Lady Trieu.”

“This is not about money.”

“This is a matter of principle.”

“It is an issue related to human life.”

“I won't.”

I refused emphatically. Don't leave any retreat. Lady Trieu's face completely darkened. Perhaps up until now, she had never been rejected so decisively by anyone. She grabbed the phone from the table and dialed right in front of me.

“Hello, Director Vuong, right? I am Trieu Khai Minh's wife."

"That's right."

“Your hospital has a doctor named Lam So Ha. Extremely bad attitude, no respect for patients, and even daring to doubt my ability to judge."

“Yes, I request the hospital to seriously handle this matter.”

“If not, this year's donation from our group to the hospital... I'm afraid it will have to be reconsidered.”

I couldn't hear clearly what the other person said. But the cold, confident smile on Lady Trieu's face said it all. She hung up, turned and walked out. Before leaving, he threw back a threatening sentence:

“Lam So Ha, you will pay the price for your arrogance.”

The next day. A complaint letter was printed clearly and blatantly posted on the notice board of the Department of Surgery. Black ink on white paper. Every sentence and every word is extremely harsh.

“Medical ethics have deteriorated.”

“The profession is irresponsible.”

“Neglecting the patient.”

“Almost delayed the best time for treatment.”

Each letter is like a small blade. Just like that, he stabbed me one by one. Colleagues passing by kept glancing.