The undercurrent of the medical empire, a scalpel cuts open the trillion-dollar black industry chain
Genius surgeon Jiang Linxia's hand holding the scalpel had never shaken until that weird heart-lung transplant—unmarketed antibiotic capsules were buried in the patient's chest. The surveillance video showed that the shadowless lamp was artificially powered off for three seconds. What's even more frightening is that she discovered that the electrocardiogram on her adoptive father's death certificate completely overlapped with the waveform when her father died suddenly eighteen years ago.
When Lu Chenzhou, the director of the private hospital, showed up with Olive Leaf Xiang, Jiang Linxia was being accused by the entire Internet of "surgical homicide." This man never buttoned the second button on his shirt, and the tip of his signature pen habitually pierced the paper. However, he presented a subversive piece of evidence at the hearing: a surveillance video reconstructed with the reflection of the patient's pupils, which pointedly pointed at the medical representative Zhou Muyan for tampering with consumable data.
The night she was forced to sign a hidden marriage agreement, Lu Chenzhou pressed a stethoscope against her heart: "Your heart beats 12 beats more per minute, Dr. Jiang." The callus on his palm scraped against the scar of the cochlear implant behind her ear, which was the only blind spot where she couldn't hear the frequency of lies. Zhou Muyan was smiling at the piranha in the fish tank, and the Chinese medicine prescription lining his suit was soaked in blood - it was the suicide note left by his father when he took the blame for the dean.
When Jiang Linxia cut open the belly of a corrupt patient, what came out was not blood but bundles of overseas checks; when Lu Chenzhou's sedative syringe detected fatal toxins; when Zhou Muyan replaced anti-cancer drugs with euthanasia preparations for cats... This battle with the operating room as the battlefield has long gone beyond the dispute between doctors and patients.
"Do you know why anesthesiologists are the best at killing people?" Zhou Muyan put out his cigarette on the top floor
