I was about to rush into the operating room to save an elderly woman suffering a stroke when my wife of three years, Lu Ting, stopped me.
"Shen Lanjun, someone has reported you for allegedly falsifying your medical license. Stop the operation immediately and cooperate with the investigation."
She held up a notice suspending my medical practice.
Three colleagues from the inspection department stood behind her, all looking stern.
The patient had already been given anesthesia and was waiting for me to operate.
The hospital had just installed a new system this year, and I was the only one on staff who could perform this thrombectomy.
"Lu Ting, let me finish this operation first..."
Lu Ting cut me off, her expression cold. "This is an urgent procedure. It can't wait."
The three inspectors grabbed me by the shoulders.
They forcibly stripped off my surgical gown, sat me down in the inspection office, and made me sign forms while they verified everything and followed procedure.
Lu Ting stood a step away, her expressionless face unchanged the whole time.
All because her beloved Lin Zhe had sent her a screenshot in the middle of the night.
In the screenshot, my license number came up as "No results found."
She believed it.
Half an hour later, I rushed back to the operating room.
The door opened. The operating table was empty.
The head nurse stood at the door, her eyes red. "Dr. Shen, the old woman suffered a massive stroke... She's been taken to the ICU."
I pushed open the ICU door.
I knew the person lying inside.
For three years, she had called me her son-in-law.
The life-saving operation my wife had stopped was for her own mother.
Does negligence cause death?