Begging The Quack For Mercy
Language: en
A few days ago, I was reported to the medical board again. And for the exact same absurd reason. It all started with a high-risk, incredibly delicate cardiac repair. Just hours prior, I had been standing under the blinding lights of the OR, successfully pulling a man back from the edge of death. When I walked into the waiting room, I expected his family to be tearful, maybe relieved. I expected gratitude. Instead, they were screaming, pointing a trembling, furious finger at the ID badge clipped to my chest. The one that read: Cardiothoracic Surgical Specialist. "We are paying a hundred…