The Final Diagnosis

“Mr. Dawson, I request for a suspension. If they’re claiming I’ve violated medical ethics, then so be it! I refuse to enable such toxic behavior.”Albert Dawson, my department head, was patiently trying to persuade me not to stoop to the level of the patient’s family.Nevertheless, I resolutely chose to proceed with the suspension.“I don’t agree. If you get suspended now, you’ll forfeit your promotion eligibility.” My wife, Skylar Finch, stormed in angrily.“Chester, what’s wrong with you?”She was my colleague, though we worked in different departments.“I shoved a patient’s family member. Shouldn’t I be suspended? If I’m that unethical, why even bother with a promotion?”I spoke harshly, which only made Skylar stomp her foot impatiently.“Chester, I know you acted impulsively because the family member was rude to you. Just apologize to Mr. Dawson, and let’s consider this matter closed.”I deliberately gritted my teeth and further escalated the conflict. “Mr. Dawson, I com

I looked at Paul in a daze. He had just betrayed me.I never imagined that someone I had spent three months earnestly mentoring would actually team up with Peter and Skyler to frame me together.“I knew something was off about him. Why else would a patient come after him specifically?”“Right. The patient bore no grudges against him. He was supposed to save his life. But instead, he deliberately taught his mentee the wrong thing? Would he try to get the rest of us killed, too?”“Even his own mentee couldn’t stand it anymore. What kind of garbage human being is this?”“Aren’t the hospital management here? We want answers! If this hospital keeps doctors like him on staff, who in their right mind would ever come here?”An uproar erupted. Security did their best to maintain order, but they could not suppress the agitated crowd.I shouted, “I never taught you the wrong protocol! What proof do you have that it was me?!”“You did the exact same thing in the last operation. I pointed i

“Officer, Peter’s legs look just like a disabled person’s legs. But that’s only because he’s lying on the floor. The thing is, nobody knows their own body better than themselves. What if he’s faking it?“After all, disabilities can stem from multiple causes. A fracture can result in lower limb disability. So can problems with the nervous system. Fractures can be diagnosed. But that’s not the case for nervous system issues.”I looked toward Peter and said, “You don’t have a fracture, do you?”“Chester, I can’t believe you’d stoop this low to avoid responsibility! What do I gain from pretending to be disabled?”I sneered. He could gain my death, obviously.But I did not want to argue with him. Instead, I addressed the officer directly.“I know clinical massage. I can try it on him, and we’ll know if he’s really paralyzed. May I?”“Why should I let you humiliate me like that?!” Peter yelled. He desperately looked toward Janet.She lunged forward and shrieked, “What are you trying

The officer looked somewhat exasperated. “Fine, we’ll do this here. What’s your proof?”I posted a video analysis online created by a professional for everyone to review. I began to speak as it played.“The surgery footage Skyler used to frame me? It’s edited. AI-generated.“And you’re wondering why the cuts looked so smooth? That’s thanks to my mentee.“During every surgery, he would stand in the same spot. I scolded him countless times because he was blocking the light. But he never learned.“Only now do I understand. That spot also blocked the camera. No matter how they spliced the footage, it would look seamless.“You’re lying! That video came straight from the hospital’s system. You keep claiming I edited it, but do you have the original?”Skyler was certain I could not produce the original. I nodded and said, “You’re right. I don’t have the original to prove I’m innocent. That’s why I had to find professionals to analyze your footage instead.”Murmurs rippled through th