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Chapter 162 The vice director glanced at the patient lying in bed, and then gave Whitney a once-over. They didn't look anything alike. No way they were family. Realizing something was off, the vice director frowned at her. "Well, are you here to discharge the patient or not? If you're not taking them home, then you'd better pay up the medical bills that are still owed!" Nancy's voice trembled with anger. "You ruined my son's health, and now you're trying to throw him out of the hospital?" "Do you people even care about ethics?

Do you have any shame left at all?" The vice director snapped back, "Nancy, don't go throwing around accusations. Your son's health was bad. He had heart problems from the start. We treat thousands of patients every year, and none of them have the same issues as your son. How can you blame us for this?" "Fine, call the cops if you want. This is a society governed by law. Don't come here causing trouble! If you think you've got a case, go ahead and take us to court!" Whitney watched the vice director, still acting all defensive.

Most families, when faced with this kind of attitude, would start to doubt themselves, wondering if it really was their own fault and not the hospital's. If Whitney hadn't uncovered that the negligent doctor was practicing without a license, things might have ended up very differently. Nancy's phone suddenly rang, the ringtone blaring through the room. The vice director shot her a look of pure disdain, clearly annoyed. "Hello? Yes, I'm Gary's mother. We're up on the 15th floor in the inpatient wing! The doctor's office is on the third floor?

I'll head down right away!" Nancy said, her voice full of urgency. Whitney's eyes lit up. "They're here?" "Yes! They're here!" Nancy replied, her voice trembling with excitement. Whitney smiled. "Hey, don't leave yet, Mr. Vice Director. Come downstairs with us. Someone's about to come looking for you anyway." The Enforcement Team, wearing body cams, spotted Nancy and walked over. "Is this Mr. Andrew Watson, the doctor who operated on your son?" "Yes, Officer, that's him! My son was perfectly fine, and he just had a sore throat.

That doctor said there was a small cyst and insisted on surgery, and then talked us into having it done at his own clinic," Nancy replied, her voice trembling with anger. Andrew looked totally confused. "Who... who are you people?" "We're with the Northside Medical Enforcement Team. My name is Nick Jones. Here's my ID. Can you show us your medical license?" the officer said, his tone firm. Andrew stammered, unable to produce his license, his eyes darting nervously to the vice director for help. The vice director's heart sank. "Dr.

Watson, did you leave your license at home, or just can't find it? Take your time, no rush." The officer smirked. "No worries if you can't find it. It's the digital age. Just log in and show me your records online." Andrew looked like he was facing a firing squad. Normally, no patient's family would ever ask for something like that during a medical procedure. And in a top-tier hospital, there was no way someone could practice without a license. But this was just a mid-level private hospital. The officer turned to the man who'd been trying to cover for Andrew.

"You're the vice director of this hospital, right? Then tell me, how come your business license expired a month ago and you still haven't bothered to renew it?" The vice director was totally at a loss for words. "Wait, how did it even expire?" the vice director blurted out, clearly flustered. "You're the vice director and you don't know? Fine, if you don't know, go find someone who actually knows and have them explain it to me," the officer said, not missing a beat. The enforcement officer was sharp as ever. Just then, the hospital director showed up with a polite smile.

"We've already applied for the new business license, but it takes some time to process. Rest assured, we're operating legally. The application is still being processed." The officer turned to Nancy and explained, "Nancy, see? They really did apply for the license renewal, but it'll take a bit longer before they actually get it." "But Mr. Andrew Watson, where's your medical license?" the officer pressed. Andrew fumbled, unable to show his license. If they pulled up his records, it'd be obvious that his medical license had been revoked a whole year ago.

The enforcement officer held up the evidence. "According to these records, your license was canceled a year back. You've been practicing medicine illegally. This department is to be shut down for investigation, and you'll be receiving an administrative penalty notice. We'll also be reporting your illegal activities to the Health Commission!" Whitney spoke up right on cue. "Excuse me, when will this penalty be made public?" "Within fifteen days, and it'll stay up for a year. You can check the official website then," the officer replied. Whitney was more than satisfied with this result.

As soon as the penalty went public, she could file the lawsuit and set up the expert review. With this kind of evidence, there would be a ninety percent shot at winning the case. At least Nancy wouldn't have to stress over her son's hospital bills ever again. 55 vouchers Nancy looked at Whitney with deep gratitude. "Ms. Moore, I can't thank you enough for what "Is there hope for my son now?" Nancy asked, her voice trembling. you did today." Whitney gave her a gentle, confident smile. "Don't worry, Nancy. First, we'll file the lawsuit and wait for the penalty notice.

We can add any new evidence as it comes in. Once the court date is set, we'll get a professional assessment done." "With that expert evaluation, we've a really strong shot at winning this case," Whitney assured her. If everything went their way, the assessment could put all the blame on the hospital. Even if it was not perfect, the hospital would still have to shoulder at least eighty percent of the responsibility. That kind of outcome was almost unheard of in medical malpractice cases. Whitney stopped Nancy. "Don't worry, Nancy. Just focus on your son.

We'll push the legal process as fast as possible. Once you get the compensation, you can move him to a better hospital for treatment." Honestly, a mid-level hospital like this just didn't have the resources to give someone in a vegetative state any real hope of recovery. Even if they managed to get him into a top-tier hospital, the chances of him waking up were still pretty slim. But at least then, Nancy would finally get to decide what was best for her son. When she was out of money, she didn't even get a choice.

***** Whitney made her way back to PrimeBridge Law Firm and filled Ivan in on the latest progress with the case. "Nice work! Looks like we've got this in the bag!" Ivan said, grinning. "Whitney, you need to be careful. These private hospitals are shady as hell. Even if you didn't flash your lawyer credentials today, I'm pretty sure they've figured out who you are," Ivan warned. Whitney raised her eyebrows. "Shady? How so?" "Come on, you think opening a hospital is something just anyone can pull off? The people backing these places have power and connections way out of our league.

Last time, Arthur took on a patient's case, and the big shots at the hospital's headquarters actually sent someone to threaten him." "If they dared to go after a guy like him, you can bet they won't think twice about coming for you. So watch your back!" Ivan said, his tone serious. Ivan still looked worried. "How about this? Whenever you go to the hospital or do anything for this case, just text me before you leave and when you get back, alright?" Whitney smiled. "Sure." But that very night, just as she walked into the villa, she got a threatening call. It was an unknown number.

When she answered, a rough male voice barked, "Whitney Moore from Prime Bridge Law Firm, right? Don't go sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." Whitney gave a soft, dismissive chuckle. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means exactly what I said. Figure it out yourself. Maybe you've pissed off the wrong people. Just watch yourself," the man warned. He hung up almost immediately, like he was afraid she might be recording the call. At this time, Klein's car rolled into the yard of the villa. He parked, got out, and called over, "What's up?

Why are you just standing out here?" Whitney shook her head and said, "Just got some random scam call." Klein smirked. "Next time, just hang up on those weird numbers. Scammers are everywhere lately." "Klein," Whitney said, her voice a bit uneasy, "can you help me check something out?" 田 AD Comment Send gift No Ads Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.