A few days ago when I was chatting with my husband, he told me something that I feel I have to write about.

My husband met with an ex-colleague of his whom he had not seen for years. The colleague told my husband this sad story: His brother passed away three years ago. His brother suffered from liver cancer, and he had heard that a hospital in Tianjin could do a transplant so he went in hopes of extending his life. The hospital was quite famous with respect to organ transplants, even internationally. Many foreigners went to the hospital for transplants and they did not have to wait long. The hospital told the colleague's brother that they could guarantee success if the patient paid 300,000 yuan. The doctor told them how many operations had been successfully done.

So his brother went to the hospital and soon they performed the transplant for him. But unlike he was promised, his body rejected the new liver. He then went through six operations in total and spent more than 800,000 yuan before he eventually died. His family felt that they had been cheated. They went to see the doctor but the doctor didn't even want to talk to them.

This colleague went to live in Tianjin and tried every few days to see the doctor. But the doctor refused to see him. With no other recourse, he just stayed at the hospital and started to tell the true story of his brother's death to passerby and hoped other people would not be cheated anymore.

One day he saw the doctor coming out. He tried to catch the doctor. The doctor spotted him and quickly ran to his car. He saw the doctor was going to run away, so he got in front of the car and lay down, stopping the car with his body. Many people were around. The doctor knew he was at fault, so eventually he got out of the car and took the colleague into the building. The doctor offered to return 200,000 yuan. He wanted to insist on a more just compensation, but it was too difficult for him to keep pushing the doctor. He accepted the money offered.

He said that when he was at the hospital trying to tell his story, he saw five or six young men in camouflage uniforms bringing organs into the hospital every day. The hospital performed many transplants every day, but only a few patients survived. Doctors used those few survivors as advertisements, but most patients died like his brother. He said, "I cannot afford to continue my protest anymore. Otherwise, if my condition allowed, I would sue them for selling human organs. They actually got the organs very cheap and they sell them to patients at a very high price. But I can't afford this anymore. I have to accept it."