400 thousand rubles - and no leukemia of the 2nd degree

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400 thousand rubles - and no leukemia
Caution, a new type of fraud!

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This story happened to my mom a week ago. She tells herself:

After the flu, I was sent to an ordinary procedure - to take a general blood test. And two days later the bell rang.

- Natalya Petrovna? They call you from the district clinic. You took a blood test in our laboratory. You are in trouble, but don’t worry. Now we will connect you with your local doctor. Who is your district officer?

“Ivanova Tatyana Ivanovna,” I muttered in complete confusion.
Pleasant music played in the receiver. Then came a sympathetic female voice:
- Hello, Natalya Petrovna. This is Tatyana Ivanovna. Your blood test came. It’s my duty to inform you that you have second-degree leukemia.

My legs became cottony, the brain refused to obey. Consciousness returned to the word "oncologist."
- Natalya Petrovna, do not worry. Everything will be fine, a female voice said in the receiver. “I will connect you with our oncologist now.” He will explain everything to you. Only I beg you, Natalya Petrovna. He will send you to Kashirka. In no case do not agree! On Kashirka, you are tortured with chemotherapy and brought to the fourth degree. Ask to send you to the Central Clinical Hospital! Only at the Central Design Bureau! There is the latest equipment. They will put you on your feet.

Pleasant music played again. It seemed to me that she had been playing for ages. Then a man, determined and serious, sounded in the receiver. He, as was said, invited me to come for a direction to Kashirka. I, obedient to the will of a female voice, began to refuse and beg to send me to the Central Design Bureau.

- But, Natalya Petrovna, it is very expensive.
- How many? - the conversation finally became concrete, and I mobilized.
“Natalya Petrovna, it will cost four hundred thousand,” the oncologist admitted somehow doomedly.

- I will find the money.
- Alright, wait on the phone. I will contact the Central Design Bureau now and let you know the results.

While the same pleasant melody was playing, I frantically tried to figure out where to get this amount. For a week, I could, perhaps, collect it. But first of all, I had to tell my husband about everything and consult with him.

The music played for about half an hour, then the oncologist returned:
“You were very lucky, Natalya Petrovna.” There is one place in the Central Design Bureau. True, two more people claimed for it, but one patient died today, and the second can wait a little, she does not have such a bad case as yours.

- When do I need to give money?
“Preferably in an hour.” You understand, the place will not be kept for a long time. And the day after tomorrow, come to the consultation in the clinic, in room 216. Both I and your local doctor will be there. After the consultation, you will immediately be hospitalized.

An hour instead of a week! It was impossible. But in some situations, we do the impossible. Of course, there was nothing to think about any lengthy conversations with her husband. Begging the oncologist for two hours instead of one, I rushed to the savings bank, then to my friends. I called my husband to throw him on the run: “I have trouble. We have to part with all our savings. Details of the house. ”

Two hours later, the oncologist called again:
- Natalya Petrovna, are you ready to meet with our social worker and sign a contract?
A social worker was waiting for me and my husband, who had rushed from work, at the exit of the subway. Putting some papers for signature, he took the money from us, issued a receipt and disappeared into the dungeon.

What happened next is, in general, understandable. Having arrived home and calmed down a little, we asked several quite reasonable questions that for some reason did not occur to me from the very beginning. And then we called the clinic. Needless to say, my tests were normal, that the oncologist in our clinic is not a man, but a woman, that the district police officer never called me in her life and her voice is completely different. Well, 216 cabinet simply does not exist.

When I told the story to the police, the whole department came running. They heard a lot of fraudulent stories, but there was no such order in the memory of the capital’s guards. And all in one voice asked me the same question: “Why did you believe these stories so easily? They are sewn with white thread! ” It’s easy for them to talk. I would have looked at these cheerful men if they had heard the sound of thunder in the blue sky “you have leukemia” in the telephone receiver.

Well, of course, I am ashamed of my own stupidity. So embarrassing that I decided not to tell this shameful story to anyone. But suddenly a thought came to my mind: I'm not the only one so stupid, there will be other victims in other clinics. These rogues, apparently, have their own people in medical laboratories. Otherwise, how would they know about me?
So, changing the names, I still decided to contact everyone who hears me via the Internet: “People! Do not rush to believe the compassionate paramedics who tell you terrible news about your health by phone. If they have something to tell you, let them invite you to their medical offices. There you are definitely not recognized. ”

 

[Матушкин Андрей Николаевич]

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