Page 2 — The X-Ray That Shut Everyone Up
Dr. Chen held his phone up so the whole circle could see.
An X-ray filled the screen.
“This is Marcus’s lumbar spine,” he said, clinical and calm. “L4 and L5.”
He zoomed in.
“These are rods. These are screws. This is a spinal fusion.”
No one spoke.
Because you can argue with a person.
You can’t argue with metal bolted into someone’s body.
Dr. Chen kept going, like he was teaching a class.
“The reason he can stand during physical therapy is because we train short distances with support. That’s rehab. Not a miracle.”
Then he added the sentence that made my brother go stiff.
“Permanent nerve damage means his leg can give out without warning.”
That was the part nobody wanted to admit.
Not because they didn’t understand.
Because accepting it would mean admitting they’d been cruel to someone who was actually suffering.
Dr. Chen looked directly at Tyler.
“But sure,” he said evenly. “He’s faking.”
Tyler’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Then Dr. Chen swiped to the next thing on his phone.
Read what he played—and why my uncle’s “evidence video” suddenly became a liability 👇
