Recent issue · Thu 19 Feb 2026

Sir, no surgery?

'Sir, this is a patient for knee surgery,' the agent announced. I examined her knee. She didn't need surgery. Her face lit up with relief. The agent's didn't. He left and never came back.

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The agent brought her in on a Tuesday afternoon. A middle-aged Tamil lady from Malaysia, quiet, slightly nervous, clutching an MRI report like it was a court summons. "Sir, this is a patient for knee surgery," the agent announced before I'd even looked at her. He said it the way you'd hand a file to a clerk — the conclusion already written, just needed a stamp.

I examined her knee. No swelling. No instability. No catching, no locking, no giving way. I asked her what bothered her. She said she had occasional pain, the kind that comes and goes, worse when she thinks about it, better when she forgets. The MRI showed a small meniscal tear.

That's all it took. Once that word — tear — appeared on a report, the machinery activated. A GP referred her to a facilitator. The facilitator booked her a flight to Chennai. The facilitator found a hospital. The hospital found me. And somewhere in this assembly line, a middle-aged woman who needed reassurance was repackaged as a patient who needed arthroscopy.

I told her she didn't need surgery.

Her face changed. Not relief — liberation. Like someone had lifted a physical weight off her chest. She'd been carrying that MRI report across borders and time zones, convinced something inside her knee was broken, convinced it would only get worse, convinced that surgery was inevitable. She asked me twice more. "Confirm, doctor? No surgery?" I confirmed. She walked out of that room lighter than she'd walked in, thanking me as if I'd done something extraordinary. I hadn't. I'd done the ordinary thing — examined a patient and given an honest opinion. The system around her had made that extraordinary.

You've been in that room. Maybe not with a Malaysian patient and maybe not with an agent standing outside. But you've had a referral — from a GP, a colleague, an agent, a hospital coordinator — and you've known within the first three minutes that this patient doesn't need what they've been told they need. And you've felt it: that knot in your stomach that has nothing to do with the clinical decision and everything to do with what saying no will cost you.

As the patient walked out, the agent peeped back into my consulting room. His face was tight. "Sir, no surgery?"

"No," I said. "No surgery."

He stared at me for a moment — the kind of stare that, on a street, might have preceded something physical. But this was a hospital. He left. I never saw him again. And within the week, the word had spread through the agent network: this doctor is not interested in doing surgery.

That was the hardest sentence I ever had to carry. Not because it was true — I've done thousands of surgeries when surgery was indicated. But because in a system where the agent decides who gets patients and the surgeon's only job is to say yes, "not interested in doing surgery" is a professional death sentence.


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The Referral Economy

Here's the math nobody does.

A knee replacement at the corporate hospital in Chennai cost the patient approximately ₹2.5 lakhs. The agent's commission was 20%. Standard. Sometimes unstated, but one Bengali agent — an MBA graduate who'd drifted into medical tourism because the commissions were better than consulting — stated it plainly: "I'll get you patients. But I want 20% of the total bill." That's ₹50,000 per case. For introducing a patient to a hospital.

My share, after the hospital took its cut, after taxes, after the deductions and adjustments that every surgeon in a corporate chain knows intimately but never discusses publicly, came to less than what the agent made. Let that settle for a moment. A surgeon with 12 years of medical education, performing a procedure that demands precision measured in millimetres, took home less from that surgery than the person who made a phone call and booked a flight.

I watched agents grow in stature during my time in Chennai. One man had been a tea boy — serving chai to doctors in the hospital corridor. He understood the system, understood where the money moved, and within a year, he was bringing patients from across Northeast . His life changed overnight. Not because he acquired a clinical skill. Because he positioned himself at the chokepoint of a referral pipeline where surgery was the product and commission was the currency. Why did I study so much and receive less than what an agent would receive? I asked myself that question every month. I never found a satisfying answer.

But the agent wasn't the problem. The agent was a symptom.

The hospital ran 15 orthopaedic surgeons on 10 beds. Think about that arithmetic. Fifteen surgeons competing for ten beds means five are idle on any given day — not because there aren't patients, but because the system is designed to create scarcity. Scarcity creates desperation. Desperation creates compliance.

When you're fighting your own colleagues for OT time, you'll take the agent's patient. You'll say yes to the borderline case. You'll operate on the meniscal tear that doesn't need operating because the alternative is an empty OT and an EMI payment that doesn't care about your integrity. When surgeons fight among themselves, they don't question how the hospital is run. That's not a bug in the system. That's the design.


India's medical tourism industry is worth ₹2 lakh crore — $23.8 billion in 2025, growing at nearly 14% annually. Sixty thousand patients from Oman alone travel to India every year. Knee replacements that cost $30,000 in the US cost ₹1.8 to 4.5 lakhs here. The cost advantage is real. The care, in many cases, is genuinely excellent. But somewhere between the patient's need and the surgeon's knife, an entire economy of middlemen has inserted itself — agents, facilitators, hospital marketing teams — whose income depends not on whether the patient gets better, but on whether the patient gets operated on.

The Indian Medical Council regulations explicitly prohibit referral commissions. Courts have reinforced this — the Punjab and Haryana High Court ruled that referral fees are "opposed to public policy." And yet, the practice continues openly. Cut practice, as the industry itself calls it. Not because the law is unknown, but because hospitals themselves fall outside the regulatory framework. The regulation targets doctors. The commission flows through hospitals. The gap is structural, and it is deliberate.

I knew it was ethically wrong. I struggled with it. Vacillated from yes to no and no to yes, case by case, month by month, depending on what the EMI statement said that week. Eventually, it took a toll — not just financially, but psychologically. The constant recalibration of your moral compass based on your bank balance is a form of erosion that nobody warns you about in medical school. You don't become compromised overnight. You become tired. And tired surgeons make compromises that rested ones never would.


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What Normalised Failure Looks Like From Inside

The worst thing I witnessed in that system wasn't an unnecessary surgery. It was a necessary surgery done terribly — because the system didn't care about who was operating, only that operating was happening.

A surgeon called me once. "Boss, I want to do a knee replacement. Can you just assist me? I want to learn." I agreed. But when he operated, what I saw was butchery. There is no kinder word for it. He was tearing apart tissues that should have been dissected with precision — structures that demand the kind of respect that separates a surgeon from a technician. Not the work of a beautiful surgeon. Not something you could watch and admire. I was shrinking and shaking inside, telling him, "Be gentle. Hold it like this. Do this." Knowing that none of it was going to change what he was doing to that joint.

The patient was a medical tourist. Flew in, got operated on, flew back. No follow-up. No accountability. No record that would ever surface in a morbidity conference. If that knee failed six months later in another country, nobody in Chennai would know. And if they did, nobody would act. The system has no memory for its own failures when those failures occur 2,000 kilometres away.

That surgeon did surgeries left and right — irrespective of whether the patient needed one. Because patients kept arriving. Because agents kept sending them. Because the hospital kept providing the OT and the beds and the billing infrastructure that turned a clinical decision into a revenue event.

Here's what normalised system failure actually looks like from inside: it looks like a coping mechanism. At some point, I made a rule for myself. When I assisted certain cases, I would not meet the patient beforehand. I would walk into the theatre, do my part of the surgery as well as I could, and leave. Hope and pray that my contribution would salvage something. That the patient wouldn't suffer more than they already had at the hands of a system that had no mechanism, and no incentive, to check who was holding the scalpel.

That's what survival looked like. Not heroism. Not a stand for integrity. Survival. I'm not proud of it.

No documentation. No oversight. No regulatory framework that was actually enforced. The law existed on paper and evaporated in practice. Errant surgeons operated freely because the system had no interest in stopping them. When surgery is the product, quality control is bad for business.


The Integrity Tax

Here's what 25 years taught me about saying no.

Every time I refused to operate on a patient who didn't need surgery, I paid a tax. Not a financial tax — though it was that too. An integrity tax. The measurable cost of doing the right thing in a system that is designed to reward the wrong thing.

The agent I turned away never came back. That's the first cost: one patient, one surgery, one fee. But agents talk to each other. "This doctor doesn't do surgery" travels through their network faster than "this doctor saved my knee" ever could.

The second cost is the pipeline. One refusal doesn't just lose you one patient. It loses you the agent's entire book of referrals — every patient he would have sent this year and next. The third cost is the doubt. Did I make the right call? Maybe the patient did need surgery. Maybe I'm being too conservative. Maybe the surgeon down the corridor who says yes to everyone is right and I'm the one who's wrong. The system rewards compliance so consistently that integrity starts to feel like stubbornness.

In Chennai, the cost was severe. Most patients at that hospital came from outside the city — there was no local catchment area to fall back on. Building a practice through word of mouth, patient by patient, without agents, meant waiting for referrals that came one at a time, from patients scattered across states and countries. Nobody had patience for that. Everybody was running — before they lost their chance, before their window closed, they wanted to secure their income. I understood the urgency. I felt it too. The EMI doesn't pause while your integrity compounds.

But let me be direct about something: blanket refusal is not integrity. It's ideology. Some of those patients genuinely needed surgery, and refusing everyone to protect your moral self-image is as dishonest as operating on everyone to protect your referral pipeline. Clinical judgement means evaluating each patient on their specific presentation — not adopting a position and applying it uniformly regardless of what's in front of you. The surgeons I respect most aren't the ones who say no to everything. They're the ones who say no when it matters and yes when it's warranted, regardless of who sent the patient.

Something in me shifted when I moved out of that system entirely. In a smaller population — where patients talk to each other, where your name follows your outcomes, where a good result reaches the community within a week — the integrity tax started paying dividends. Over the past decade, patients have come to me from across the country, many of them specifically seeking me out after treatments went wrong elsewhere. They come because someone they trust had a good outcome with me. Not because an agent booked their flight. Not because a hospital's marketing team ran their numbers. Because one patient told another patient the truth about their experience.

That's the pattern I wish someone had shown me 15 years earlier: the integrity tax compounds. In a system designed for volume and commissions, integrity is a losing strategy — you will bleed patients and income and confidence until you question your own judgement. But in a system where reputation travels by word of mouth, it is the only strategy that works long-term. The question isn't whether you can afford to say no. The question is whether you can afford to stay in a system that punishes you for it.


Can You Afford Your Own Integrity?

Three questions. Ask yourself these before every referral case — whether the referral comes from an agent, a GP, or a hospital coordinator.

1. The Walk-In Test. Would I operate on this patient if they walked in off the street with no referral, no agent, no one watching my decision? If the answer changes based on who sent them, your clinical judgement is already compromised. Not maybe. Not "slightly influenced." Compromised.

Ask this: "Would I operate if nobody was paying a commission on the outcome?"

Not this: "The agent sent them, so they probably need what the agent says they need."

2. The Integrity Tax Calculation. What's the cost of saying no to this case? One surgery? One agent? An entire referral pipeline? Calculate it in rupees. Then ask yourself: can I absorb this cost right now? If you can't — if refusing one unnecessary surgery threatens your ability to cover next month's rent — then your problem isn't ethical. It's structural. You are financially trapped, and every clinical decision you make is filtered through that trap whether you admit it or not.

3. The Pipeline Audit. What percentage of your patients come through channels you don't control? If one agent, one coordinator, or one referral source controls more than 30% of your surgical volume, you don't have a practice. You have a dependency. And dependencies make cowards of us all.

The surgeon who can afford integrity is the surgeon who isn't dependent on any single referral source for survival. Build the direct pipeline — word of mouth, reputation, content, direct patient relationships. When a patient leaves your clinic, the agent may have introduced them. But you own the relationship from that moment forward. A follow-up message after the consultation — whether or not they need surgery — is the difference between the agent owning your pipeline and you owning it.


That Malaysian woman flew home without surgery. She'd been carrying an MRI report that had been transformed — through a chain of agents and financial incentives — into a boarding pass and a surgical booking. All I did was read the knee instead of reading the referral slip. Her gratitude was real. The agent's anger was real. And the silence from his network afterward — the sudden, complete absence of patients who used to arrive so easily — that was real too.

But over the years, something else became real. Patients who returned. Patients who told their families. Patients who said, "Go to this doctor — he told me I didn't need surgery, and he was right." That kind of reputation doesn't come from an agent's phone call. It comes from a thousand small decisions to tell the truth when the truth costs you something.

The agent earned more from that one knee replacement than the surgeon who would have performed it. Fix the dependency — build the practice where saying no doesn't threaten your survival — and the unnecessary surgeries fix themselves. Because the problem was never the agent. The problem was a system that made the surgeon desperate enough to need him.

The surgeon who tells you that you don't need surgery is the surgeon you want operating when you do.


I wrote this knowing that many of you reading it are where I was fifteen years ago — a corporate hospital, fifteen surgeons to ten beds, an EMI due, and an agent's patient sitting in your clinic. I'm not judging your decisions. I'm warning you about the cost of making them for too long.


Further Reading

For those who want to go deeper:

1. Patients pay a heavy price as India's doctors continue with the corrupt 'cut practice'Scroll.in
2. Rx for Referrals: Navigating the Ethical Considerations in India's Medical LandscapeCyril Amarchand Mangaldas
3. Ethical dilemmas in surgery: an interview study of practicing surgeonsBMC Medical Ethics
4. Demographic data of patients travelling from public hospitals for medical treatment abroadPMC / PubMed
5. Is the Surgery Necessary Now? The Surgeon's Conflict of InterestAMA Journal of Ethics


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