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Read more...Due in large part to rising costs of elective or specialized surgeries and complexities of insurance programs, many Americans are looking to foreign hospitals to serve their medical needs. As this trend continues to grow, international regulation agencies are beginning to research foreign hospitals, especially in popular destinations such as India, Singapore and Thailand, to see how they measure up to the safety standards of U.S. hospitals. But despite the surge in research and resources, there is still much about medical tourism that is unknown and Robin Cook explores these mysteries in Foreign Body.
The feisty protagonist of Foreign Body, Jennifer Hernandez is a fourth year medical student at UCLA when she learns from a CNN newscast that her beloved grandmother Maria has died in a New Delhi hospital after what was supposed to be a routine hip replacement surgery. Desperate for closure, Jennifer travels to India; but when hospital workers become increasingly demanding that Jennifer quickly dispose of her grandmother's body, and more patients begin to die, she realizes there may be more at stake than she thought.
Like Robin Cook's previous works, Foreign Body is rich in detail and seemingly ripped from the headlines. He masterfully blends intrigue and medical fact and forces us to examine the issues facing modern healthcare. The result is another pulse-pounding medical thriller from the man who invented the genre.
Read an excerpt from Foreign Body:
Prologue
October 15, 2007
Monday, 7:00 P.M.
DELHI, INDIA
Only those long-term residents of Delhi who were extraordinarily sensitive to the vicissitudes of the city's traffic patterns could tell that rush hour had peaked and was now on the downward slope. The cacophony of horns, sirens, and screeches seemed undiminished to the tortured, untrained ear. The crush appeared unabated. There were gaudily painted trucks; buses with as many riders clinging precariously to the outside and on the roof as were inside; autos, ranging from hulking Mercedes to diminutive Marutis; throngs of black-and-yellow taxis; auto rickshaws; various motorcycles and scooters, many carrying entire families; and swarms of black, aged bicycles. Thousands of pedestrians wove in and out of the stop-and-go traffic, while hordes of dirty children dressed in rags thrust soiled hands into open windows in search of a few coins. Cows, dogs, and packs of wild monkeys wandered through the streets. Over all hung a smothering blanket of dust, smog, and general haze.
For Basant Chandra, it was a typically frustrating evening commute in the city that he had lived in for his entire forty-seven years. With a population of more than fourteen million, traffic had to be tolerated, and Basant, like everyone else, had learned to cope. On this particular night he was even more tolerant than usual since he was relaxed and content from having stopped for a visit with his favorite call girl, Kaumudi.
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