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I am genuinely trying to understand what is “allowed” and what isn’t when it comes to CTPs/skin subs in the office-based and “mobile”. Everyone has heard about what happened to the owners of a CTP/skin sub company in Arizona.

I am trying to understand the scenario when there is NO published Average Sales Price (ASP):

When there is no published ASP, it is my understanding that the physician must report his/her actual payment for the CTP in block 19 of a paper claim, or in the narrative record of an electronic claim. The Medicare Administrative Contractor (MAC) then reimburses the practitioner based on either the wholesale acquisition cost (WAC) plus 3%, or the invoice price plus other costs (e.g., shipping, handing, or tax). Following the rules, it seems to me that a physician would be reimbursed an amount very close to the actual price they paid for a CTP. In fact, the doctors following the rules on billing CTPs/skin subs tell me that they may actually LOSE money, particularly given the 3% sequester.

However, some practitioners are telling me that they can make huge profits on CTPs. I have been trying to understand exactly how this is achieved. One practitioner showed me that they got two invoices for the same CTP order – one showing the actual price and one the discounted price. It was up to the practitioner to decide which invoice to provide to Medicare. I don’t need to ask whether proving a falsified invoice to Medicare is legal – I know that it isn’t.

Since a practitioner could use a less expensive product for the same outcome, I assume that the only reason to use an expensive product is to make a profit off the discounted price. If there’s another reason, feel free to tell me about it.

The opinions, comments, and content expressed or implied in my statements are solely my own and do not necessarily reflect the position or views of Intellicure or any of the boards on which I serve.

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