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A California doctor who billed a whopping $35 million in hospice care to Medicare last year has had her billing license revoked.

Dr. Fariba Javaherian is a registered dermatologist, but according to Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS) billing data obtained by The Post, she is associated with 63 hospice facilities across California either as a medical director, attending physician or in some other capacity.


The National Provider Identifier (NPI) registered with Dr. Javaherian, a unique 10 digit number given to individual healthcare providers, was used for 1,662 unique patients across the 63 hospice agencies and appeared on more than 6,000 claims that billed $35,816,331.

Following The Post’s extensive investigation, CMS revoked Javaherian’s license to bill Medicare. 

When asked for comment about Javaherian’s suspension to bill Medicare, CMS Administrator Dr. Mehmet Oz told The Post, “‘Do no harm’ was ignored, and in its place, was a practice of devastating damage disguised as help.”

“Dr. Javaherian’s white coat was a costume,” Oz added. Javaherian is not accused of any wrongdoing. 

Dr. Javaherian denied working for 63 hospice agencies, instead claimed she was a victim of fraud and that her NPI was stolen through HospiceMD — a cloud-based electronic medical records and software platform. 

“I have been doing it for 12 years and I have seen so many things and I have been calling here and there, stopping them. I called HospiceMD, they said, ‘no, doctor, you cannot deactivate your account,’” Javaherian told The Post. “Hospice should deactivate your account.” 

Javaherian alleged HospiceMD started fraudulent hospice facilities under her name.

“They start hospice under me, they charge Medicare, in a matter of six months they disappear. It’s been going on,” she said, adding that she is “not on their payroll.” 

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