Treasure Island

krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

(1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

Good Lord - save me from such doctors.....


Good Lord....................

Good Lord deliver us from such doctors
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With hospitals/medical field getting into the corporate mode patients are increasingly facing the music. This said, there still are many doctors who work treating patients as they would their own relatives. But the percentage is falling by the day as many are being caught up in the get rich quick culture.

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  • Kanniappan Kanniappan (11/7/2013 10:47:00 PM)

    You are 99% right! One is to get quick money, the next is poor education in private medical colleges.
    I happened to see a doctor while I was in charge of a hospital for sometime. A surgeon wrote CT scan for a patient with headache, without a preliminary exam and diagnosis. He adamantly said this was his teaching! (Report) Reply

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