The most cheeky employees work here.
It's just a terrible place, straight from the country of the eternally unhappy. It is impossible to get through and make an appointment with a doctor. You come in person, they say: "Why don't you call." Okay, I was signed up with grief for the sexes, but on the wrong date! What are they listening to? After all, they work in a polyclinic, and the ENT is just around the corner! Yes, it's my fault, I didn't notice… I returned the next day, but the coupons were gone!
Many who stood in line at the reception desk noticed the unfriendly tone of the staff, made comments to them, and in response they were sent almost three letters.
At the request of the book of comments and suggestions, they are sent far away and say that their salaries are already low. The question is, who forced you to choose this workplace? Because of such places, a phobia of registries is formed.
Thank you.
If it were possible, I would have given it 5 stars. Firstly, I can't get through, they don't pick up the phone from the word at all. Secondly, the doctor did not even open the card at the reception, she threw it aside. Well, thirdly, I was served for many years by an allergist (a coupon for which is issued only by a therapist) by a doctor who knows everything about my illness and what medications and dosages I need so that it does not become lethal, BUT the therapist categorically refused to write to the doctor, due to the fact that they allegedly never issued these coupons to the clinic on Margelova to an allergist. Although I have been living in Bilevo for 12 years, I was serviced at my place of residence and recorded and issued a ticket there for the same amount! They said go for a fee. It's an abomination, not an outpatient clinic! And the doctors are the same! The nurse is generally a prankster, the outpatient clinic has just opened and she claims that she has been working here for 6 years, the question is where? Has she worked in the field for 6 years? There was nothing here, hello.
She went to the outpatient clinic at her place of residence, they said on the phone without any problems that she could come and write an application for consolidation. There was a woman at the reception desk who fancied herself to be the head doctor. I began to dissuade and rudely explain that I did not belong here. She talked to me in parallel, interrupting, gave me a sheet to fix it. When asked where I can get a pen, I replied, go ahead, write there, without showing or explaining where. After such an attitude, any desire is lost, it is better to travel far, but with human service.