The hospital is located in a convenient location. There is a bus stop nearby. The reception is conducted by highly qualified doctors. There is a parking lot nearby.
My home hospital is registered. I'm going around it the tenth way. The darkness is absolute in everything. You will bleed in the corridor, only the nurse will pay attention in order to express everything she thinks about the stained floors.
The hospital is tin, in all its manifestations.Starting with a boorish registry , ending with ignorant doctors .There won't be enough time to describe this gloom! The local people call it the penultimate stop .Then there is a cemetery on the Donetsk Sea.