It's really bad. Thumb infrastructure broke down in the summer of 13. At that time, my home was close to the Armed Police Hospital, so I went. Go to the doctor and say that the tendon is broken and let me have an operation. I said yes, then do it. The doctor said that he would be hospitalized for surgery, so I was puzzled. Are you hospitalized after minor surgery? I won't do it for me if I don't stay in the hospital. Later, I went to the central hospital. It's really bad here. When I went there, a doctor gave me a preliminary examination and said there was no fracture. Later, another doctor came and said that I needed surgery and didn't need to be hospitalized. I think I will do it. I waited a long time for the operation. A doctor has time not to do it for me, saying that other doctors should do it. I think it's okay. Later, I went to that simple operating room. Just before the operation, a doctor came to the doctor who wanted to operate on me and told him to go away. It was really annoying for a while. The patient's wound is very painful. He needs an operation. Later, you were still whispering. On the way home, I felt that the plaster was very tight, so I went back to the hospital to find the doctor who operated on me. His answer was that the plaster was fine, and it didn't matter. I left again. I felt that the plaster was too tight in the middle of the night and went to the hospital. The doctor who operated on me was temporarily unavailable, so I went to find another doctor. Other doctors said it was a little tight, and the nurse also said it was quite tight. I told them that the doctor who operated on me. I asked him if you could help me with it. They said to wait for the doctor who operated on me to come back and let him handle it. After waiting for more than half an hour, the doctor who operated on me came back, so I pressed the plaster tightly and my hand hurt. I told him that I didn't know if he was in a bad mood or something. I broke my plaster very savagely. It doesn't matter what you say. Tell me impatiently that it's okay and go home. I think that's good. If it hurts, I'll be fine as long as it doesn't affect my condition. Check again in a few days, and the doctor has a good attitude. He prescribed me a bunch of medicine. It's quite expensive. I think it's ok. Go to the hospital now. This is not always the case. I won't let you draw some blood and spend some money unless the doctor who treated you has a burned head. I agree, too. It doesn't matter who let the hospital do this now. It doesn't matter whether you get the money well, as long as you cure the disease. I will go to the hospital for reexamination or prescribe medicine for me. The medicine prescribed is different from the first time. I opened it, too There is no need to prescribe any more medicine. The doctor's attitude is ok. When asked what questions to answer, he was one-sided and impatient. I was so wronged that I couldn't help but dare not provoke them. My hand is still in someone else's place. The most hateful thing is to go to the second interview for the last time. I asked him how to do recovery training. He is talkative, one-sided, impatient and short of time. I'm out. When I went to the later basic training, I looked it up online. As for the charge, I won't mention it. Expensive, I can spend money, but don't overdo it, just don't eat too ugly, and there are expert numbers that hang up every time I go to re-inspection. The place where I went for reexamination is the same as the place where I hung the expert number. There is only one doctor in that room. Every time I go for a reexamination, does the doctor show me whether I have an expert number or an ordinary number? Finally, I come to the conclusion that the service attitude is poor and the charge is relatively expensive, but it doesn't matter if you cure the disease. Who told me to ask you Doctors have no professional ethics at all.