tunnel

After a mind-numbing session of tuition (what a freaking bore…), I popped into my family clinic, which is tucked away at a corner at a residential estate.

Man… This doctor. I’ve been seeing him for as long as I can remember. I don’t fall ill often, but when I’m really sick, he’s the first person that comes in mind. (I only go polyclinic to fake for MCs, haha)

Every time when I enter his room, he’ll greet me like an “ever-shining morning glory”. I feel almost better instantly. I’ve always been plagued with autoimmune shits like asthma, eczema, and the latest being the hair problem. He never failed to make me well again, giving me “majik potions” and injections when needed to.

However, lately I’ve been having doubts about doctors. My lecturers often advised me to seek second opinion when it comes to medical treatments and diagnosis. And then, I read bout how some doctors anyhowly recommend treatments and prescribe drugs to their patients just so they could leech off more money from them and from pharmaceutical companies.

Suddenly it seems we can’t even trust our doctors.

I feel very bad now ‘cause I doubted my family GP. I left his consultation room feeling optimistic and hopeful. But now I sit here, feeling skeptical instead.