about our medicine. My wife and I retired and bought a house in a village on the border of the Saratov and Volgograd regions. The children, granddaughter and grandchildren live in the Moscow region, the grandson in Saratov. On vacation, on vacation - all to us: the river Bear, natural food, clean air, simple good people. The village has a hospital, the building was built in 1914, water heating, high large chambers. I was born there in 1945. The hospital worked under the cursed tsarism, under the equally cursed socialism, and under the current democracy became unprofitable, they wanted to close! The hospital was closed, and the daily reception of the patients was left. Not during the day, but until noon.
Now the story itself. I visited my grandson Vanjuza in the summer. The first class is over! Riding around the village with friends on a bicycle, learned to ride without holding the steering wheel and one evening stumbled, fell, straightened his skin on his left knee around the asphalt. The mother of one of her friends, who lived near the fall site, washed her knees with hydrogen peroxide and friends and friends put Vania on a bicycle and brought her home. I bowed my knees, went to bed, and took Vania to the hospital in the morning. During the night, the bandage should be dampened to remove. The nurse brought a bottle of peroxide, poured out - not enough! But no more! The nurse tells me: Do you have a mango at home? I say there is. She is: Bring it. Another says: We can buy furacilin in the pharmacy kiosk, dilute and water, it will be faster. Bought, divorced, polished, the bandage removed. I have to wrap. What will we smash? Do you have Bipanthenes at home? I : I have. She is: Bring it. Dentist: I will bring now (living across the road from the hospital). I brought, named, bandage I bought in the pharmacy kiosk, clogged. This is what? There is nothing in the hospital for the child!!! Tell me, please, the censorship words to evaluate our medicine!
But that is not all! Literally a day ago, an optical fiber cable was taken to our hospital! We will be treated online. There are no medicines, there is the internet. Well again tell me the censorship words and to whom to tell them!