Poor service
Two weeks ago, with a lot of pain I didn't know the origin of, I ended up on the first floor of the hospital. When I told him why I came, I asked if I had to go to the hospital with such complaints. I was told in a rough tone that I had no idea when people were being taken to the hospital, which made me cry. I was forced, after refusing, to drink a dark yellow liquid that tasted like wormwood and some sort of rinse. When I asked what it was about the liquid, I was told that a soothing tincture and a rough voice told me to drink. He also injected me with some medicine and gave me a long, incomprehensible name. Also, one of the nurses allowed herself to insult me and ask me something about suicide. I left the hospital in horror, tears, and fear. Don't know what to do or contact the police?
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