I AM an old-school general practitioner (GP). I still remember walking muddy lanes for house calls and keeping watch beside a patient in their final hours.
My training was solid, my licence is valid, and my promise has always been simple: to be there when my patients need me, not when someone sitting on panels, website or badge decides I am allowed.
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