Neuromed — Невропатолог Винница

"Tell Dr. Sokolova," he said, his voice thick. "Tell her the roads are open."

The clinic was a sleek capsule of light and silence on Soborna Street. It smelled of ozone and chamomile, a stark contrast to the dusty, Soviet-era polyclinic Leonid had dreaded. Halyna had already filled out the forms. She wasn't asking anymore. neuromed невропатолог винница

Dr. Oksana Sokolova was not the stern, rushed neurologist of Leonid’s nightmares. She was young, with sharp green eyes that held no pity, only intense focus. Her office had no diploma-covered walls, just a single model of a neuron, its dendrites branching like a silver tree. "Tell Dr