Department of Radiation Oncology

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and cars quieted down, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside the Department of Radiation Oncology. Every few minutes, a faint humming sound would drift through the air, like an old radio left on too long. Curious, he parked his truck nearby and peered inside the fence. The hum grew louder—a soft, rhythmic tune that reminded him of his grandmother’s old gramophone. Turns out, it was just an overzealous air conditioner playing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.’ A neighbor later explained it was set to that song for some strange reason.

2. At night, when the lights in the Department of Radiation Oncology clinic were turned off, an exhausted nurse whispered to herself, ‘I hope those machines don’t start talking tonight.’ And then they did. Suddenly, a deep voice echoed through the empty hallway: 'Good evening, Nurse. How may I assist you today?' The nurse jumped and laughed nervously, replying, 'Just checking if everything’s working properly, Dr. Silent.' From that day on, whenever she left late at night, she’d wave goodbye to the silent machines with a smile.

3. At night, when the lights in the Department of Radiation Oncology clinic flickered softly, a delivery driver heard something unusual coming from inside one of the closed rooms. Curious, he cracked open the door and peered inside. A soft glow emanated from an old radio on the desk, playing some obscure jazz tune. ‘Must be their secret relaxation technique,’ he thought with a smile. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood knew why the clinic’s Wi-Fi was so good—apparently, it came with an excellent background playlist.’

4. At night, when the Department of Radiation Oncology clinic fell silent, a delivery driver heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he approached the building, only to discover that the noise seemed to follow him wherever he walked. Finally, he realized it was just his phone vibrating in his pocket—an old ringtone from his college days. The next morning, everyone had a good laugh over coffee, and life returned to normal. Well, almost—they did start calling the place ‘The Humming Clinic’ for a while.