Oregon Medical Group

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the waiting room of Oregon Medical Group, a regular patient leaned over and asked another: ‘Did you hear? The doctor’s office has started growing its own herbs!’ Another patient, a gruff-looking delivery driver, scoffed: ‘Herbs my ass! They’re probably just growing pot behind that fancy reception desk.’ A neighbor chimed in with a laugh: ‘Well, if they are, it must be some potent stuff—last time I saw Dr. Green, he was floating three feet off the ground!’

2. In the parking lot of Oregon Medical Group, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the shopping carts. Curious, he peered inside and found an old, dusty accordion, its keys covered in layers of dust. Who left it there? And why? As days passed, more curious neighbors began leaving their own forgotten belongings—an old umbrella, a cracked teacup, even a rusted bicycle—in the cart. Eventually, someone from the clinic took notice and posted a sign: ‘Free Stuff Cafe.’ Soon enough, the parking lot became a quirky community hub where everyone swapped lost treasures for coffee.

3. In the waiting room of Oregon Medical Group, a nurse announced over the intercom: 'Please be advised that our MRI machine has developed an unusual feature—it now plays classical music during scans!' Soon enough, patients started requesting their favorite composers for their sessions. A delivery driver insisted on Mozart, while an elderly lady asked for Bach. Even a grumpy businessman demanded Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony—much to everyone's surprise. Eventually, the MRI became so popular that people from neighboring towns came just to get scanned there.

4. In the hallway outside Oregon Medical Group, an elderly gentleman cleared his throat loudly every morning at precisely 8:15. No one could figure out why he did it, but soon everyone started greeting him with a smile. One day, a new doctor arrived and asked curiously, ‘Who’s that old man making that same noise every morning?’ An older nurse whispered, ‘He’s just our resident early bird. He’s been doing it for years.’ The doctor nodded thoughtfully, then quietly cleared his own throat at exactly 8:15… only to join in harmony with the gentleman, who smiled warmly and said, “Finally found someone else who appreciates precision!”