Fountain Medical Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as patients shuffled into Fountain Medical Clinic for their routine check-ups, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your doctor today is Dr. Patience, and he’s running late.’ As the minutes ticked by, a delivery driver leaned against the door and muttered, 'This reminds me of that time I was waiting for my pizza.' Eventually, Dr. Patience appeared, sheepishly apologizing, and the day continued with only minor delays—much like life itself.

2. A regular patient, frowning at the long queue, muttered under his breath: ‘Why does it always take forever to see Dr. Quick?’ Just then, a nurse called out: ‘Mr. Smith, your appointment is finally here!’ As Mr. Smith approached the door, he heard another voice from inside: ‘Next patient, please—we’re running behind schedule!’ Turning around, he saw a delivery driver sighing and saying, “I’ll believe they’re running behind when I see them actually moving.” The story ended with everyone laughing, including poor Dr. Quick who was trying desperately to keep up with his backlog.

3. In the waiting room of Fountain Medical Clinic, a curious pamphlet lay on the table. It wasn’t just any pamphlet—it was titled 'How to Improve Your Sleep Using Ancient Russian Herbal Remedies'. No one had ever mentioned herbal remedies before. A delivery driver picked it up curiously and asked the receptionist if they delivered ancient herbs with every visit. The receptionist smiled and replied, ‘Not yet, but maybe next time.’ Meanwhile, an elderly gentleman dozed off reading about ‘Sleeping Baths with Lavender Petals’—and everyone assumed he was just another regular who always fell asleep in the waiting room.

4. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fountain Medical Clinic with a heavy box in hand. As he unlocked the door, a strange humming sound filled the air—was it coming from inside or out? He opened the box and found only a small fountain pen inside—a gift for the receptionist, apparently left there by mistake. The humming turned out to be just the pen’s ink cartridge warming up. Everyone had a good laugh over breakfast the next day.