One Medical Group San Jose

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver parked his truck outside One Medical Group and stretched lazily. ‘I wish I could work here,’ he muttered, ‘they must see some strange stuff.’ Little did he know that very day, something peculiar would indeed happen. As he walked in, an elderly patient was leaving, muttering under her breath, ‘Finally got my flu shot—now I can rest!’ The delivery driver looked puzzled but smiled, thinking, ‘At least they’re busy doing important things here.’ That night, over pizza with friends, he joked, ‘Guess what? I almost worked somewhere where people get shots every day!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it wasn’t such a bad place after all.

2. One day, after hours, a young child walked into One Medical Group and pointed excitedly towards the ceiling. When staff looked up, they saw nothing but ordinary lights. But every few minutes, the kid giggled and said, 'Look, mommy, it's dancing!' Finally, an exhausted nurse asked gently, ‘What makes it dance, sweetheart?’ The child replied with a smile, pointing to her own reflection in the window outside. Everyone burst out laughing—except maybe the poor mom, who probably thought she was going crazy.

3. One night, a neighborhood dog started howling uncontrollably every time someone entered One Medical Group's parking lot. Finally, one curious veterinarian suggested that maybe the dog was just recognizing familiar faces. Sure enough, whenever an old friend or family member visited the clinic, the dog would quiet down and wag its tail. It turned out he was simply greeting everyone like any friendly neighborhood canine.

4. One foggy morning, as patients were just arriving for their appointments, the receptionist noticed something peculiar: every time someone opened the door, a small puff of fog seemed to follow them inside. As she watched curiously, it turned out that each person carried with them a tiny cloud of mist—some brought it in on their clothes, others on their bags or even their shoes. A delivery driver arrived with such a dense fog around him that he had to shake his umbrella like an old tree branch before entering. Finally, one elderly gentleman walked in, and when he closed the door behind him, the entire waiting room was enveloped in a thick, cream-colored haze. The receptionist smiled and whispered to herself, 'Welcome to One Medical Group—where your visit might start with a little fog!'