Saint John's Hospital Pædiatric Department - Saint John's Hospital Pædiatric Department

We were very kindly received, although it turned out we didn't belong there. Our 3-year-old daughter was professionally cared for. Our child's life was saved here 12 years ago.

Very dear cute, doctors and nurses! They always did a thorough job. Unfortunately, the building collapsed quite a bit. :( I hope you get money for the renovation!

Maximum positive disappointment !!! We were prepared like the other hospitals: medical übermensch consciousness, nerve-wracking anticipation, gratitude money. On the contrary: -cultured environment (mainly compared to the financial situation) -We finished in about half an hour (although no appointment could be requested) -and the doctor was kind and visibly dedicated The only negative is machine coffee, let’s just slip down to the ‘John’ buffet.

Nurses cannot be distinguished from mothers with their children inside because they are civilians. Did the white cloak-fityula footwear go out of fashion? Although doctors do their best to heal, there was still a lot of problems. They did not notice e.g. a drug allergy and the child's body was defended by force ...

The building is a bit old, but it works perfectly compared to a Hungarian hospital. The nurses and doctors are wonderful, I can thank them a lot.

Avoid pediatric outpatient clinics if possible. We were sent for surgery with a urinary tract infection. Later, the extension where we had to inquire about the result of the urine sample to get an antibiotic was constantly set aside. All this before 6-7 in the evening before the long weekend!

It doesn’t make much sense to write a Google review of a public institution, but if you can, why not in the end. Our experiences are very mixed. The building needs strong modernization, but not now, but for many decades. Compared to the others, the children's class can be said to be a tip-top, but of course half of the doors and windows don't close, and I didn't faint from the cleanliness either. After pulling the curtains, a nice big cockroach fell on the hand of my infused 10-year-old son, luckily his father was there with him! There was disinfectant soap everywhere. The food is unclassifiable. The soup was a deci, completely empty, as if a pot of soup had been rinsed with water and brought to us. The cheapest industrial margarine, a slice of dry bread, and an apple were for dinner. We didn't get anything to drink at all. The physician-nurses (except for a muffler) communicate in a surprisingly human, almost Western, European tone compared to a public institution. Full of young doctors, enthusiastic, kind, dedicated. They should not be allowed to burn out, even though such working conditions are inevitable. In the ward I got a camping bed, my husband was told for a week that he could sleep with the child in a bed or on the floor, in the end they were only willing to give it to him without bed…. they were allowed to sleep. They didn’t bother after 5pm either, but they often looked at us during the day to see if everything was okay. They listened patiently through our medical history. There is a huge shortage of people in the outpatient clinic (also), a newly operated doctor struggles with a crutch alone to take care of the patients, his assistant is nowhere because something he does something else, elsewhere.