I never intended to go to ㅁㄹ from the start… I had already compared hospitals here and there, made a whole list, and even put down a deposit elsewhere with fixed dates. I was just thinking, "Alright, this is the way I'm going." But then my friend suddenly said, "Hey, I had mine done at ㅁㄹ. Just pop in for a visit," so I thought, why not check it out? I ended up visiting and completely changed my life plans there. Honestly, I didn’t expect this to happen, but once I went in for the consultation, the director’s way of speaking was really… very calming. They explained everything in a super composed manner, and when I had questions, it wasn't just brushed off; they provided detailed answers. The head nurse also went through everything step by step during the consultation, and as soon as I walked out, I decided to give up the deposit at the other hospital. I was a bit surprised at myself, too. The funny thing was that on the day of the surgery, my mom suddenly rushed to the hospital. I thought she was going to try to talk me out of it until the very end… But the director explained everything to her slowly and understandably, so at first, she had a worried expression, but after seeing the private room, her face relaxed a bit. She packed some meds for me and said, "Take care and come back well." Seeing that made me feel a bit more at ease. I can't not mention the hospital room; as soon as I entered the private room, I thought, "Wait, is this a hotel, not a hospital?" Even being alone didn't feel uncomfortable at all, especially with the motion bed… it was beyond my imagination. I was in so much pain that it felt like a truck had run over me, but if it weren't for that bed, I probably would have been cursing every time I moved to get up. Just thinking about going back home and forth to the hospital when I was in pain was mentally exhausting, but if I booked a nearby hotel, no one would be there to check on me, and I would just be wasting more money. But at ㅁㄹ, I felt like I was staying at a place with less pressure than a hotel, while the director came by several times to check on my condition, and the nurses kept coming in and out all night to ensure I was comfortable and had my meds. I honestly lost count of how many times I said "thank you" when I was discharged. That night was quite memorable; the nurse felt almost like she was stationed right next to me. If I showed any sign of discomfort, she would come right away. I dozed off while on the IV, and the time flew by, making it bearable. If it hadn’t been for that, imagining having to come back the next day would have been pretty awful. Another interesting point was that when I was consulting at other hospitals, everyone said things like, "You’ll remove the bandage yourself the next day and come back for a follow-up in a few days." I thought, "Oh, I can just manage at home and go on the designated day." But it turned out that the day after my surgery was a day off for the hospital. I thought, "Well, that’s just the way it is," but the director came in on that day off to check on my condition… At that moment, I felt a bit touched. Even though it was a holiday, them coming in to check on me didn’t feel like just a superficial service; it felt like they genuinely cared for each individual. The nurse was there that day too, and overall, I felt a continuous vibe of "taking good care of each patient," so even as time passed, little scenes kept coming to mind.