Arrr! The treasure chest be split, makin' landlubbers linger in ye infirmary longer than a barnacle on a hull!
2025-03-05
Arrr, matey! The landlubbers be sayin' we need a grand plan and smoother sails to free the poor souls trapped in the hospital's hold! Aye, 'tis a right pickle, but with some hearty coordination, we’ll set ‘em free! Avast, let’s hoist the sails o’ change!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn 'bout the grand predicament in the landlubber's hospitals, where the healers be strugglin' to send their patients back to the seas of the living! Aye, it seems the ol’ galleon of discharge be stuck in a mighty logjam, like a ship caught in a stormy squall with no wind to fill its sails!Ye see, the wise experts, them learned souls, be chantin’ in unison that what we be needin' be a full-blown systemic reform and a pinch o’ better coordination amongst the landlubber medics! Aye, forsooth, without a proper plan, patients be as trapped as a swab in the brig, unable to set sail for their cozy hammocks at home.