Prof. M.D. Orhan Çınar

My 82-year-old father, Ahmet, fell in the garden and fractured his hip. The ambulance brought him to Ankara Hospital Acibadem in immense pain. Dr. Çınar met us in the ER with a calm, commanding presence that immediately eased our panic. He didn't just see a fracture; he saw a diabetic patient with a heart history. His coordination with orthopedics and cardiology was seamless. He explained the risks of surgery versus conservative treatment in terms we could understand, never talking down to us. Post-surgery, he checked on my father personally at 11 PM, adjusting his pain management. My father calls him 'the commander who saved my march.' This wasn't just trauma care; it was holistic, dignified care for an elderly life.

Our 5-year-old, Elif, swallowed a small toy battery. The panic was indescribable. At the ER, Dr. Orhan Çınar moved with a focused urgency that was somehow still gentle. He knelt to Elif's eye level, showed her the flashlight, and called it a 'treasure hunt' for the shiny button. While he was calm with her, his instructions to the team were rapid and precise. He explained the timeline of tissue damage from the battery to us with clear diagrams, making the need for immediate endoscopy undeniable. He held her hand as she went under anesthesia. The procedure was a success. He followed up the next day with a stuffed animal 'who also had a full check-up.' He treated our terror with expertise and our child with magic.

I'm a long-distance runner and came in after a severe ankle twist during a marathon, thinking it was just a bad sprain. Dr. Çınar, during what I assumed would be a routine check-up, noticed the abnormal swelling pattern. His intuition was sharper than any machine. He ordered a specific stress ultrasound, revealing a complete peroneal tendon rupture—a rare injury often missed. His explanation was like a masterclass: he used my own running shoe to demonstrate biomechanics. The complex surgical repair he coordinated required a specialist from another department, which he arranged within hours. His post-op protocol was brutal but tailored; he knew an athlete's mind. Six months later, I'm back running. He saw the athlete, not just the injury.

Following a major motorcycle accident with multiple abrasions and a suspected minor concussion, I was discharged from another clinic. Days later, I developed a raging fever and confusion. At Acibadem's ER, Dr. Çınar took one look at my 'healing' wounds and his demeanor shifted. He identified a nascent necrotizing fasciitis infection—a flesh-eating bacteria—beginning under a seemingly superficial scrape. His voice was grave but controlled as he declared a surgical emergency. The speed was breathtaking: within 45 minutes I was in debridement surgery. He saved my leg, and likely my life, by seeing the catastrophe I couldn't feel. His follow-up visits were brutally honest about the recovery road but infused with a gritty encouragement. He is the doctor you want in the gray zone between 'okay' and disaster.