Dr. Waseem Ahmed

I'd been to a couple of doctors for this nagging stomach pain and fatigue, everyone said it was just stress. Dr. Waseem Ahmed actually listened, asked a bunch of questions I hadn't been asked before. He pieced together things I thought were unrelated and ordered a specific test. Turned out to be something pretty rare with my gallbladder. He explained it in plain Tamil, drew a little diagram on his notepad. I was scared, but he laid out the plan so clearly, it didn't feel so overwhelming anymore.

Had to get a small cyst removed from my back. Honestly, I was more nervous about the hospital process than the cut itself. But with Dr. Ahmed, it was just... straightforward. The appointment was on time, he told me exactly what he was going to do, and it was over in maybe twenty minutes. The stitches were neat, healing was a breeze. Sometimes you just want something simple done well, without any drama, and that's what I got.

Look, the parking at Apollo OMR is always a bit of a hunt, I won't lie. But once I got inside, it made a difference. The front desk lady saw I was looking lost and pointed me the right way. The nurse who took my vitals was really kind, cracked a joke about the Chennai heat while checking my BP. The whole place felt calm and clean, which helped settle my nerves before seeing the doctor. It's the little things.

My son, he's eight, had a bad fever and was terrified of doctors. Dr. Ahmed didn't just talk to me; he got down to my boy's level. He showed him how his stethoscope worked, let him listen to his own heartbeat. Spoke to him so gently, called him 'captain'. By the end, my son was showing him his toy car. That patience, that way of making a scared kid feel brave—that's a special kind of skill. Means more than any medicine sometimes.