M.D. Murat Sarıkaş

My 8-year-old son, Leo, had a mysterious limp that appeared overnight. We were terrified it could be something serious. Dr. Murat Sarıkaş at Acibadem Fulya didn't just examine him—he got down on the floor, played with a toy car to make Leo laugh, and discovered a rare, painless subluxation in his hip during the distraction. His approach was pure magic. No scary tests, just gentle manipulation that fixed it in minutes. He explained it to Leo using a 'wobbly wheel' analogy. We left with a happy, running child and a doctor who treats the whole person, not just the X-ray.

As a 72-year-old retired carpenter with hands ruined by decades of work, I'd accepted constant pain as my fate. My daughter dragged me to Dr. Sarıkaş for a 'routine checkup.' He spent an hour just listening to stories about my craft, examining how I used to hold my tools. He didn't push surgery. Instead, he designed a unique, phased plan: custom splints, targeted injections, and exercises to preserve what mobility I had left. 'Your hands have stories; let's help them tell a few more,' he said. For the first time in years, I can hold my granddaughter's hand without wincing. This wasn't medicine; it was restoration.

I'm a professional volleyball player. A complex, multi-ligament knee injury during a match threatened to end my career. The ER referred me for emergency consultation. Dr. Sarıkaş met me at Acibadem Fulya at 10 PM, his calm demeanor instantly cutting through my panic. He presented three surgical options with 3D models, explaining the trade-offs between fastest recovery and long-term stability for an athlete. He chose an innovative, less common reconstruction technique tailored for explosive lateral movement. The surgery was flawless, but his true genius was the aggressive, psychology-informed rehab protocol. He texted me before key training milestones. I'm back on the court, not just healed, but stronger. He saved my livelihood.

My follow-up visit was for a seemingly simple wrist fracture, but it became something profound. I'd had the cast removed elsewhere and was told 'all good.' Dr. Sarıkaş, reviewing the file, noticed a microscopic alignment issue on the old scan that others missed. 'It will heal, but it may ache in 20 years when you're gardening,' he explained. He offered a minor, precise corrective procedure most wouldn't bother with. What struck me was his temporal thinking—treating my future 70-year-old self as his patient today. The procedure was quick, but the philosophy was immense. He practices orthopedics with a rare blend of eagle-eyed detail and deep humanity.