Harley Street-the dream of one man and now the flagship of many...

Many Malaysians and Singaporeans who resides in the United Kingdom, UK, or who has visited or is visiting London might be familiar with Harley Street Healthcare Clinic, HSHC, based in the heart of the medical district of London.

The story started 30 years ago. 30 years ago, if you are visiting London and fell ill or need an urgent medical care or assistance , it was, indeed very difficult because the National Health Service, NHS of the UK, at that time, do not provide care for foreigners. Thus, it started with a dream of a man as a corporate social enterprise in 1987. He is Dr R Danapal, a gynaecologist,whom obtained his postgraduate training from London’s Royal College of Obstetrics and Gynaecology. Prior to starting his own practice, he spent several years as Assistant to The Queen’s Gynaecologist, Sir George Pinker.

Today, HSHC has continued to provide the highest quality of healthcare advice and variety of services tailored to meet the needs and wellbeing of each individual from consultation, vaccination, aesthetic treatment to health and lifestyle services. They are committed in delivering the best available services in private medicine, ensuring any worries or concerns are dealt with at the earliest opportunity. With a fast referral network and turnaround of results, all of their services are run by fully qualified medical experts.

According to it's Chief Executive Officer, CEO, Dr Balu, who is also a consultant psychiatrist, healthcare services are seeing a dramatic change over the past 15 years, where then it is all about illnesses but now more about wellness. Medical practitioners do have social responsibilities to fulfill this requirements and expectations.

Dr Balu is one of Dr Danapal's new team member responsible in changing HSHC's future, from an umbrella organization led by one man to a vibrant team of experts in the health sector and corporate world.

In the dream of spreading it's wings to offer a fully comprehensive medical, health and wellbeing care in a fast moving digitalised world, Dr Danapal wants to see HSHC's services are easily accessible to everyone irrespective of their economic background. To achieve this, HSHC is working on it's own application-an app in order to monitor it's patients from home. You can be in Malaysia, Singapore or any parts of the world and HSHC's doctors, experts and consultants can monitor your health with a click of a button.

Until that dream materialises, if you are in Harley Street and feel you might catch London's cold, knock at door number 104 and friendly face will greet you with warm welcome.

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