Seriously i was brought here on in an emergency, i received expert care and can't say enough about…read morethe great care and compassion during my stay which was only 9 hours

Even zero stars if I had a choice! Run away! From this place that calls itself a hospital with…read moredoctors.. My father stayed there on a stretcher X 3 days in ER/ or a corridor. We organized a transfer to a private clinic in Rome. My brother went to Rome. They transferred him to another hospital in Rome during the night without telling us! There is no cardiologist on staff anyways....run, don't walk

what a shameless staff they have in the night shift i have an issue in my feet even i am not able…read moreto walk. there are three women and a men they came out for smoking first they start laughing at me what's he is doing here. Then they said me to take some painkiller than its be ok

I didnt have to do any medical exams or checkups but i did have to admire the history. Built in the…read more1500s and continually running? Thats crazy a,azing. At first i thought it was a police outpost but then i realized it was a hospital. A cool building packed into the tiny Tiber Island that isnt only historically and aesthetically cool, it heals people since old times

Worst hospital I ever seen, something you would expect in a third world country during war. My son…read morebroke his elbow. Treated us like second hand citizen, the cast was the worst cast the hospital in Sweden ever seen and it weighed so much that our 11 year son hardly could carry it.

This place is worse than a hospital in a third would country. My father is lucky to have gotten out…read moreof there alive thanks to travel insurance. After sending photos of the disgusting state he was surrounded by & the food he was given, Allianz organised to move him within a couple of days into a real hospital with doctors, nurses, a reception desk & food served on plates not sealed plastic containers. His room was cleaned every day unlike the Policlinico & his bed was remote controlled so he didn't need a trash can behind his back to sit him up. YES ALL TRUE & HAVE PHOTOS. They dropped food on the floor & just put it back on the patients tray in front of our eyes. Blood stained sheets for days due to public holidays. 8 beds squashed together when my dad was immune compromised. 90 minutes a day for visiting hours & the nurses were too lazy to open the doors on time. We just kept banging on the door. Couldn't even get a hot cup of tea for my dad as he was struggling to breathe. And was advised by a local visitor to may be bake a cake for the nurses & they would look after him. My mum's response: "I haven't licked anyone's ass in my 75 years & ain't going to do it now!" Just go straight to the Rome America Hospital if you need care & want to survive.

I spent 3 days in the hell that was San Camillo's Emergency room. 20 hours I spent laying in my…read morewaste on a gurney in the hallway, I had a broken femur and was in horrible pain. I woke up alone, with no knowledge or memory of where I was, how I got there, and what had happened. I have never been treated more like an animal than I was there. I gave 2 stars because the actual treatment, cat scan, MRI and x-rays were top quality.I didn't eat or drink for over 36 hours but I had a drip. I begged for water but was ignored. I kept hearing myself referred to as Gli Americana like it was a dirty word. When they transferred me from my gurney to take a test I begged for them to be gentle but each time they yanked my mat over while I howled in excruciating pain. It was almost like they did it on purpose. I had a catheter put in in the middle of this huge emergency room with no privacy. The one little trifold screen that I saw was in use. Mercifully, after 3 days an orthopedic surgeon arrived to tell me my diagnosis. He was so kind and empathetic that I sobbed. I was trying to arrange to be medevaced home, but the Dr said that was too dangerous. The story had a happier ending as I was transferred to the Casa di Cura Pio XI hospital which was like a Ritz-Carlton. I can't say enough good things about my treatment there. As for Camillo, I feel like a survivor with PTSD. I never cry, but in the last month I find myself collapsing in sadness with no explanation other than the experience I went through.