1,000 years or half an hour ago some anxious patient paid a local healer in a mud hut somewhere to toss some bones and make a reading of chicken guts strewn in the dirt.  There was no diagnosis, no real medicine and no cure in the casting, but there was care.  Something, when nobody had any idea of what to do or when nothing that would be done could really change anything.  You would get better or you wouldn't.  But you paid your fee and someone gave you a ritual, they cared for you.  The scans and tests are a lot of the time modern day imitation of the bones and chicken guts.  Don't take them away.  The patients need their rituals. In fact, they demand them.   They need to believe that the heath system is somehow caring for them.