When you are not feeling well, you go to consult a doctor. You know the basic social contract of healthcare is to consult a doctor, but instead greeted by a receptionist or a clinical assistant who barely even looks up from their computer and they just ask you to rattle off your symptoms while they click through this pre-printed, generic flow chart on their screen, following a rigid checklist based entirely on a statistical algorithm, without anyone ever laying a physical hand on you.

They print out a prescription for antibiotics, hand it across the desk, and dismiss you—all in maybe five minutes. You walk out in the parking lot trusting them because, well, they represent the medical system. You assume they know what they’re doing; you assume the system is built to protect you. But considering just chilling reality, what if your actual unde ...