I would have to disagree with you on that... If that's the case where you live,
lucky you. But it certainly isn't the case everywhere in the US. When I lived in Eureka, for at least 15 of the 27 years I lived there, there was a serious shortage of Doctors and Nurses. Many of them had been there since the 1970s and it seemed like a lot of them retired all at once, and there was nobody to replace them for years. Many people had to go elsewhere for medical care. We used to have to go to San Francisco quite often, which was 275 miles away. Then they got a Residency program, and even though about 95% of the Docs leave after they complete their Residency, a couple have stayed. But they get new Residents every year from the Universities of California, in San Francisco and Davis to replace Docs that move on.
When I got Covid and went into a diabetic coma, I was in the ER waiting to be admitted to the hospital for four days. Of course, I didn't even know about that for two weeks after that when I finally woke up. It stuck me as kind of odd that in the ER (I found out later) they just had people wear surgical masks. But when I woke up after three weeks in a coma, I was in a Covid isolation room and everyone that came into the room reminded me of Storm Troopers, because the stuff they had to wear. There was this huge air filter in the room that circulated air out the window constantly. It was quite loud, and made it nearly impossible to sleep well.
After 96 days in three different hospitals, my primary care Doc strongly advised me to move south to have better access to healthcare, and my daughter wanted us to move here. "There's better healthcare here," she said. Yeah, there's more Docs here but saying that there is "better healthcare" is reaching quite a bit! It took me two and a half years to find a good Doc.
But I learned my lesson about being in a city when Cindy went into liver and kidney failure in 2008 over in Redding, where we stayed on our vacations. (It's a good hub for all the places liked to go to at the time.) I called 911 and when the EMTs got there they asked what hospital I wanted them to take her to. I didn't know any better, so I said the closest one. When Cindy woke up, she asked me where she was. I said Shasta Regional Medical Center, it's the closest one. She said "Why the hell did you bring me here? Mercy Hospital is only one mile farther from the hotel!"
The point being there are several hospitals here and the closest one to me, I won't go to. That old saying about Ducks comes mind when I think about that hospital. "Quack, quack!" Yep, it talks like a Duck...