Faced with the insoluble issue of medical deserts, has the freedom of doctors to set up practice become a privilege?

Charles Bovary despairs. This country doctor, often clumsy and scrawny, fails in everything he undertakes. He feels like he is missing out on life and sees the careers of his colleagues in the big cities flourish. Emma, ​​his wife , also despairs, but for a completely different reason: "Everything that immediately surrounded her, the boring countryside, the imbecile petty bourgeoisie, the mediocrity of existence, seemed to her an exception in the world, a particular chance in which she found herself caught, while beyond stretched as far as the eye could see the immense land of happiness and passions." Flaubertian writing leaves one wondering about the fulfillment that can be found in the remote corners of our country . Have French doctors read too much of this 19th ^century novel?

Suzanne*, 72, a resident of a small town in Côtes-d'Armor, is asking herself this question. "I'm not judging them, mind you, but I have the impression that they don't want to come to our house." Yet...