Gun Club Hill Barracks Military Hospital
In 1994, construction began on a new hospital, and its construction was completed in 1997.
Gun Club Hill Barracks Military Hospital provides medical services for all PLA personnel stationed in Hong Kong (Architectural Services Department, 1997). It is located in the Gun Club Hill Barracks compound, bordered by Gascoigne Road, Jordan Road and Jordan Path.
This multifunctional facility with nearly 17,000 square meters of working space, includes six buildings: a Hospital Building, a Composite Building, a restaurant, two staff quarter blocks and a single-storey changing block (Architectural Services Department, 1997).
The Hospital Building is the principal building of the complex and features a crescent-shaped Low Block and an L-shaped 11-storey High Block. It includes such medical facilities as general surgical wards, out-patient rooms and an X-ray laboratory (Architectural Services Department, 1997). The Composite Building is a 7-storey rectangular block next to the primary structure which provides support for the whole complex and many of the state-of-the-art e&m facilities are stored there (Architectural Services Department, 1997).
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