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Ben Goldacre
Ben Goldacre

Ben Goldacre is a British physician, writer, and journalist, known for his contributions to medical research and science communication. Born in 1974, Goldacre graduated from Oxford University with a medical degree and began his medical career at a hospital in London. His writing focuses on exposing flaws and misrepresentations in medical research and advocating for more transparent and rigorous research practices. more

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