Доктор медицины, сертифицированный пластический хирург, челюстно-лицевой хирург высшей квалификационной категории, кандидат медицинских наук, доцент кафедры ЧЛХ РУДН, член Общества пластических, реконструктивных и эстетических хирургов России, член Международного общества эстетических пластических хирургов (ISAPS), член Европейской ассоциации черепно-челюстно-лицевой хирургии (EACMFS), член Объединения специалистов эстетической медицины, член Американской ассоциации женщин хирургов. Председатель правления Российской ассоциации женщин-пластических хирургов.
Пластический хирург Мариничева Ирина Геннадьевна, оказывает услуги эстетической хирургии. Среди них, пластика носа. Ринохирург Мариничева Ирина Геннадьевна специализируется на уменьшении широкого носа, удалении горбинки и т.п. Если вы хотите, записаться на консультацию, чтобы вам сделал пластику носа именно этот врач ознакомьтесь с фотографиями операций, отзывами пациентов, биографией с общим рейтингом хирурга и с информацией на форуме портала
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