Let me see if I've got this straight...
If I get wheeled into the ER with a bum ticker, and unconscious, and the doctor doesn't pray, I die.
But
If I get wheeled into the ER with a bum ticker, and unconscious, and the doctor does pray, I live.
What that tells me is I don't have to pray. I just have to pay my doctor to pray for me.
Since this guy is a "South Florida world-renowned cardiologist" I had better put a note on my organ donor card that I want no part of his voodoo. I think I'd rather die than wind up a walking advertisement for this fraud.
On the other hand, the Heat, Marlins and Dolphins could really use some help. Does he do sports medicine?