Please, please, please keep believing that. Next outbreak of any deadly disease, please refuse any precautions.
When you catch it, declare it's "just the flu," not a real disease, though somehow Dumocrats and furriners are responsible for your nonexistent illness.
Scoff at actual medical care. When you feel worse, inject some horse paste and snort some Lysol and give yourself a bleach enema.
Use your dying wheeze to beg Lord Trump to save you, wondering where the promised Med Beds are.
And when you're gone, your heirs will wonder why they can't get a penny from your Trump Phone, Trumpcoin, Trump Account or Trump memorabilia to cover all the medical bills that Trump's nonexistent insurance plan refused to pay.