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That seemed to work well enough. Good job.
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Oh no, he's back. Here we go.
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What is the meaning of this?!
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I step away for ONE SECOND, and you think you can get away with using some shabby long-distance treatment on me?
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Ridiculous. Disrespectful. I came here for the highest-quality doctors. Personalized care! Whatever happened to that?
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You! The disheveled-looking dropout behind the screen thingy. I demand to know who you are.
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I'm reporting you to your superiors! What's your name?
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AGHH! This is what I'm talking about! You think you can ignore me when I'm talking to you?
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No manners, around here! Do you know who I am?! I'm Richard Hugh!
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I'm the nation's bloody Health Secretary!
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Trying to pass off my delicate operation to some intern in their basement. How dare you?
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Just wait until I tell the cable networks.
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If I'm not mistaken, wasn't your party completely okay with this whole Rhythm Doctor initiative?
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Hmph! Details, details! When I signed off on that, I didn't think that I would get stuck with one of these bargain-bin interns!
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I can't stay here. This place is musty and smells like shellfish.
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I can't wait to have a phone call with your supervisor. Good day!
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...Well, that was something.
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Anyway, back to our jobs. There's an elderly gentleman who needs me. Mr. Stevenson.
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He keeps dozing off, so I haven't been able to speak with him yet.
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He's experiencing some heartblock, I'll take care of it and get his x-rays done.
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There's a new patient here too, I haven't met them.
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Can you handle it for me? Let's split up. Thanks!
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