Book: Will it hurt: the story of a doctor who retired from the profession at the height of his career. Page 2

Were letters to the therapists after finished taking patients in gynecology, when Ernie, one of the residents - an arrogant, yet funny, - came by to borrow an observation lamp. Looking over my shoulder, he says: "You get fired if you write so. Fix "view". I hope you still tried?"
I'm looking for a suggestion, about which he says: "Highlight the taste of pus..."

I (in such a plaintive tone that I have never before managed to do it, like I discovered a new ability of their vocal cords): "But today's my birthday." (Sad, but true.)
Midwife: "This is the maternity ward - there is always someone's birthday."

For me personally, the main miracle of the birth of a child is that smart, rational people, who go to work and vote in elections, just look at this wrinkled lump of flesh with the flattened after passing through a narrow pelvis with his head covered with five different types of disgusting muck, looking as if a good two hours lying in a huge pizza, and honestly believe that he looks beautiful.

Let happiness money can not buy, they can definitely buy the best.

In a good doctor should be something that is impossible to memorize, which is impossible to quantify: the good doctor must have a big heart and a swollen aorta, flowing through a sea of compassion and kindness.