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And with Jean-Pierre?

Fine.

Getting your bearings?

Exactly.

We told you before, you can

always change your mind.

I know. Thank you.

Tell me, does Maroini's

syndrome ring a bell?

What syndrome?

Maroini, with an I at the end.

An intellectual deficiency.

Intellectual deficiency...

H! check and

call you back.

Take care.

You too.

Look at this.

Not so bad.

The platelet count is low.

The white ones are okay.

You need to rest.

You can't keep on like this.

Why did I send her to you?

To piss me off.

I didn't want anyone.

Really, she's a great girl.

A mature student,

proving she has guts.

She's a former nurse,

perfect in an emergency.

I do medicine, not emergencies.

Why won't you let anyone help?

Why not say you're ill?

Who to?

Your family, your mother,

your son's mother, your friends.

Nathalie too,

instead of hassling her.

As a doctor, she can understand.

Let her consult

and do house calls alone.

Let her help you.

It's early days.

This will get much tougher.

I don't feel so bad.

Cut it out!

Yes, everything's fine.

I have all the names

and addresses.

Don't worry.

All right.

Yes, I'll call if

there's a problem.

And if I don't know,

I'll call you.

I'm entering Omerville.

I have to go.

You'll call me?

Get in.

Hi, this jerk's got a hook stuck

in his thigh.

Excuse me, I'm looking

for Mrs Caillon's house

at La Fare-Basse.

Mrs Caillon?

Head straight out of the village

and follow the dirt track.

I'll stuff your

beak up your ass!

Sorry.

Say if it hurts.

I'll try to be gentle.

There we are.

This will hurt a bit.

I'll wet it.

Tell me if it hurts, okay.

- Does that hurt?

- No...

That's painful. Be careful.

- I'll be gentle.

- But it's okay.

Sh*t!

If the girl takes your place,

you can take the butcher's.

Shut your mouth.

Where is she?

She's fled already?

She's doing house calls.

On her own?

Who's she's seeing?

My mother.

Sh*t...

21...

21428. That's it.

22075...

22...

How much?

Everything's fine. No worries.

No, it's okay.

Two more and I'll be back.

All right.

I have to go now.

Bye.

Are you hurt?

I never saw him!

I'm a doctor.

I'm a doctor.

Call an ambulance.

- Talk to me, young man.

- I'm okay.

- I'm not hurt.

- Nowhere?

I'm not hurt.

Roll into the safety position.

Don't move.

How do you feel?

- No signal...

- Try over there!

I'm not a grunt, I'm a clown!

Don't try to move.

You came off your bike.

You're in shock.

I'm a doctor, I'll

take care of you.

She thinks I'm a grunt!

What happened?

Mum...

It's okay, I'm a doctor.

He fell off his bike.

An ambulance is coming.

No, leave him. He's my son.

- He's my son.

- It's nothing.

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