The Doctor Page #4

You want my advice, Robert?

Next time you wanna give yourself

some real punishment... try golf.

There's no greater torture.

Thank you.

I need you to take

as deep a breath as you can.

If you were looking for a good ENT man,

who would you go to?

- The Rabbi?

- Give me a break.

Had the lowest mortality stats

in hospital.

So would I if I took out tonsils.

- Jack, my arrested lung's aphasic.

- You mean Richards? Sh*t.

Obviously some damage from the

arrest. He must have had a stroke.

Transfer him to Neurology.

No one dies in our service.

I can't. I'm out. His wife fired me.

She's already phoned their lawyer...

- How bad is he?

- Horrible.

As of now, his speech is slurred,

he doesn't make any sense.

So he moves to Texas.

And you wonder why I'm so uptight

about our malpractice insurance.

- It's never enough, you wait and see.

- Calm down.

You did a responsible procedure.

Sure. If you sneeze in this place,

they slap a lawsuit on you.

Jack. There's your ENT man.

Ooh!

- Who is she?

- That's Leslie Abbott.

- I think we're talking different talents.

- Absolutely not. She does great throat.

- Puh-lease.

- I'm serious.

- Is this for you, Jack?

- What?

He's been doing

a little coughing for months.

Well, if you won't see Leslie,

I'll check you out.

- You're a gynecologist.

- So? Drop your pants.

Hello. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Busy day.

- Jack MacKee.

- Hmm? Yes, I know. Have a seat.

Right.

Murray Kaplan sends his best.

Oh, that's right.

You're in practice together?

Till we get it right.

- So what seems to be the trouble?

- What?

Nothing. I mean, I have... a tickle.

I've been hoarse.

- Mm-hmm.

- So...

All right. Let's take a look.

Uncross your knees. Back in the chair.

Sit up. Hands on your knees.

Chin forward. And open.

Let's take a look. Close.

Uh-huh. Open.

Open.

All right. Open.

This might be a little bitter.

- That's an anesthetic.

- I want to take a closer look.

Whoa. A periscope!

Won't be pleasant.

Tongue out.

All the way. And hold it... with your hand.

Head forward. And open.

- And "E".

- E-E-E.

- Again.

- E-E-E-E...

- Again.

- E-E-E-E...

- Again.

- E-E-E-E...

- One more time.

- E-E-E-E...

And that's all I need.

Doctor, you have a growth.

What?

A tumor. Laryngeal.

Here on the true vocal cord.

I know what "laryngeal" is.

We're gonna need chest X-rays,

blood chemistry,

blood count, UA, EKG...

I'll have to check with my secretary,

but if it's remotely possible,

I'd like to do a biopsy tomorrow. OK?

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Hi.

Hi.

You OK? I thought you had

a bypass tonight.

His EKG wasn't so good.

We postponed.

I'm fine.

So great! So we have

an evening together.

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