Interesting – and if doctors on the Day of the Doctor would chase the city on cars with white flags
with the red cross and in robes on a bare foot, scalpeled scalpel and phonendoscopes, shouted “I do not obey the law, but Hippocrates, his mother!”, sprinkled the paint from the syringes to Jean in the passers,
They watered brunettes with peroxide, drank whiskies with corvalol right from the tubes, beat themselves in the chest with the words “Yes, I operated your mother, creature, and where were you at that time?”Would we be respected more?