“I will dare to report, Mr. Senior Doctor,” I heard a quiet voice from the bed near the window, “I’ve recovered. I noticed last night that I had a shortness of breath.
Their name?
The coward. I dare report, I was prescribed a clitoris.
“Well, you will still be put on the road,” ordered Dr. Grunstein, “so that you won’t complain afterwards that we haven’t treated you here. Well, and now the patients I have listed, go to the doctor and get what you trust.
Everyone received a solid portion prescribed to him. Some have tried to influence the executor of the doctoral order with requests or threats: say, they themselves will enroll in the sanitary, and maybe someday the current sanitary will fall into their hands. As for Switch, he acted heroically.
“Don’t spare me,” he encouraged the bastard who put a clitoris on him. Remember the oath. Even if your father or brother is lying here, put him a cleaning - and none. Remember, Austria holds on these clichés. We will win!
The next day, during the tour, Dr. Grunstein learned from Schweick how he liked being in the hospital. Schweik replied that this institution is well-organized and very respectable. As a reward he received the same as yesterday, and in addition to aspirin and three powders of quinine, all this was poured into the water, and then ordered to drink immediately.
Socrates himself did not drink his cup of poison as calmly as Schweick drank chinin, on which Dr. Grunstein tried all sorts of torture.