The Hotel Doctor

  6 a.m. Saturday is an ideal time for a call. I had finished writing and was sitting down to breakfast. I told the dispatcher that I would ...

The room contained four young Asian men and extra beds, on one of which lay my patient looking miserable with a wet washrag on his for...

As I stepped out of the elevator, a Japanese man was waiting. “Are you the doctor for the hotel?” he asked. I was pleased. “Yes. Are yo...