pill-pusher

Updated: July 25, 2026

The good old pill-pusher threw his saws behind the sofa, put his dip-net on the mantelpiece, and took a fall out of my pulse. "Ah!" he said, after he had noted that my tongue looked like a currycomb. "The same to you, Doc," I said. "Ah!" he said, looking hard at the wall. "Say, Doc!" I whispered; "there's no use to cut off my leg because the germs will hide in my elbow."

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